Page 33 of Indecent Proposal

Christ.Fuck. I couldn’t wait to get her soaking. I stepped closer, brushing the tips of my fingers just above her knee, her skin silky soft to the touch. “Are you wet, thinking about me? Or did you get wet when I ordered you around?”

Claire flushed hard and bit her bottom lip. “When I heard the Jeep pull up outside.”

Knowing I had that effect on her, my cock thickened beneath the fly of my pants. “What an eager girl you are.” I took her by the knees and spread her legs wider, encouraging her to lean back on the bed while I knelt on the floor in front of her. “You’d be even more eager if you’d followed my instructions and hadn’t come like I told you.”

“I…” Claire started to speak, but I dropped a warm, damp kiss on the inside of her knee and her words faltered.

I worked my way up the inside of her thighs slowly, taking my time, letting the anticipation build. I could already smell how desperate she was getting. Yeah, when was the last time someone had done this for her? Too damn long, I was sure of that.

“This… feels like a reward, not a punishment,” Claire noted breathlessly.

That’s what she thought right now. I ignored her and moved up her thighs to finally nose at her slick folds, to breathe warmly over her clit and watch her twitch, so close and yet so far to where she wanted my mouth to be. Claire trembled, and I heard the bed creak a little as she shifted impatiently, her hands tightening in the covers.

“You can touch me,” I murmured. She was being such a good girl, waiting for instructions on that.

Claire’s hands immediately slid into my hair and gripped tightly. I chuckled, right up against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she whimpered. I sank my teeth into her flesh there and she arched and gasped, like the sound was unexpectedly ripped out of her.

I sucked for a moment and then released, then moved up and carefully scraped my teeth over the soft skin of her stomach. Still teasing her. Claire’s hips hitched up, trying to get me closer. I grinned, peppering her skin with kisses instead, as I settled back between her thighs again.

“Vaughn,” she murmured huskily, her fingers clenching and unclenching restlessly in my hair.

“Try again.” I placed her legs over my shoulders to move in closer, then licked along the crease of her thigh, watching as more wetness dripped from her core. “What do you call me?”

“…sir.”

“Good girl,” I praised. As a small reward, I swiped my tongue along her slit, and she gasped, finally getting some pressure where I knew she needed it the most.

“Sir!” She inhaled sharply, trying to squirm even though I held her hips down. “Please—”

I rubbed my tongue against her engorged clit and her words cut off as she moaned. “Yeah, that’s it,” I ordered, pulling back just enough to make her whimper desperately. “Beg me.”

“Sir, please, please touch me, oh my God please—”

I finally gave in to what we both wanted, and I put my mouth on her pussy, licking all over, getting a feel for what she liked, what she didn’t, and where she was most sensitive. It was always fun, exploring someone for the first time and figuring out how to drive them wild. I loved being with someone for a while, because the sex just kept getting better as you learned more and more about what they liked until it became instinctive.

But you only got your first time with someone once, and this was going to be an enjoyable one with Claire.

I didn’t go right to the things that I knew would get her off—like sucking on her clit and fluttering my tongue over that hard nub of flesh. I wasn’t quite sure exactly how much I could push her to the brink and retreat without accidentally sending her over into orgasm, and I didn’t want to take that chance yet. Instead, I kept to lighter touches on her clit—teasing, circling, driving her higher and higher but not giving her the firm strokes that would quickly push her to the edge.

Claire’s moans and begging were music to my ears, and I had to struggle not to smirk my way through the entire thing. She sounded like she’d never had a man devour her pussy before, which was a damn shame if she hadn’t, but I was rectifying that issue now.

I could feel myself getting excruciatingly harder and harder in my jeans, and at one point I had to reach down to flick open the button and lower the zipper to get some kind of relief. The urge to wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze and stroke my erection was strong, but I refrained. No, this wasn’t just about getting off. This was about making a point. She was going to be my good, submissive girl and do as I said, and beg me for my cock, because she knew that I would take care of her like nobody else.

Claire’s cries reached a fever pitch, her thighs tightening around me—and I pulled back.

“Sir… sir please,” she panted. “I—I need—I was so close—”

I kissed along the inside of her legs again, then pushed myself up to slide my hands under the hem of the shirt—myshirt—that she was wearing. She looked so fucking gorgeous like this: flushed, panting, desperate, wearing my clothes like she belonged to me.

“Look at you,” I murmured, squeezing her full breasts under the shirt, growling when I realized she didn’t have a bra on. The sight of the fabric moving over my hands, showing how I was touching her, had my cock jerking and leaking.

Claire whimpered. “S-sir, Vaughn…”

I pinched and rolled her nipples between my fingers, and her head fell back, her spine arching into my touch. She panted, her hands twisting almost painfully in my hair, and I saw her sweet pussy dripping even more, desperate for my cock to fill her.

“You’re fucking delicious,” I growled in a dark tone. “And all mine. You’re wearing my shirts because you know that you’re mine, aren’t you? You can pretend that it’s to tease me all you want, but we both know that there are a million ways you could do that, with these breasts and that sweet ass of yours.”

I squeezed her breasts again and then dragged my nails down her body, back to her thighs, spreading them wide once more. “You’re such a desperate girl. Why don’t you give in and let me take care of it for you? Hmm? You’re already mine, sweetheart. You just gotta admit it. Say those two little words.”

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