Page 29 of Flog Me, Sir

Chapter Ten

Garret

We sat in the huge bathtub, Lissa’s back pressed against me, my aching dick against the crack of her ass. Hands full of her breasts, my mouth on her neck, we rocked together, and the need to fuck into her put me on edge.

Water sloshed.

Moans filled the steamed bathroom.

But a pussy unused to being used—twice the day before—required rest. I wanted to be an asshole and just take what I wanted, what my balls needed, but as usual, I set my own desires aside and focused on making Lissa come.

I pinched the hard nubs between my fingers, and she writhed against me. “More.”

“So responsive,” I murmured against the wet skin of her shoulder while sliding my dick up through her ass crack again.

Lissa pressed into my hands, back arched, and I groaned.

I cupped her pussy. “Christ, do I want you.”

“Take me.”

“No.” I teased her opening while rolling her nipple between my fingers, and she muttered a curse.

“Please, Garret. You’re driving me insane!”

I smiled and nibbled where her collar bone met her neck. “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Promise.”

She huffed.

I pinched.

“God!” She arched again, and I flicked her clit while tugging on her nipple. “Harder,” she gasped.

Like a good little Dom, I gave her what my sweet newbie sub wanted—and she came undone in my arms, crying out and whimpering while coming back down. Arms in a vise around her, I closed my eyes and soaked in the softness of her body pressed against mine. The thump of her heart beating beneath my forearm slung over her chest.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Mmm.” She melted against me, wiggling her ass against my straining dick. “But you’re not.”

“I’ll be fine,” I said and kissed her beneath her ear, breathing in her sweet scent.

“I-I’ve never touched myself there, but you could,” she whispered, pressing her ass against me. “If you want.”

I groaned at the thought of her tight hole clenching at my dick. “That’s something we would have to build up to—”

She turned to straddle my thighs and wrapped her hands around my dick. “May I?”

“Fuck... Yes.” I tipped my head back on the tub’s edge and watched her eyes as she jerked me off beneath the water. “So good.” She fondled my balls. “Fuck,” I cursed again, trying to hump up into her grip.

I came—hard—and pulled her close, devouring her mouth while she milked me dry with her small hand. “Can’t get enough of you,” I said against her lips.

“I know the feeling.” She sighed and sat back, her focus on my shoulder. “I really like you, Garret. I’m intrigued by your lifestyle. Too much.” Lissa met my gaze, and I cupped her cheek at the note of unease in her eyes.

“Spend the day with me?”

She nibbled on her lower lip and glanced away. “I-I have things I need to do.”

Like a goddamn wall rose between us, I felt her shut me out. I sat in silence, wanting to command her to get back in the tub as she climbed out. I considered demanding she obey me—but what if our scening had been too much? What if the light of day made her question her desires even though she’d enjoyed it the night before?

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