Chapter Seventeen
On her Knees
Eli
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S HE WAS FUCKING PERFECT .
Half-stripped, bound, and trying in vain to keep her pretty nose to the wall, my little girl couldn’t seem to keep still.
She knew what was coming next—I hadn’t been secretive about what I wanted—but she didn’t yet know how things would go. In my mind’s eye, I saw the events unfolding, felt her lips wrapped around my prick and heard her gagging around its length.
It was going to be sublime.
Skipping from one foot to the next, she wasn’t the picture of obedience yet, but I had the sense her subservience would grow with time and persistence on my part. What she was, though, for the first time since I’d woken, was not trying to cause a ruckus. Despite her situation, my expectations, and her obvious agitation, she seemed to have accepted her predicament.
For now.
Grabbing the box of matches left by the fireplace, I lit one and held the flame to the log I’d already selected from the remaining pile. The cold hadn’t appeared to bother either of us since I’d spanked her, but I had to be reasonable. There was several feet of snow on the ground outside, and I expected her to get on her knees and serve me. The very least she merited was the comfort and protection of a fire while she attended to my needs.
“How are you doing, little girl?” Peering over my shoulder, I noticed how her awkward little dance seemed to have subsided, leaving her still aside from her exaggerated breaths.
I adored how well she seemed to have taken to her pet name. She’d countered it initially—understandably perhaps as it inferred she was a child—but leaning against the wood with her magnificent ass on display, there wasn’t a murmur of complaint from her lips, and from where I crouched, the name had never seemed more fitting.
Whatever she said, Erin needed me to quiet the chattering chaos of her mind. Yes, she’d seemed embarrassed to have been exposed and chastised, but she was infinitely calmer then than she had been when I’d first woken.
There was a pride in that knowledge.
I’d helped to settle her by giving her one thing to focus on—me.
“I don’t know, sir.” She sounded wretched at her own powerlessness.
Her tone might have concerned me more had I not already known just how wet being so helpless was making her. Not only had I enjoyed the pleasure of her pussy when I’d taken control between the sheets, but I’d seen the evidence for myself when I’d yanked down her tantalizing panties. Armed with that knowledge, rather than move me, her sad little display only enthralled me.
“You look damn good from here.”
With her arms tethered in the small of her back and her delectable ass and pussy presented for my viewing pleasure, she was like every fucking wet dream I’d ever had—a beautiful woman who was bound to serve me.
Glancing back to check the flames before I ordered her to come to me, I collected the chair I’d fallen asleep on and placed it in front of the fire. I took my time, enjoying the sense of power I held as I sat down and beckoned her toward me.
“Okay, come here.”
She straightened and turned to face me, the cheeks on her face even rosier than the ones I’d spanked. The silence stretching out in the space crackled with anticipation as she hobbled to where I was sitting.
Fuck.
Gulping down my excitement, I forced out a breath as she neared.
“On your knees.” I pointed to the floor as though she could have forgotten where it was.
Witnessing her awkward journey had been the cherry on top of my already deliciously iced cake, and I eased my cock from my pants as she fell to her knees in front of me. There wasn’t a hint of reticence about the task she’d been commissioned to perform as she settled. In fact, the glint in her green eyes as she glanced up to take in the sight of me spoke of a lust-filled need I’d never noticed in her gaze until that moment.
She wanted me—and I was ten feet tall at the thought.
“Do you know what you need to do, little girl?” The enormous dick in my right hand surely left little to her imagination.
“Yes, sir.” Inching closer, she nibbled at her lower lip.
“Excellent.” The version of Erin by my feet was all my Christmases come at once. If there was any hesitation left in her—any reluctance to satisfy me—I saw no proof of it. “I just need to see a little more of you to enjoy the full ‘Erin experience’.”
“Sir?”
Her head rose, but I moved to answer, leaning forward to collect the hem of her shirts and yank them over her head. Her objections were muted as the material passed over her mouth, bundling behind her head.
Her stunned expression met my eyes, her protests silenced.
“Better.” There was no choice but to smile. “But not quite perfect...”
Hiking the bra up her chest to release her breasts, I finally had her where I wanted her—on her knees, beautifully exposed, and without the use of her arms. Her breasts looked just as wonderful as they’d seemed when I’d handled them. Full, round, and surprisingly pert for her age. Her nipples had already beaded without so much as a single caress from my fingers.
Sliding to the edge of the chair, I thrust my cock in front of her face. “You’re flawless.”
She blew out a breath, the warm air grazing over my aching erection and teasing my flesh with the promise of her throat.
“Get over here.” Burying my fingers into her hair, I urged her the remaining couple of inches, reveling in the gleam of pain glinting in her eyes as her knees scraped into position. “I assume this isn’t the first time you’ve performed fellatio?”
My tone was sarcastic. A woman of her age must surely have given head dozens of times in her life, and based on the lust flickering in her eyes, she had no objections to my plan.
“No, sir.” Her sexy eyes darted to mine.
“Good.” My digits relaxed a fraction as she lowered to her haunches. “I want to make this last. Start by licking my balls, little girl.”
Her gaze widened a fraction, but she didn’t comment as she leaned closer, her tongue already poised to perform as I’d commanded.
Opening my legs, I eased my balls from their fabric prison and held my breath. After so long wondering how she’d react to my dominance, I was about to get my pleasure.
Time shifted into slow motion as she lapped at my right testicle, the gesture tentative as she warmed up to the mission. My cock responded immediately, though, imploring her attention north to its veiny shaft with a glimmer of precum as she shifted to lick my left ball.
“Harder,” I ordered. “Lap like you mean it, little girl.”
Moaning softly, her attention flitted to my face as she obliged, lowering to deliver a more earnest act of devotion. With her hands tied and my hand lodged in her hair, she had little choice but to obey, but her breathy mewls suggested she was enjoying the deed more than even she might have believed possible.
“Well done,” I praised, dragging her head higher. “Now, offer the same admiration to my cock. Take every inch of me.”
She rose to her knees, her lips already parted as my crown shoved past them.
“Fuck.”
The heat of her mouth was so good, heightening my already overwhelmed passion. Withdrawing, she started slowly, lapping at my tip and taking a few inches, but when she tried to pull away a second time, I insisted she take more. Pulling her down and holding her in place, I groaned when my cock skimmed the back of her throat. Hot, wet, and enveloping; she was everything I longed for.
“You feel so good.” I was close to the edge, hours of contemplation colliding with her rhythmic heat to produce an inevitability I wanted to protract at all costs. “But slow down, little girl.”
I realized what a contradiction I offered as I eased from her delicious mouth, and her brows knitted to reflect her confusion. I was the one compelling my cock inside her, yet there I was, commanding her to hold back.
It was the latest incongruity in our visceral connection.
We should never have been alone in that cabin together. There wasn’t supposed to be a storm forcing us to flee for refuge, and there should still have been four in her group, but the universe, it seemed, had its own plan for Erin and me.
Stroking the side of her face, my balls ached at the idea of covering her in my seed. I’d never been one for coming over women before, but something about Erin begged to be marked that way. As though stripping and tethering her wasn’t evidence enough of my possession of her body, the idea of smothering her face in my hot cum flooded my mind, ratcheting my arousal.
“I want to enjoy you.”
Meeting her gaze, I was struck again by just how bloody attractive she was. With her soft skin and bright eyes, she could easily have been mistaken for a much younger woman.
“Yes, sir.” She choked out the words when I allowed her to come up for air.
“I love that feeling when the end of my dick hits the back of your throat.” It was scintillating to stare into her eyes as I enunciated the red-hot details. “I want more of it.”
She caught her lip between her teeth. “I liked that too.”
“Is that right?”
So much for quelling my passion. Our spontaneous chat was only intensifying my need to ejaculate all over her.
“Yes, sir.” A mischievous smirk lit up her face.
“Good to know.” Rising to my feet, my grip on her hair tightened as I directed my cock past her lips. If she was going to be so brazen, then I’d happily give her what we both wanted. “Thank you, little girl.”
Pushing my length all the way down her throat, I withdrew, repeating the deed over and over. Her breathy whimpers resounded, morphing into louder complaints as my relentless pace continued, but I took no notice as I lunged past her lips, allowing her frantic sounds to amplify my spiking arousal. Lost to the rhythm, I was vaguely aware that I was still standing in the cabin, but my euphoria had lifted me from the ground, floating me close to the sun.
“Fuck.”
I shifted my hand to the back of her head, holding her against my balls as my need burgeoned. The time for gentle generosity was over. She said she wanted to feel my cock at the back of her throat, so that was what she was getting—a hard and frenzied face fucking that would ease from the never-ending, goading arousal that had plagued me in her presence. All hints of her protest were only welcome kindling for the flames of my passion.
As the crescendo loomed, there was only the absolute truth of that moment. Erin had crashed into my life as one of just another group of irritating nobodies, but thanks to the idiocrasy of two strangers, the weather, and fickle circumstance, she’d become so much more.
The woman on her knees was far more than any tourist I’d ever encountered, and giving the order for her to take everything I had, there was only one certainty.
She was mine.
My little girl.
My personal whore.
Erin wasn’t going anywhere .