Laya
LAYA
“Baby, as much as I want to play with you. We need to get you fed. But first, I need to change you.” My eyebrows furrow, then Owen slides me off his lap and onto his desk as if I weigh nothing. He opens my legs and maneuvers my feet onto the desk. Embarrassment floods me. This is even worse than when I had my obstetrician appointments.
“Owen?”
“Shh. Stay still. Let me take care of you.” His gentle voice has me relaxing. Like the codependent I am, I submit to his words and watch on as he pulls open his desk drawer.
My eyes widen when he retrieves a tampon box, and I move to close my legs, but his hands clasp on my thighs, holding me open.
“I’m taking care of you.” His firm eyes meet mine, and his sharp voice slices through me, then he caresses my skin, igniting a thousand flames deep inside me. It’s a caring touch, gentle and full of protection. “Be a good girl and let me change you.” Why the hell does that sound so hot? Wantonly, I ease open my legs and let him slide the bloodied tampon from me, and I can’t help but watch on as his eyes flare with arousal, making me squirm on his wooden desk.
When I think he’s going to put a fresh tampon in, I’m mistaken. Instead, his thick finger enters me, and I moan, but just as quickly, he withdraws, then slides the tip of his finger over my already swollen clit.
“Mmm, fuck, it feels good to be coated in your blood again, .” He licks his lips, his eyes heavy with a hunger I want to explore. “I could spend all day playing in your bloody cunt, taking my fill while you drip so beautifully for me.” He chuckles to himself.
A heady pant leaves my lips, and I clamp my mouth closed to stop myself from begging for more of his touch. He circles my needy bud, his eyes trained on my pussy. “You’re dripping on my desk, baby girl.”
“I-I…” No coherent thought enters my head.
“That’s it. Soak my desk, my bloody little cum slut.”
He presses down hard on my clit, and a gush of arousal combined with blood flows from me, but I don’t have it in me to care as I buck against his fingers, letting his filthy words wrap around me and bring me the comfort and euphoria I crave.
Stars flash in front of my eyes as my body tightens, and my orgasm hits me. “Such a good slut for me, .” His breath caresses my pussy when he places a tender kiss there, and I melt against the desk.
My body deflates when he removes his fingers. He clears his throat, grabs a pack of wet wipes, then cleans his hand, my stomach, the desk, and my pussy of his cum and mine.
He tears the packet, takes a deep breath that has me wanting to laugh at his seriousness, then slides the tampon inside me.
“How’s it feel?” he chokes out as his gaze snaps from my pussy to my face.
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
I chew on my lip. “Thank you.”
He pulls me back onto his lap, and I squeal at the sudden movement. Instantly, his warmth comforts me. “Good girl. Now let’s get you fed before Romeo wakes, huh?”
I can only nod while he stands, taking me with him, and when he places a delicate kiss on my neck, I moan.
“Keep making those little sounds, baby girl, and I’m going to stuff that throat with my cock. Don’t think you’re ready for what I have to give you.”
He walks over to Romeo and picks up his bouncer with his free hand while I cling to him like a koala.
Oh, I’m ready.
So fucking ready.