Everett #2
“Good. I want to hear you thanking me after each time I spank you. I know you have the gag in, but I want to hear you trying. Let’s give it a try, shall we?” My hand cracks against the fleshy part of her ass. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make her jump.
“Shnk yuu!” The words come out garbled, her voice high-pitched, and a little strangled from the shock of the impact.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
She’s so obedient, so eager to please.
I spank her again. The other cheek this time.
The flesh reddens under my palm and she jumps the same way, still just as sensitive as when I first spanked her.
Then I do it again. And again, as she offers me a garbled, ‘thank you,’ each time.
“That’s four.” My voice comes out low and strained. “You’re doing so well, Honey. You just want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”
She offers me another jerky nod. I see the faint shimmer of tears clinging to her lower lashes and pause to see if she’s going to safe word. When she doesn’t, my hand cracks against where her ass meets her thigh.
“Halfway there.”
I watch her after each strike, gauging her reactions. She tries a couple of times—reflexively at first and then intentionally—to close her legs. I’m sure it’s from a sense of self-preservation at first, but I quickly realize it’s because she’s embarrassed about how wet she is between her thighs.
She’s almost dripping onto the floor.
Part of me wants to push her until she does. But that would likely take more than ten strikes, and I don’t want to push her too quickly. Not when she’s trusting me enough to do this with her.
Her breathing deepens and her hands stop flexing against the restraints, like she’s relaxing into it, instead of flinching away.
“That was nine,” I murmur, running a hand down her spine. “You’ve been doing so well. One more. And this one will be special.”
She blinks up at me, her head tilted to the side when I say the last strike will be special.
“This is for trying to close those legs of yours. You should learn not to hide yourself from me, Honey,” I murmur before my last strike lands squarely between her legs.
I cup her pussy, the flesh heated and pink, especially after that slap.
It’s the lightest of the bunch, but she still makes a muffled, strangled sound that’s halfway between a squeal and a moan. “You’re soaked.”
I circle her clit once before pulling my hand away. Despite the tears that are finally starting to fall down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensation, following the emotional rollercoaster in that meeting room, her hips still chase after my hand, like she’s desperate for more stimulation.
“You did so good,” I murmur, giving her a second to catch her breath. “Can you stand?”
She offers a shaky nod, and I help her stand, guiding her up because her arms are still bound behind her back. She sways on her feet a little as she blinks up at me.
“You were such a good girl for me,” I murmur.
I indulge myself by tucking the front of her dress up into the bodice, baring her from the waist down before reaching out and plucking the gag out of her mouth.
“Color?”
“Green,” she says, swallowing hard.
God, she’s perfect.
I reach out and brush at her cheeks with my thumbs, wiping away the small smudges of mascara. She worries her bottom lip between her teeth, that adorable line between her brows making an appearance.
“It looks like you have something on the tip of your tongue, Honey.”
“Am—am I allowed to ask you to make me come? Please, Everett, I’m—I’m dying here.”
“Hmmm, I don’t know if I’ve ever heard of someone dying from orgasm denial. Do you know some submissives wear chastity belts or cock cages for weeks or months for their dominants?”
Her eyes go wide with horror.
“You’re not—you’re not going to make me wait that long, are you?”
“No,” I chuckle. “But I want to indulge myself a bit more.”
“Indulge yourself?” she asks, her brows drawing down again.
“Yes. Because witnessing you like this is an indulgence, my dear.”
I reach out and tug down the neckline of her dress until her tits are spilling out over the top of it.
Her chest heaves as her breathing deepens again. With her arms bound behind her back, her posture makes it so she’s forced to stick out her chest.
“So pretty for me,” I murmur.
“I probably look like a mess,” she huffs.
My eyes narrow and I press my thumb against her lips. Hard enough she’s forced to part them. I press the digit down against her tongue.
“Even if you do look like a mess, you’re my mess. And I find you like this to be the hottest thing on the planet. So unless you want to argue with me and tell me I’m wrong, I won’t hear you speaking down on yourself. Do you understand?”
She offers me another one of those nods, sucking my thumb, her eyes sparking with a glimmer of mischief.
I pull my thumb from her mouth with a wet pop.
“Good,” I nod, taking a step back to admire the sight of her.
Thighs glistening with arousal. Arms bound behind her back. Tits exposed and held up, almost in offering, by the neckline of her dress.
She runs her tongue along the inside of her cheek.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she snarks.
I can’t help but let out a bark of laughter.
She really is a brat. Lucky for her, I enjoy the push and pull of getting her to submit to me.
“Oh, because the idea of being watched turns you on, hmm?” I comment, crossing my arms over my chest.
I watch as her thighs flex as she fights the urge to close her legs. Good, that means she’s learning.
“I wonder what the others would say if I took a picture of you and sent it in the group chat. I’d be very interested to see what sort of music Beck would write then.”
“You—you’d do that?” she asks, her eyes going wide.
“Why act surprised? You were the one who told me to take a picture. It would be a shame to hoard such a pretty sight to myself.”
“They’d probably be a little upset cause you made me cry,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.
“You’re probably right,” I nod. “They’d likely say something about how I shouldn’t push you so hard. But then I’d tell them about how you practically begged me to show you this side of myself. And then do you know what they’d do?”
I lean down so we’re at eye level.
“What?”
“Every single one of them would jerk off to it, counting down the hours until I brought you home.”
Bathed in warm sunlight, her dress askew and her most vulnerable parts on display for me, she looks like a dream.
I reach down between her thighs, collecting her slick on my fingers.
“You love it,” I growl. “The idea of being on display, being something I get to show off to the others, being something we all covet.”
“Maybe,” she gasps.
I suck my middle finger into my mouth, tasting her.
“I think this is answer enough,” I chuckle, pressing my index finger against her lips and painting them glossy with her own essence. “But I want to keep this version of you to myself a little bit longer.”
Her tongue darts out to gently lick at my fingertip.
“Possessive, huh?”
“Yes, very much so.” I cup the back of her neck before my hands tangle in her hair at the base of her skull.
“I’m happy you have a pack. The others care for and support you in ways I’m less equipped to...
but that means that when you’re in my domain and I’m offering you what I can give you, you belong to me. ”
“Okay,” she breathes out. “I’m cool with that.”
My lips quirk up at her casual acceptance.
Using the hold I have on her hair, I direct her to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and press her against it.
“What—what are you doing? What if people see?”
“Let them,” I growl, reaching out and gliding my fingers through her slick folds. With her body at an angle like this, she’s too tempting.
I keep to myself that the windows all have a reflective coating to prevent people from seeing in.
It’s mostly to reduce air conditioning costs by letting less sun in through the windows, but it serves the added benefit of making Andi feel like she’s on display.
A feeling that seems to turn her on immensely.
I do wish I could see what she looks like from the other side, tits pressed up against the glass. I’ll just have to ask one of the others to fuck her up against a shower wall while I watch, so I can get a similar sort of effect.
“You like the idea of your rawest, neediest form being seen and still accepted, still loved, don’t you?”
Shit. Where did that word come from?
Love.
It’s too soon.
But is it? We’ve spent so much time fighting for her. I’m sure Beck, Leo, and Eli are already in love with her, considering the fact that they’ve spent so much more time with her than I have. I just don’t think they’ve said it to her yet.
Who wouldn’t fall in love with her? The more time I spend, the harder it becomes to imagine a world where someone isn’t consumed by how wonderful she is to be around. I don’t just think that because she let me bend her over my desk and spank her, either. I’ve felt this way this for a while, now.
“Yes,” she gasps, dragging me from my thoughts. “I do, okay?”
I land a light swat on her ass.
“Watch your tone,” I chuckle.
“Stop teasing me,” she lets out a whine, pressing her cheek against the glass, her eyes fluttering shut. “Please, I need you inside me.”
The hand that’s still holding her hair flexes. I don’t miss the way she’s begging me to fuck her instead of just begging me to make her come.
Always so eager to please.
“Hmmm, since you asked so nicely.” I reach down with my free hand and undo my belt. A shiver runs down her spine at the sound. When I free my cock from the confines of my slacks and boxers, I run the head up and down her dripping folds. “So wet. So ready for me.”
She shifts her hips back as much as she can with me still pressing her up against the glass, and the hold I have on her hair.
I press forward, slowly feeding her inch by inch so she has the chance to adjust.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, her hands flexing against the bindings around her wrists like she’s desperately trying to find something to hold on to.