24 Dane #2
“It won’t take very long, Sir.”
“Such a needy girl,” I reiterate. “Now do what I asked you to do.”
Lindsey’s hand moves beneath her underwear, legs spread wide for me. It takes less than thirty seconds before her thighs begin to tremble, and I know what’s happening.
“Sir, I’m about to—”
She doesn’t finish her sentence, and I bark, “Remove your hand.”
The command is loud, and she startles, yanking her hand from her shorts.
“Look at me.” She does, and I rumble out praise. “Good girl. Now show me your fingers.”
She shifts and holds them out, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. The light in the room makes her hand glisten, and I’d give a kidney to suck the digits into my mouth.
“Taste yourself,” I command.
I expect her to hesitate, to balk at the idea—some people would. But her lips part, and she slides her pointer finger into her mouth. Confidence exudes from her as she sucks on it, making a show of it. I know what she’s doing; she’s teasing me. Only proving that she is very much a naughty girl.
“What do you taste like, baby?” My voice is husky, dark and edged with desire.
“I taste like yours, Sir.”
Sparks ignite under my skin, her words satisfying me more than I can say. “That’s right. Because your cunt is mine. Now touch that pretty little clit again.”
Lindsey doesn’t hesitate to bring her hand back to her shorts. Her shoulders stay relaxed, and her eyes remain on mine as she inserts her hand beneath the elastic.
“That’s it,” I say, leaning back in my chair to enjoy the show. Her eyes hood, and another whimper escapes her when she touches her swollen nerves. “Green, yellow, or red, Lindsey?”
“Green!” she cries.
“Stop!” I bark. Her hand stops moving, and her eyes pop open. “You were about to come, weren’t you?”
“I was, Sir.”
“Pinch those nipples again for me. Harder this time.” Her hand reaches up, and I add, “With both hands.”
She huffs. If she’s already this wound up, she’s in for the ride of her life because I’m far from done yet.
She pulls her hand from her shorts, bringing it along with her other to her breasts.
Once in place, she follows my order, fingers pinching the hard buds.
Her moans of pleasure reach my ears, and I wait until they turn to whimpers. Then I tell her to stop yet again.
“Sensitive?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whines.
“Hmm, I bet. But you’re being such a good girl for me.”
“Thank you, Sir. I want to be good.”
“I know you do, and you’re making me very happy. Now touch yourself again, but this time, put your fingers into that tight pussy.”
A sound akin to a whine filters through the speakers, and I have no doubt I’m going to come in my pants by the time this is over. But I’m beyond the point of caring.
Lindsey reaches her hand down again, pressing her head back into the couch.
My gaze zeros in on the space between her legs, and I watch as the fabric of her shorts moves, getting a peek at the dark hair covering her soft mound.
I know the exact moment her fingers enter her cunt because she moans, and I can hear how fucking wet she is.
God-fucking-dammit. I rest my head back against my chair, cock throbbing. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
“Pinch your nipple while you fuck yourself.”
Lindsey pinches and moans, her hips bucking off the couch.
“That’s it, baby.”
“Sir, I—oh god, I—”
I yell out a command to stop again, and she groans, body deflating back against the cushion. I let her come down from her near orgasm, have her sit with the feeling of frustration before I bring her attention back to me. “You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”
Her cheeks flush a deeper red, and I note that she liked that praise for the future.
“I think my good girl deserves a reward for following directions. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Of course you would,” I remark.
Her chin dips, and if I were in the room with her, I’d grab it to make her look at me. “Lindsey,” I say sternly. Her eyes snap to mine. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good, Sir.”
“If you touch yourself again when I tell you not to, I won’t be as forgiving. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“You have sixty seconds to make yourself come.”
She blinks at me, and I cock an eyebrow back.
“Now it’s fifty-five.”
Lindsey’s eyes widen, but she lays back again, her hand working her clit faster this time. Her eyes flutter closed, and I let her do it. I want her to enjoy her first orgasm with me in whatever way is most comfortable for her.
I hadn’t planned on letting her come this soon. I wanted to edge her longer to punish her for her fake transgression, but seeing her now, teetering on the edge, I don’t want to deny her. I know she needs this release just as much as I need to see her have it at my command.
“So beautiful,” I say, loud enough so she can hear.
“Sir—” She whimpers.
“Clock’s ticking,” I tease.
“Sir—I, I don’t think—”
“Bring your free hand to your throat.” She does as I ask, and her hips start to rise off the couch as she places it there. “Now pretend it’s my hand. You can feel the calluses on my fingers, the heat from my grip, can’t you, baby?”
“Oh, fuck, I—” she cries.
“Grip that pretty throat for me.”
Her fingers tighten, and her other hand circles her clit faster.
“Come, Lindsey,” I growl.
“Dane!” she cries. My name sounds like a melody as it spills from her lips. She shouldn’t have called me Dane during a scene, but I’d be a fucking liar if I said I didn’t fucking like it.
Lindsey whimpers, still holding back, and I focus on her final seconds before release.
“I’ve got you. Let go and come.” The command in my tone is final, and her back arches off the couch.
I press the heel of my palm over my jeans without thinking.
I grunt quietly as her thighs shake and her body twitches and trembles as she comes.
She cries my name again, loud enough that it echoes through my speakers like the last note of a song.
My own orgasm rips through my body, and warm cum coats my lower stomach and soaks my boxers, my cock twitching as my submissive’s stunning body begins to float down from her high.
Lindsey’s staccato breaths fill my ears as she sags back into the couch, her eyes still closed. I ignore the fact that I came in my pants and keep my attention on her.
I let her float in her post-orgasm high for a few more minutes before I break the silence. “You did so well, baby. Can you open your eyes and look at me?”