Page 40 of Troublemaker
“Lift your skirt,” he ordered.
“Wha—”
“Lucy, if you’re in my office, if you want this, we’re doing thingsmyway. I may lose control with you, but I’m in charge. I’m going to push you in ways you aren’t ready for, and if you aren’t okay with that, leave now and find a little boy to play with—if I don’t kill him first. I’m giving you five seconds.”
He began to count down. I planted my feet. Yeah, he was scaring me a bit, but I was excited. I wasn’t going anywhere.
I lifted my skirt before he reached three.
“At least you’re wearing panties this time,” he muttered. Then: “Take them off.”
Lifting one leg and then the other, I wriggled them down.
“Hand them over.”
I placed them in his hand.
He lifted them to his nose and smelled, making my eyes narrow.
“Did you just?—”
But he popped open the vial and, placing the gusset of my panties over his mouth, he opened it and poured the Vice into it, sucking it out of my panties, not taking his eyes off me.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“If I already feel this out of control when I see your naked cunt,” he said when he was done, “Let’s find out if you can handle me when I’ve forgotten how to spell the word.”
Throwing my wet—no, wetter—panties on his desk, he checked his watch.
“It takes about half an hour to an hour to kick in,” he said. “I’m already hard, but I think we’re going to pass the time with you learning how to suck my cock the way I like it while you play with your pussy.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “But, Lucy? No coming, or there will be consequences.”
Shit, this wasn’t what I’d said I wanted—I wanted him on his knees, crawling, begging for forgiveness. Not me on mine…but it turned me on too much to say no.
Still.
“And if I say no?”
He chuckled. “You can have a safeword. Use it if you need it, and then everything stops.”
He stared me in the eyes. “Your safeword is guardian. Now, get on those cute little knees and open your mouth for daddy.”
I looked him in the eyes. “Coach me, daddy.”
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re perfect, you know that, right? Dangerously so.”
Perfect.I’d been many things in my life, but perfect had never been one of them.
Glowing from his praise, I kneeled down, my pussy bare to the air in his office, eyes trapped by his. He dropped the vial on the ground, kicking it under his desk. Coach was meticulously organized to the point of being fussy, and to see him so casual…well, it did more to me than I expected. Maybe I was making him lose control. It made me feel powerful in ways I had never felt powerful before. Having the ability to make this man forget himself made me feel like a sex goddess, even if he hadn’t called me one.
A submissive goddess, because he pointed to his pants and said, “Unzip me.”
I reached out a hand, but he shook his head.
“Hands behind your back. Do it with your teeth.”
Shit.
Pursing my lips, I searched for the zipper pull, and then, gently, I took it between my teeth and lowered my head and chin until it unzipped.
