“Good. Because I have plans for you. Big plans.”
“Oh…”
She trembled, and it was all he could do to keep himself from carrying her into her place and spanking her and fucking her and doing every single dirty thing he’d had in mind since the moment he’d seen her in the silky green dress.
“I’m going to say goodbye now,” he told her. “But I want you to think about what’s going to happen, what I’m going to do to you when I see you again.”
“Mmm, I will, Max.” She lifted her face for a kiss, and right before he pressed his lips to hers, she whispered, “Sir.”
That one small word nearly undid him, but he forced himself to calm the hell down.
“Good girl,” he murmured, knowing what that did to her.
“It’s going to feel like forever until Saturday night.”
“It’s three days. I’ll text you every day and call when I can. And if you need anything, you can call me, okay?”
“Okay.”
He walked her to her front porch, took the keys from her and opened the door.
“I don’t dare go inside. But, Aster?”
“Yes?”
“One last thing. Don’t touch yourself until I see you this weekend.”
“What?”
He pushed his fingers through her thick locks, and grabbed her hair by the roots at the back of her head, pulling it tight.
“You can think about it all you want. But you’re not allowed to come.”
“You are so mean!”
“That’s not the correct answer.”
“But youare.”
He pulled harder.
“Oh!”
“What’s the correct answer?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said with an adorable pout.
“Good girl.”
He leaned down to kiss her, still keeping a firm grasp on her hair, and the way she tasted, the softness of her mouth, the heat of her, made his dick go hard. But he managed to pull away.
“Until Saturday night, baby girl.”
She nodded.
She stood at the open door until he’d pulled back onto the road, and he wished she was going back to the city with him.
He wished they hadn’t taken so long to rediscover each other. He wished he could make all the bad things that had happened to her right. But since that wasn’t possible, he’d think of everything he could do to make her life better now.