Page 16 of His Secret Toy
I get out first, and she follows.
She quietly walks a step behind me in the lobby. No one looks at us. They wouldn’t dare.
Once the elevator doors close, I speak again.
“You were dripping all over the seat.”
She presses her thighs together.
“I didn’t move,” she says, almost too fast.
“No,” I reply. “You didn’t. Which is exactly why you’re going to scream for me tonight.”
The doors open to the penthouse. I unlock the suite and push her against the nearest wall.
She gasps as I grab her chin with one hand, firm but measured.
“I want your mouth open. And I want it quiet unless I ask you something.”
She nods. Her chest rises fast, too fast. She’s already short of breath, and I haven’t even stripped her yet.
I don’t undress her slowly. I don’t whisper.
I take hold of her blouse, pull it open with one hard motion, and buttons scatter all over the floor. Her bra comes off next—strap snapped, tossed to the ground.
Her skirt follows, then the panties she ruined in my car.
I shove her back onto the couch.
“Hands and knees.”
She scrambles to obey.
Her back arches perfectly.
I step behind her and pull her hips toward the edge of the cushions. I don’t tease her nor ease in.
She’s ready, truly she earned this.
I push the full length of my cock inside all at once.
She chokes on a breath and her knuckles go white, gripping the couch cushion. Her thighs tremble, but she stays in place.
“Don’t run from it,” I growl. “Take it.”
I thrust again. Harder.
Her moan breaks open and echoes in the room.
I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back.
“This is what good girls get when they obey.”
She tries to nod as she can’t speak.
I slap her ass once—sharp and clean—and drive back into her.
Her scream comes raw. It’s not pain but relief.
