Page 10 of Dirty Dillon

“Fine, Mr. Grey. Granddad is my safeword.”

Another smack for sass. Mr. Fucking Grey, is it?

“Admit it,” I say, smoothing a hand over her heated skin. “You like this, don’t you? My naughty girl.”

“I don’t!” she protests, even as she pushes back into my touch. “You’re despicable!”

Yet, no reference to grandad.

I chuckle, giving her ass a firm squeeze. “The way you’re wiggling says otherwise. You’re soaked, aren’t you?”

She stays stubbornly silent. Time for a more persuasive technique.

I slide a hand between her legs, cupping her sex. She’s dripping wet, the fabric of her panties soaked through.

Cressida is fucking perfect. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. She’s got me by the short hairs, and she doesn’t even know it. She may be the one acting submissive right now, but it’s clear as crystal to me that she’s my queen.

“Please,” she whimpers, rocking against my hand.

“Please what?” I ask, slipping a finger beneath her panties to stroke her slick folds. She’s so sensitive, trembling at my lightest touch. “Tell me what you want, Cressida.”

“I want to come,” she says on a sob, her pride crumbling.

“Already?”

She kicks her legs since she can’t stomp her foot in this position. “Please let me come!”

“That’s my good girl.” I press on her clit, rubbing in circles until she’s arching against my hand.

She makes me higher than a kite.

I keep her there, suspended on the edge of release, until she’s begging and pleading for me to let her fall. One more surprise spank takes her over.

Cressida’s orgasm is a powerful thing, her cries of pleasure echoing through the office as she shudders in my lap. I hold her until she’s still, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

I gently ease my fingers away from her body and pull her up, wrapping my arms around her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“There now, that’s over. You did so well.” I lift her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “For the next week, you belong to me. We clear?”

A complicated mix of emotions flit over her face before she nods hesitantly.

“Use your words,” I prompt.

“You’re a Neanderthal.”

“Not those words. Try again, princess.”

“Whatever,” she says softly. “I’m yours. For a week.”

My fucking heart swells up like it wants to break out of my ribcage. My cock is fighting the zipper of my pants. This madness is going to complicate both our lives.

“Good girl.” I hug her close, rubbing her back as she relaxes into my embrace. She’s stubborn and spoiled, and I fucking love it.

Too much.

My brothers are probably going to be as mad as her father about this. We’ve got some real fucking Romeo and Juliet shit going on.

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