Page 22 of Take the Sub and Run

Then, "You have very sensitive nipples." He covered her breasts with his hands, her nipples now nestled against the warmth of his palms. "And before you say anything, I am not looking for you to apologize or explain. I'm merely getting to know my new plaything."

"I'm your plaything?"

"Yes. But you're also my bad girl, aren't you?"

Sofie nodded eagerly.

His low chuckle of appreciation made her feel soft and warm.

Then his tone took on a harder note. "But you have been bad, Sofie."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for not being naked."

"That's right, because when you're with me, I want you naked. I won't order you to follow high protocol and keep those pretty thighs spread, but I do expect that when I reach for your pussy if it's not easily accessible, you move to make sure I can touch you. If that means spreading your legs, then you do that. If that means bending over, I expect you to do that too."

Sofie's vagina clenched in response to his words. And she felt fresh arousal fluid soak in to the small gusset of the thong she wore.

The white thong. That had probably turned dark as she saturated the fabric. He once more used his grip on her breasts to turn her the other way, bringing her tit to his mouth rather than moving his head.

The issue of the wet thong was dealt with almost as soon as she thought of it, and before she could blush.

Andrei released her breasts, hooked a finger over the thin hip straps, and yanked her panties down around her knees.

Sofie gasped at the rough, quick removal.

Andrei once more splayed his hand across her belly, but this time, his thumb rested at the very top of her slit.

"What did I just tell you, Sofie?"

There was a threat and a warning in his voice, and she realized she loved it when he sounded like that. When that little hint of fear crept in.

Sofie stepped back so she was no longer in the cage of his knees, and spread her feet. The thong pulled tight in the space between her knees, and the cool air against her hot flesh made her shiver.

With a casualness that made her feel like his plaything, Andrei slid his thumb along the seam of her sex. With his palm cupping her mons, his thumb pressed up, parting her labia. She moaned in the guttural need, hips thrusting toward him. The tip of his thumb nudged her entrance and she wanted him in there. Whatever part of him he was willing to thrust into her, she would take. His thumb, his fingers, his tongue, his cock. She knew she wouldn't get his cock, but it didn't stop her from wanting it.

Instead, his thumb slid up the warm, wet valley of her sex to gently press against her clit.

Sofie's knees went weak and she nearly buckled. She had to drop her hands and brace them against her shoulders, their foreheads nearly touching as pleasure washed over her in soft shallow waves.

"Did you just orgasm?"

Sofie shook her head, wishing she knew how to interpret the tone he'd used when asking that question. "No. No, I don't think so. That felt really good but it wasn't the same as when I touch myself."

"All right, Angel. Even if you did, I wouldn't blame you. I'm still getting to know the best ways to touch you."

"If I orgasm without permission, you won't punish me?"

"I didn't say that…"

Sofie leaned far enough away that she could look at him, and the devil’s own smirk that curved his lips made her smile in return.

"That doesn't make any sense," she insisted. "If I come without permission, you won't blame me, but you will punish me?"

"Makes perfect sense to me."

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