Page 27 of Target Me
“She’s been well behaved so far, Sir,” I said, stroking her cheek as she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting us before she moved back over me. “A very good girl. She’s handling this all quite well, considering.”
Her nose brushed my stomach, and I held her in place just long enough to feel her squirm under my hand.
“Keep an eye on her. She’s her mother’s daughter, and I’d hate to see something bad happen to her.”
The words were innocuous, but the tone sent warning bells through the back of my brain. Avery fisted my cock, licking my balls into her mouth and sucking them like candy.
Shit, I needed to end this before I nutted in front of my boss and gave all the power to this brat.
“Will do, Sir. There’s a call coming through from the mechanics now. I’ll update you as soon as there’s more intel.”
The General agreed, and I barely got through our farewells and signed off before I reached under the desk and hauled Avery over it.
Flattening myself against her near-naked body, I growled in her ear. “You think it’s funny to get me worked up in front of your father? Trying to top from the bottom, hen? I’ve got some bad news for you. You’re getting your wish.” I thrust my cock against her panty-covered ass, enjoying her moan of pleasure for a moment before snapping into dominant mode.
“We’re going to play now. If we’re in a scene and you’re uncomfortable with anything, say yellow, and we’ll switch gears. You say red and the game stops. Immediately. If I think you’re using yellow to control me, I’ll call red, and we won’t play again that day. Understand?”
“Yes,” she hissed, grinding her ass into my erection.
I pulled off her and palmed her ass in both hands.
Running my fingers under the seams of her panties, I pulled them up until they were wedged into her ass crack. The fabric pressed tight against her pussy lips, and both ass cheeks were bared for me.
Crack.
I brought my hand down on her left ass cheek and repeated it on her right. She gasped and moaned at the first contact, her breath quickly becoming labored as I fell into a rhythm until both globes glowed red from my handprints. Dropping to my knees, I gripped her reddened skin and spread her ass cheeks wide, burying my nose in her pussy. Unable to resist a taste, I ran my tongue all the way from clit to asshole just once before I straightened and pulled her panties back into place.
“What…?” Her voice was rough, her eyes dazed as she looked over her shoulder in confusion.
“Bad girls don’t get to come. Now I know what your pussy smells like. If you finish yourself off, I’ll know, and you won’t like the consequences.”
I gripped her fingers to make my meaning clear and waited for the realization that she wasn’t getting fucked to set in. Sure enough, her face clouded over with the tantrum I had expected. However, in the next moment, it was gone. A sly smile stretched across her face.
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl and not use my fingers to come.”
“I’m not your father.” But fuck, hearing the name pass those lips was sinfully arousing.
“No. You’re not. But you were right about one thing. I do have daddy issues, because you’re fucking with my head. I think the nickname is fitting.”
I didn’t miss the way her knees threatened to buckle as she straightened, even as she tried to shrug off her statement. I let her get to the door, watching each step land a little faster than the one before. As she pulled the wooden slab wide, ready to make her escape, I stopped her.
“No using the vibrator I know you have stashed upstairs, either.”
The slew of curse words was cut off as she slammed the door, and I allowed my smirk to become a full-blown grin, sinking back into the chair I had previously occupied. Tucking my still-hard dick into my pants, I didn’t even care that I hadn’t finished. I’d take care of it later.
The satisfaction of punishing Avery—of knowing she would adhere to the punishment despite her tantrum—was far more rewarding to me. It showed me we could work together. For the first time, I entertained the idea that things could work out between Avery and me.
A buzzing broke through my thoughts. Reaching for my ringing cell, a flash of silver below the desk caught my eye. A key. I picked it up and inspected it, connecting the call absently.
“Hey, Bear.”
“Hey, man. I just got off the phone from the mechanics. What the fuck are you mixed up in? The guys said it looked like her brake pads had been hacked apart, and her brake lines were riddled with holes. No way this wasn’t sabotage.”
I grunted, drumming the key on the desk in thought. It wasn’t a great surprise that Avery’s car had been sabotaged. Bear’s voice was full of concern for me, and I could hear his unspoken request for me to lose the job and keep myself safe. Bear had never been a great fan of the General, not that he’d said anything aloud, but I’d seen it in his expression when the General spoke about women, in the way he often left the room at the moment the General entered.
Bear was a pacifist at heart, the only thing making him suited for a life in the military his size.
I knew he wanted me to leave, but the only thing that made my blood run cold, the thing that would keep me up at night, was the thought of what could have happened if I hadn’t insisted on driving her today.
