Page 50 of Prince of Tides
“Do it,” I hissed, eyes half-closed from the pleasure.
“You will do as you’re told,” he ordered, standing up. “Won’t you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Will you be my good girl?”
“Yes.”
A thrill shot down my spine as I whispered the affirmative. I’d never been spoken to that way before, never made to feel like I was possessed, and to my surprise—and embarrassment—I didn’t just like it. Ilovedit. My pussy was slick, and I knew, as he ran a hand up the inside of my thigh, it would soon soak my underwear.
Why was it so hot? I was no pushover, no weakling. I was raised to be strong and independent, fully capable of whatever I put my mind to. Yet there I was, submitting to a man I barely knew.
“Say it,” Rip ordered, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to stare into his eyes.
“I’ll be your good girl,” I said, voice heady and subdued.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he rumbled, dipping his head to speak into my ear. “Good girls get rewarded, after all.”
A hand slid up the inside of my leg, brushing lightly against my pussy as he spoke. I gasped, arching my head back even further.
“I’ll be good,” I promised with a hint of a whimper.
“We’ll see,” he said, taking control by sliding his fingers up the back of my head and grabbing a fistful of hair. “Stand up.”
My heart thundering in my chest, I did as I was told.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
I dropped down.
“Look up at me.”
I did, fighting a slight shaking of my hands as I put them in my lap, waiting to be told what to do next.
“Take my pants off.”
Leaping to the task, I fiddled with his belt, struggling at the mechanism for a moment before undoing it. Button and zipper were next, and soon, I was pulling them down to his ankles. I started to reach for his cock but paused at a tug of my hair.
“Do you want to suck it?” he growled, staring down at me with lustful ferocity.
I nodded.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“I want to suck it,” I said.
“You want to suck what?”
I swallowed my pride, knowing what he wanted me to say. “I want to suck your cock,” I said, playing the dutiful good girl he expected.
“I thought so,” he said with a half-sneer.
I should have felt insulted by the derogatory tone, but instead, I found I wanted to suck his dickmore. As if I could somehow show him that by sucking it well, I was better than how he spoke to me.
Thatwas new.
“Then suck it like a good girl,” Rip ordered, still holding my hair.
