Page 30 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

He pressed his dick against my aching pussy, and I whimpered.

Screw these being my favorite! This orgasm control was killing me already. Once I’d had a taste of how Hector could make me feel, I so desperately wanted more … and more … and more. And to be a good girl to get it? Un-fucking-real!

“Hector,” I whispered, pussy pulsing. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Let me touch myself. Let me come.”

“Are we making demands now?” he asked. “That’s no way to ask to feel good.”

“N-no!” I said, shaking my head, spreading my legs further, and deciding to start over. I didn’t think I could handle another freaking hour of this constant teasing from him, knowing I could do nothing. “I mean, can I come, please?”

“Please what?”

“Please, Sir.”

He pressed his bulge harder against me. “No.”

“Please,” I cried, staring down at the way his dick ground against my underwear over and over and over, stains now covering his pants from my wetness. “Please, I’m begging you, Sir. I need it so badly. I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

“No.”

I placed my feet up on the desk, wanting to grind back against him.

Before I could move an inch, he stopped. “You know what’ll happen if you make yourself feel good, don’t you? You won’t get to come tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next. Your punishment will continue until you learn to be good.”

“But I am good,” I whispered, not grinding against him, but close to it. “Please, let me.”

“No.”

My bottom lip quivered, and I stared up at him through big eyes. “Please.”

“My answer is not going to change, Heather,” he said. “Only I can make you feel good tonight. If I want to make you come, that’ll be my choice based on how good you are for me. And you’re not proving to be a good girl tonight.”

“I’m good,” I whimpered. “I’m good. I’m good. I haven’t touched myself at all.”

“You’re going to wait for it,” he said.

“B-but, Sir …”

He snatched my chin in his hand, pressed his bulge back against my pussy, and ground himself into me. “You are going to wait for it, or I’ll add another day to your punishment. Do I make myself clear?”

A wave of heat coursed through my body, and I swallowed hard.

Another day?! I can’t even last a couple of hours!

“Yes,” I whispered.

And when I didn’t address him properly, he lifted my chin. “Yes?”

“Yes, Sir.” I glanced down at his huge bulge, wishing that he’d rip off his pants and thrust himself inside of me because, damn, I needed it badly. “I’ll wait until you think I’ve earned it. I’ll be a good girl for you until tomorrow.”

And then, once I got what I wanted, I’d act however I damn well pleased.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

HEATHER

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