Page 30 of Pretty Please Me
“Yes, sir,” she pants as she wets her lips.
I let out a growl as I unbutton my shirt and throw it to the side before lifting her chin so I can admire her gorgeous face—what’s not covered by her blindfold anyway.
I swipe my finger along her plump bottom lip, and she surprises me by taking a small nibble, then sucks my thumb into her hot, wet mouth. “Sorry, sir. I just wanted to taste you.” She licks her lips, and her red lipstick smears when I wipe at them again.
Fuck, I love smearing her lipstick.
“Please, sir. Let me taste you,” she pants, and my head falls back as arousal courses through me. I quickly unbutton my belt but don’t remove it, so I can hear the buckle clinking while she works me in her mouth.
“You’re a dirty little slut, Magnolia.” I free my aching cock from my pants and place my head in front of her lips, so she can kiss me the way she loves before taking all of me in her soft mouth.
I grip my cock tighter, my strokes pumping faster as the fantasy of Maggie sucking me off plays out in my mind. My stomach tightens, and I’m on the cusp of release when a loud crash rips the fantasy away.
My eyes shoot open, pulling me out of my sex-hazed stupor as I see Maggie slam into the tall, opened cabinet door right before her feet fly out from underneath her. She lands on the tile floor with a loud thud.
“Mags, shit, are you ok?” I hustle out of the shower, snatch the towel hanging from a hook next to it, and wrap myself up with a swift motion before pulling her into my lap.
She winces as she pulls her headphones off. The song “WAP” blares in the small space.
“I’m so sorry, Sam! I was getting ready, and I saw your bedroom door shut, so I thought you were in there working or something, and the bathroom door wasn’t locked–”
“Fuck, you’re bleeding.” A small trickle of blood seeps between her eyebrows and trickles down her cheek. I pull her up, so she’s curled into my lap, not caring that we’re both practically soaked. I nudge her chin to look at her nose and then let my gaze drift over her to check for any other signs of injury.
It’s only then I realize she’s wearing the lingerie from my fantasy, the very thing I instructed her to wear tonight.
It takes everything in me not to let my eyes burn holes in the fabric as the faintest glimpse of her little peach nipples pebble into little points behind the sheer black lace. She must realize it at the same time because she tries to jerk away, but I pull her back down. “Not so fast.”
I run my hand to the back of her head, pleased not to find any cuts. Though, there is a pretty large knot forming. “Do you feel nauseous at all? Are you dizzy?”
“No, I’m fine. It’s nothing…” She tries to sit up, but I pull her back and lodge her tight against my chest.
“It’s not nothing. You’re hurt. Stop being so stubborn, and let me look at it.” My words come out a little harsher than intended, but at least she doesn’t fight me. I grab an extra white towel hanging on the towel rack behind me and apply pressure to the wound.
When I pull the towel away, I can see it more clearly and let out a sigh of relief. “Good, it’s not that bad. I don’t think you need proper stitches. I can fix you up with a little super glue. It’s actually the best treatment for a facial wound. It won’t leave as big of a scar–”
“It’s fine, Sam. Really.” She grips my wrist, then reaches up to pat me on the cheek.
My arousal transforms into annoyance that she can be so blasé about hurting herself. What if I wasn’t here? Would she have just put on a Tinkerbell bandaid and called it good? Would she have taken the proper care to even disinfect it first?
I grit my teeth and swallow my irritation as I pull her up to stand, holding her close. Suddenly, I’m keenly aware of the little-to-no fabric separating our naked bodies, and my annoyance doubles back to my cock, where it feels the most comfortable.
I decide the bathroom’s as good a place as any to clean this up and lift her onto the counter without warning. She lets out a little whimper in surprise as I move closer, pressing myself between her thighs.
My pulse pounds in my ears as my heart races, no doubt confused about just where to send all the rushing blood. I chance a look down and see my cock is still hard, my head peeking over the top of the towel tied around my waist, and Maggie’s eyes follow, growing big when she sees me.
I’m tempted to cover myself, but I don’t. Instead, I let her look, her eyes fixated on my cock, and I study her, watching the look on her face go from worried to…curious?
I can’t help my smirk. I’m going to have so much fun teaching her everything she wants to know.
Suddenly, her eyes widen in shock, and her body goes stiff… ok not exactly the response I was hoping for…
I look behind me and follow her gaze as something black and oblong rolls across the floor and stops just before it hits my foot.
It’s a butt plug.
Maggie’s cheeks burn bright red, and she covers her face with her hands.
Guilty.
