Page 17 of Good Girl

“Then I am going to doeverythingto you,” Derek murmured in my ear, and his voice was so low that the gravel timbre had increased tenfold. “I’m going to take you apart and make you lose yourself in a sea of pleasure that there is no coming back from.”

“Yes,” I gasped, and suddenly, he pinched my right nipple, twisting sharply enough that a sharp jolt of pain lanced through my breast. I yelped and flinched back into his hold.

“All I require is your obedience,” Derek growled softly, and I nodded my head rapidly.

“Yes,” I agreed quickly. “Yes!”

My fantasy was so close to becoming a reality, I would doanythingto keep this dream going for a little longer.

8

DEREK

“Iknow every instinct in your body is to fight this, Charlotte, that every anxiety-riddled thought and fear is to push back against this, but I am asking you to trust me. Lean into the desk.”

Charlotte’s beautiful eyes flickered back and forth between mine, then she finally gave a small nod and let herself rest back against the desk.

I hadn’t thought someone as stunning as her would be a virgin, but it certainly didn’t dampen my desire to own her. If anything, it fueled that heat. I could take her and mold her into theperfectlittle sex pet, teach her to lose herself in the ocean of desire I could provide for her.

“Lean back a little further,” I coaxed. Charlotte clutched at the edge of the desk but obeyed. I waited until she tipped her head back, and then I gently pressed my lips to the column of her throat. The smallest little gasp escaped her rosy lips, and I smiled against the rampant flutter of her pulse I could feel against my tongue.

It almost matched the excited patter of my own heart.

“Have you ever touched yourself, Charlotte?” I asked while I gently kissed down to her collarbone. Was I about to give Charlotte her first-ever orgasm, or just her first orgasm coaxed out of her by another person?

“Yes,” she whimpered, and a tremble darted through her entire body.

“Interesting,” I teased. “Tell me about it.”

The flush of her cheeks had spread down to her chest, giving her ample body an adorable full-body flush. If she reacted like this, I was curious how she would react to things such as impact play.

“I–I don’t know how,” Charlotte murmured, and I paused the kisses I had delicately laid over her collarbone. If I wasn’t careful, her nerves would get the better of her.

“Tell me what you use,” I instructed. “Do you like toys or do you only touch yourself with your fingers?”

“Uhm... a t–toy,” she whined softly, and I smirked faintly, gathering her large breasts in both hands and kneading the flesh. Her stiff nipples dragged against my palms, and Charlotte’s next breath sounded strained.

“What kind of toy?” I dipped my face down between her breasts, gently kissing every inch I could reach. Skimming my palms upward, I quickly took her left nipple into my mouth while simultaneously squeezing her right between my fingers.

Charlotte jolted.

“A... a vibrator. I’ve never been able to do anything with just my fingers,” she blurted out.

Interesting.

I sank my teeth into the stiff flesh of her nipple. Charlotte yelped above me, then I pulled back and stood. In a flash, I was leaning over her, one hand braced on the desk beside her to pin her down while my other teased my fingertips over her abdomen and down further toward the hidden heat between her thighs.

“Never with your fingers, huh?” I asked softly. Charlotte’s entire face flushed red as she nodded.

“Let me fix that.”

The angle at which she was leaning on the desk meant her legs were parted, and I slid my hand against the silky soft skin of her inner thigh. It was the only warning I gave her, then I dipped further and slid two fingers through the slick, welcoming heat of her pussy. My digits instantly became slicked in her juices, and I smiled down at her.

“Well, well, you’re more turned on than I expected,” I teased.

“I’m sorry!” Charlotte blurted out, and both of her hands rose to grasp onto my shirt.

“Hush,” I soothed. “Never apologize for something like this.” Telling her to relax wouldn’t have any effect. I could see the nervous uncertainty in her eyes, so instead, I focused on stroking her with my fingers and studying the subtle changes in her expression to work out what she liked the most.

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