Page 70 of Fixate

“How can one little girl eat so damn much and look as good as you?”

She sits up taller, glaring at me. “One… I amnota little girl, and two… I work hard for this body. I walk anywhere from twenty to thirty thousand steps a day at The Plantation. And I have a rigorous workout routine to keep me fit. I am basically the boss out there in charge of all those testosterone-filled dickhead men. Hoodoo, I gotta be able to hold my own.”

Furrowing my brow, I look at her, concerned. “Do you not feel safe at The Plantation? Do the guys treat you like shit? Whose ass do I need to fucking kick?”

She chuckles, placing her hand on my chest to appease me. “Slow down, there, cowboy. No, it’s totally fine. It’s precautionary. You never know when a supplier or someone might come in trying to get one over on me. And… I’m more cautious because of what happened when the Bratva came that one time…” She takes a deep centering breath. “I wasn’t prepared, and look what happened.”

I remember seeing her up on that pike, naked and tortured—a sight that’s seared and tattooed in my brain. I reach out, grabbing her hand. “You’re so fucking strong, Maxxy.”

She exhales, standing and placing her hand out for me to take. I glance up at her in confusion, and she chuckles. “Come to bed with me?” she asks, a hint of nerves in her tone.

I take her hand and stand, then lean in, hoisting her up over my shoulder. She lets out a small squeal as I slap her ass. “I’m gonna make this a birthday you’re never gonna forget.”

She giggles as she points toward the hall. “That way.”

I slap her ass once more for good measure and spin, heading for the hall with a clear purpose in my step.

Entering her room, I slide her down the front of me, relishing in the feel of her body against mine. “Kitten, stand facing the wall with your legs wide and your hands braced above your head. You aren’t to move unless I tell you to.”

I watch as her breath hitches and her chest heaves with my directness, telling me everything I need to know. It seems my kitten likes to give a little control in the bedroom, and I am more than happy to take it.

Without a word, she does as she’s told. Walking up to her, I stand close enough for her to feel the heat from my body but stay far enough back to not touch her, wanting the anticipation to build. I take a moment to appreciate her fit body and imagine all the ways I want to make it hum with pleasure.

Slipping off my cut, I fold it neatly and place it on the dresser next to her. Next, I unbuckle my belt, and Maxxy gasps, wiggling her ass. I grin, knowing she won’t be able to stand still for long. Pulling my hand back, I smack her ass, the thwack echoing in the room. She squeaks in surprise, followed by a low moan of approval. “Now, now, kitten. I told you not to move, and I most definitely didn’t give you permission to do so,” I remind her, rubbing over the heated denim of her shorts.

“S-sorry. It’s just—”

“Let’s add no speaking unless I ask you a question,” I say, cutting her off. “Do you understand, kitten?” When she doesn’t respond, I smack the other side of her ass, and the answer I receive is quick and sharp.

“Yes!”

“That’s better.”

I run my hand down her back, sliding over her as before, slipping between her legs. Her heat instantly warms my hand, and I know if I were to push her shorts aside, I would find her dripping. But even though I want nothing more than to slip inside, I need to make this special for her. I don’t want to rush anything. She deserves to be cherished.

Stepping up behind her, I reach around, cupping her breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples as I grind my cock into her pert ass. To my surprise, she holds still, well, as still as she can, given the sensations running over her body from my touch. “God, Maxxy, the things I’m going to do to you. Do you feel what you do to me?”

Her body shudders before she releases a stuttered reply. “Y-yes.”

“I hope you aren’t attached to this tank top, kitten,” is my only warning before I rip it down the center, freeing her tits. Then I push the back over her head so the fabric rests against her throat, leaving her exposed.

“Hoodoo...” her voice trails off as she realizes her mistake.

With a tap of my foot against hers, I encourage her to close her legs. “Close your legs, kitten.” She does so instantly, and I waste no time sliding her shorts down her toned legs, happy to find she isn’t wearing panties. Once they drop to her ankles, I state, “Step out of them, then close your legs tight.”

Once she’s in position, I kick her shorts to the side and press gently between her shoulder blades, encouraging her to stick her ass out more. “That’s it. Keep your hands high. I want that ass on display.”

I step back, admiring the glistening of her pussy. It’s taking every ounce of self-restraint I have not to take her now. Fuck, she’s a sight to behold. I firmly grip my cock through my jeans, just for some relief, and release a groan.

She’s panting as I rub my hands together, no doubt anticipating what’s coming next. I slap each cheek of her ass before rubbing the sensitive skin. “That was for speaking.”

When she rubs her legs together, I slap her pussy in three short taps. My fingers pull away, wet with her arousal. Instead of licking them clean myself, I step around and hold them to her lips. “Taste what I do to you, kitten.” She immediately sucks them into her mouth and moans, then I pull them from her, gripping her face as I lean down and kiss her, my tongue tangling with hers. Now it’s my turn to moan, and I’ve got to have more.

I walk behind her and drop to my knees, burying my face in her dripping pussy. Lapping at her entrance, I avoid her clit as much as possible. I don’t want her coming too soon, so I sink my tongue into her tight opening and grin when she yells, “Fuck, yes!”

I pull back, wiping my mouth, and am rewarded with a shout of objection. “Hmm… what to do with you?” I remark, getting to my feet, undoing my jeans, and grabbing a condom from my wallet before letting them fall to the floor.

With the way her body tenses, I know she’s prepping for the spanking that is sure to follow, and it will, but because she’s expecting it, I’m going to drag it out. I don’t say anything as I roll the condom on, gritting my teeth at how sensitive my cock is. Taking a steadying breath, I tell her, “Kitten, cross your legs and stand on your tip toes. If you have to lean further into the wall to maintain balance, then do so.”

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