Page 63 of Such a Good Girl

Watch.

I slid my hand down her face and lingered gently on her neck, before moving down to her nipples. Pinching one delicious bud at a time, I watched them tighten and pucker with the deepest satisfaction. Her gasps of pain rang out like music to my ears.

I pinched even harder, gauging her reaction to see how much she could take. By all appearances, she was holding up quite well. This was going to be immensely enjoyable. I could tell already.

My fingers slid down even further, palming her belly, the tips of my fingers edging the fringes of her soft hair. She gasped as I approached her pussy. Her belly contracted with anticipation.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I said, as I plunged further, my fingers between the lips of her pussy.

She moaned, her eyes widening at my touch.

“Rosie, you’re so wet.”

I dipped my fingers into her wetness, smearing it over the rest of her pulsing sex.

She moaned again, her hips pushing towards me. Her shoulders twitched, and I knew she was trying to find a way loose already. It only made me laugh. She wasn’t getting out of this until I decided she could.

Not until I was done with her.

I pulled my fingers away, brought them to my mouth, and licked her juices from them. I moaned, my entire body shuddering with pleasure at her taste.

“Woman, you’re delicious,” I said, taking my finger and putting it in her mouth. Surprising me, she twirled her tongue around it, greedily licking herself from my skin. “Oh, good girl…look at you!”

I removed my hand from her mouth and placed my fingers back inside her slick wetness, moaning at the heat I found there. She thrust her hips forward, obviously wanting more. I couldn’t help but give it to her.

“You want this, baby? You want my fingers to fuck you?”

She nodded, letting her head fall back as I sank back into her, pushing first one finger inside, then two and then three, until finally they were all thrusting into her together.

I opened her up slowly, at first. Her hips rhythmically pushed against me, her moans turning to whimper. When they sank into low, deep groans of pleasure, I started fucking her fully, hard and fast. Her breasts swayed with each deep thrust, sending me into a state of frenzy that threatened to make my cock explode without any contact at all.

But it wasn’t me that came.

It was beautiful Rosie, shuddering, crying out in ecstasy, her entire body blushing bright red as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down upon her, her hands bound tightly behind her back with the pretty satin ribbon.

I slowed my thrusting to match her breathing as she came down. Her juices were dripping down my arm, and I was completely enthralled with my new play partner.

When she collapsed on the bed, she was a shuddering, shaking, restrained mess, unable to speak or move. But she looked up at me with what I was sure was pure hunger and desire.

She was just as enthralled as I was.

“We’re going to have so much fun together, Little Rose.”

ChapterNineteen

WEST

Enough was enough.

Rosie had been given enough time to ease into things. Now it was time to step things up.

I’d let her go home after I’d tied her up in the pink ribbon, but not without first instructing her to return to me tomorrow for more lessons.

She had no idea what was in store for her tonight.

I was determined to finally sink my cock into her. I’d waited long enough. It was excruciating. The sweetest torture is still torture.

The club was officially closed today, a Sunday, but that didn’t mean the magic wouldn’t still happen.

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