Page 112 of Bewitched & Bewildered
“No touching until we’re at home.”
Her hand moves, and I would regret the command, but I love seeing how easily she listens to me. My pants grow tighter.
“Spread your legs,” I say. “And lift that pretty dress.”
“Wh—what?”
“I want you to touch yourself, baby.” I chuckle darkly. “Let me watch.”
I can see her from the corner of my eye. She bites at her lower lip and parts her legs, lifting her dress enough that I can see her clothed pussy. Black lace underwear—a pair I’ve seen before—cover her warmth. I force myself to look away.
Her fingers move between her legs.
“Touch yourself over the underwear,” I say.
She sighs and does as I ask, teasing herself through the fabric. “I’m already wet.”
“Of course you are.” I hold back a groan. “My good girl is always ready for me.”
For a few moments, all I hear is her soft, whiny breaths. She lifts her hips, thrusting against her hand.
I sit up straighter and lean in to focus on the road. At least it’s not raining anymore.
“Can I touch myself now?” she whimpers. “Under the?—”
“No—and you can’t come until I say so.”
“What?” There’s stress behind her words.
I know she loves it. It’s an agreement we’ve made. Giving me control of her pleasure gets her off, and who am I to deny that?
“Keep teasing yourself,” I say. “I want that pussy ready for me. I’m going to lick up every drop.”
Juniper is so good—so obedient. She doesn’t stop touching herself until we’re parked outside of my shop.
Her hand is on me as soon as I slide into my spot. Soft fingers graze against my hard bulge, and I hiss, grabbing her wrist and squeezing.
The rough touch draws a moan from her pretty mouth.
“Did I say you can touch me?” I lift a brow.
She shakes her head, and her eyes sparkle. “But?—“
“Let’s go upstairs,” I say. “You need a punishment.”
JUNIPER
Warmth thrums through me as I ascend the stairs. His eyes are on my ass—I can feel his attention there, and it’s exactly what I want. I don’t know how he’ll punish me, but I can imagine…
And I know it’s going to end in the most mind-shattering, life-altering orgasm of my life. It always does. Each time is better than the last.
We enter his little apartment, and I turn to face him.
“Where do you want me?” I blink at him with feigned innocence.
He hums and steps forward, holding my jaw in his large hand. “I want you everywhere. I want you on my cock, under me, on top of me, in the shower…”
I try to nod, but his touch grows firm, holding me still.
