Page 140 of Mr. Infuriating

Wow! He flipped that switch pretty easily.

That’s hot.

Finding his threat sexy, I almost wished I’d left my underwear on.

Using his free hand, he hiked my nightshirt up to my waist and reached between my legs to find no barrier.

“Mmm, you’re soaked, darlin’.”

He ran the length of his index finger down my slit, making me whimper while he cooed his approval.

“Good girl.”

Dammit.

How am I not supposed to not catch feeling when he calls me a good girl?

I realized it didn’t matter what our “arrangement” was. Soft and slow or hard and dirty—Gabe Mitchell was going to ruin me.

Chapter Fifty-Five

Gabe

The sexy teacher in my bedroom wanted it hard and dirty… who was I to say no to that?

She was barefoot, dressed only in a nightshirt without panties, just how I’d instructed her.

Her drenched pussy was a nice consequence.

I spun her around and pulled her nightshirt over her head, so she was completely naked. As I snaked one hand around her neck, I reached between her legs with the other and circled her clit with my thumb while I plunged a finger inside her wet channel.

“You like being my good girl and doing what I tell you, don’t you?”

Her soft moan was her only reply.

“You like when I’m in control of your body.”

I strummed her little pearl as I continued finger fucking her. My hold on her slender neck was firm without applying pressure. Just enough to keep her in the headspace of being dominated.

“This ismypussy.”

After emphasizing my words with three quick slaps directly to her clit, she moaned, “Oh my god, Gabe, yes!”

I wasn’t sure if the “yes” was a shout of pleasure or agreement that her pussy belonged to me. Either way, it didn’t matter. Her pussy wasmine.

With a smile, I moved my hand from her neck to cover her lips.

“I should have had you bring your panties, baby, so I could stick them in your mouth.”

Gretchen shook her head no, and I removed my hand to let her speak.

“I wouldn’t like that.”

I liked that she felt comfortable telling me her likes and dislikes.

“Then it’s off the table.” I rubbed her pussy and assured her, “The walls in the house are thick so you don’t have to worry about the kids hearing us.”

She tapped the backs of my fingers. “You should keep your hand on my mouth though, just in case.”

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