11. Marcus
S ilence swirls around us, both waiting to see which of us is going to break the tension first. I’m enjoying the way Chloe is trying not to squirm far too much, and I’m heavily regretting my decision not to touch her. There’s nothing I want more.
Why the fuck am I trying to be the good guy when we both know I’m very fucking bad for her?
I take a step away from her, hating the way my body seems to drop in temperature just from not having her warmth near me, but I need the space to keep my head clear.
Turning quickly on my heel, I abandon the dinner dishes and our unfinished wine glasses, and walk into the living room. I drop down into the big arm chair opposite the sofa, taking a deep breath as I do.
I want to turn back, to make sure she’s following me, but I don’t want her to feel like I’m forcing her into anything. This has to be one hundred percent her choice, so I prick my ears up, listening for any movement. When I hear the soft pads of her feet following behind me, I have to fight back my smile .
Once she joins me in the living room, she stands in between my chair and the sofa, her eyes flicking nervously around the room as she tries to decide where to sit. After a second, with a huff, she drops onto the sofa opposite me. Her eyes fall to the floor, but mine remain fixed on her, watching the way she shuffles around, trying to get comfortable.
I clear my throat to grab her attention, and once her gaze is locked on me, I lean forward slightly, opening my legs wider to appear more laid back. “So, tell me, after the other night, did you think about me?”
Her eyes widen again, and the side of my lip twitches as my smirk grows. As her cheeks redden further, she looks like she’s not sure what to say.
I love the way she squirms, feeling uncomfortable with my blunt approach, and so I push things further.
“You remember, when I took my big, hard cock out and wanked myself while you watched. You were hypnotised watching me pump my hard shaft, not taking your eyes off me as I blew my load at just the thought of your sexy body. You do remember that, don’t you?” I ask sarcastically, my voice deepening with each dirty word.
Her throat bobs as she swallows air, her head tilting just the slightest, like she’s ashamed to admit she remembers. “Yes,” she whispers, barely audible, but it rings loud in my head.
“What I want to know is what you did after I left. Did you think about me? Did you picture my dick as you put your fingers on your dripping pussy?”
“I-I… I didn’t—” Before she can finish whatever lie was about to tumble from her lips, I cut her off.
“How wet was your pretty pink pussy after watching me? Were you dripping into your knickers? Don’t lie to me, Mio,” I state firmly, loving the way her nostrils flare and her eyes darken as lust takes over.
As she shuffles on the seat, she tries to be discreet about it, making it look like she’s simply trying to get comfortable, but I don’t miss the way she grinds her thighs together, like she’s trying to alleviate an ache that I’m desperate to help her with.
Her eyes drop to the floor so she doesn’t have to look at me, but she finds her voice after a short pause. “I was so wet.”
My dick twitches at the desperation in her voice, and I ache as my hard length presses against the confines of my trousers, trying to break free.
“Did you touch yourself? Was your wet cunt aching so much that you just had to use your fingers to take away the pressure?”
I watch as her breathing increases, until she looks like she’s panting, unable to take full breaths. I bet her heart is beating so fast and loud that she can hear it thudding in her ears .
She slowly nods her head, and the blush on her cheeks has started to spread down over her chest, redness slipping underneath her T-shirt. I can’t help but wonder if the swell of her tits are bright red too.
“Use your words, Mio,” I state firmly.
“What does that word mean?” she mumbles, her gaze firmly locked on mine now as she searches for the answer. I can’t help but chuckle.
Although both me and my father have lived in Blackthorn our whole lives, our family are originally of Italian descent. My great-great grandfather moved over from Italy a very long time ago, and the Morelli’s have lived in England ever since.
Though we still have some distant relatives that none of us see that still live in Italy, we rarely go back there. My father’s mother is the only one who wanted to feel some kind of bond with her ancestors, and she chose to learn Italian. The rest of our family barely knows anything other than the odd curse word.
Growing up, I used to love watching my grandma move around the kitchen as she cooked, talking to herself in Italian. Despite only having been to Italy a few times, she still cooked like other Italian women, with recipes that were handed down through the generations.
My grandma was by far my favourite person, so when she offered to teach me Italian, of course, I said yes. She also taught me a bit of cooking at the same time.
I still remember her squeezing my cheeks when I turned thirteen, telling me that any woman would find me irresistible if I could cook her a nice meal and compliment her in the beautiful language.
The idea that I could win over a girl, and spend a bit of extra time with my grandma, was more than enough of an excuse for me to learn Italian. She wasn’t remotely surprised that I picked it up easily, boasting to everyone who would listen that I was a natural.
I still remember my father scoffing at me, saying I was wasting my time, that I should spend my time learning something useful rather than a language I’d rarely speak. Naturally, that made me spend even more time perfecting the language, until I could both write and speak it fluently.
Although I hate to admit it, my father was right that I barely use the language I spent so long learning. We rarely deal with anyone who doesn’t speak English, and even when we communicate with our contacts in Italy, my father insists they speak English so he can understand.
In fact, since my grandma passed away almost a decade ago now, I’ve barely spoken the beautiful language. Choosing only to drop the odd word when I don’t want the other person to know what I’m saying—usually as a way of insulting them whilst they’re none the wiser .
With Chloe, calling her Mio is my own little inside joke, and I’m not ready to let her in on it yet. I’ve been using it randomly since we were teenagers and she’s never looked it up, so I think she’s waiting for me to tell her what it means, which is fine by me.
Ignoring her question, I try to get the subject back on track.
“I asked you a question. Answer me,” I growl, leaving no room for arguments.
She’s torn between fighting me, demanding I tell her what the nickname means, and obeying me. There’s a submissive buried deep inside Chloe, and I’m desperate to bring her out to play.
“What was the question?” she rushes out, looking confused and a little flustered.
I have the bite the inside of my cheek to stop my smile from ruining the stern expression I’m trying to maintain. “I asked if you used your fingers to help with the ache in your wet pussy after watching me wank.”
The nod of her head is so slight, had I not been paying attention, I may have missed it. Then she remembers my instructions and finds her voice, though it’s low and croaky. “Yes.”
My smirk grows as my dick throbs painfully at the images I’m conjuring in my head. “Did you just rub your clit until you fell apart? Or did you plunge your fingers into your tight cunt, wishing it was my hard cock instead?”
With each dirty word, she chews more on her bottom lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The way she rubs her thighs together is becoming more noticeable, and I can tell she’s just as worked up as I am.
I want nothing more than to slide my zipper down, take out my hard cock, and stroke it until I blow all over myself, but I can’t do that this time. This has to be all about Chloe.
“Both,” she squeaks, and I can’t help the low groan that slips free at the thought.
Her eyes widen as soon as she hears it, and she looks shocked that her words could elicit such a response from me. I’m surprised she hasn’t notice the large tent in my trousers yet, and I’m reminded once again that this girl has no idea how fucking perfect she is.
“Take off your shorts,” I say.
“What?” she blurts out, her hands moving instinctively to press against the small fabric that’s doing a piss poor job of covering her legs.
“I said…take off your shorts,” I repeat, deliberately slowing my words down as I enunciate them more clearly.
She shakes her head, looking a little panicked. “I’m not wearing anything underneath,” she whispers, and my smile grows, showing my teeth in a way that probably makes me look like a predator.
“Good.”
I wait, and Chloe looks to be warring with herself, torn over what the right thing to do is. I see the moment she makes her decision, as her face that had been crinkled while deep in thought suddenly relaxed. Her gaze drops to the floor, and she takes a big deep breath before she reaches up to grab the waistband of her shorts.
Without hesitation, most likely as she’s worried any pause may cause her to lose her nerve, she lifts her arse just enough to wiggle the shorts down her legs. Once they fall to her ankles, she uses her foot to flick them to one side.
Her creamy thighs are now fully on display for me, and saliva floods my mouth as I think about how soft her flesh would be against my lips.
“Open your legs, Mio,” I demand, loving the way her eyes flick up to meet mine, the blush on her cheeks worsening.
With a confidence I wasn’t expecting, she widens her legs, not stopping until I can see her pussy. She doesn’t have any hair there at all, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. My cock is pressing so hard against my boxers, it’s almost painful now.
“Lift your feet onto the sofa and spread your knees as wide as you can.”
She follows my instructions, her gaze still locked on mine, and I drag myself away from her molten silver eyes to look at her body. Her pretty pink pussy has a slight glisten to it that lets me know she’s wet, and my hand itches to touch her.
“Take your T-shirt off.” My voice is deep and husky now, dripping with lust.
“You have all your clothes on.” I hear the challenge in her words, but her voice is barely above a whisper.
I wonder if she is pushing me, or if this is just her asking for what she wants. It’s a really hard decision for me, as I want to reward her for finding her voice and asking for what she wants, but if I remove even one item of clothing, keeping my restraint will be a challenge.
“I do,” I reply, loving the way her glare narrows on me in challenge. “This isn’t about me, it’s about you. Now, take off your top, Mio.”
She shakes her head as she rolls her eyes, but at the same time, she reaches down to the hem of her shirt and begins lifting it. I’m sure she’s going at a fucking glacial pace to drive me mad, revealing a fucking centimetre of skin every few seconds.
It seems to take hours from her revealing her pierced belly button before I catch a glimpse of the underside of her bra.
I’m not sure if she’s doing it on purpose to wind me up, but it’s working. Each sliver of creamy soft skin that’s exposed seems to push me further into madness.
I never lose control. I’m always the one in charge of every interaction, never once letting my urges get the better of me. Yet with Chloe, I’m tempted to throw the rule book out the window as I fall to her feet, giving her whatever she wants.
Man the fuck up, Marcus , I remind myself. I’m supposed to be doing this to help Chloe, and I need to stop letting my cock distract me from the plan.
As she throws her T-shirt in the same direction as her discarded shorts, I suck in a breath at the sight of her sitting on my sofa, legs spread wide open, wearing just a lacy black bra. I don’t think even my wildest imagination could create something so fucking sexy.
“Bra off,” I snap, not trusting myself to say anything more.
With her gaze fixed on me, her confidence growing as she watches me fall apart just looking at her, she reaches back to unclip her bra. Once it’s open, she wraps her arms around her chest, so the fabric can’t fall away. She pauses like that for a moment.
Chloe squeezes her eyes shut, and I watch as she slowly takes some big deep breaths. I don’t miss the way her hands that are holding her bra in place tremble.
“Are you okay?” I ask, worried I may have pushed her too far, too fast.
Silence fills the room as she doesn’t respond. Then, when she seems to have gotten full control over her breathing, she reaches for the bra strap on her left shoulder. Her hand still has a slight tremble, but nothing like before.
She lowers the strap, pulling her arm out, and repeats the motion with the other arm. The only thing holding her bra in place is the arm across her chest. It’s pressed so tightly against her that her tits are squashed, looking like they’re trying to burst out of the bra cups.
Even though her response is a little shaky, her eyes are fixed on mine and she doesn’t look away. “I’m okay.”
She then drops her arm, catching the bra with her other hand. The fabric falls away from her body, exposing her fucking amazing tits, and she throws the bra in the direction of all her clothes.
I want nothing more than to look at her tits, but I know it’s taking a lot for her to maintain eye contact with me right now, and I want her to know how much it means to me that she trusts me with this.
She’s putting herself in an incredibly vulnerable position, being naked and exposed while I’m clothed and assessing her. I couldn’t be fucking prouder, and I let her see that as a genuine smile replaces my usual smirk.
The moment she sees how real my smile is, and that it’s all for her, she relaxes completely, her face lighting up and making her look even more beautiful than she did before. If only she knew, this is the smile I reserve just for her.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl look this fucking gorgeous before, and it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint not to walk over to her and devour her the way I have so many times in my dreams.
I can’t do that yet, I have to make this about her, but that doesn’t stop me from looking. Once I know she’s okay with what’s happening, I allow my gaze to drop from her face.
Moving slowly, so I can take in as much of her as possible, I drag my gaze over every inch of her fucking incredible body. Even though her eyes are fixed firmly on me, showing the confidence she’s trying to portray, the rest of her face gives her away.
The red glow of her cheeks is a dead giveaway that she’s a little embarrassed, but as the flush travels down her neck and across her chest, it gives her a glow.
Her lower lip is pulled between her teeth, plump from where she’s been nibbling at it as a nervous gesture. It’s made her lips appear pinker and fuller, and I can’t stop imagining what they’d look like wrapped around my cock.
I quickly move my stare from her lips, as I’m really not trying to give myself a hospital-inducing case of blue balls. I follow the direction of her flushed skin, down her neck and across the subtle curve of her collarbone.
Her round, perky tits are just the right size, and I know if I were to cup one in my hand, it would be slightly more than a handful, which is fucking perfect for me.
As I drag my gaze over her peaked nipples, I can’t help but wonder if it’s the coldness of the room that’s hardened them, or is she as turned on as me?
Moving my gaze away from her tits is a struggle. I feel like a teenage boy who just found a nude magazine and is looking at his first ever pair. These may not be my first, but they are pretty fucking perfect.
Get a grip, Marcus, I think to myself, before the rude version of me responds with, I would very much love to get a grip of those . Great, now I’m having conversations with myself. I think all the blood has left my brain and is firmly in my boxers right now.
With much more effort than I’d like, I continue my lazy perusal of Chloe’s body. Her skin looks so soft, and she has curves in all the right places. Although she’s sat down, I can see the soft curve of her stomach and her hips, which only makes me want to see her arse even more.
The twinkling of her belly button bar catches my attention, and I want nothing more than to fall to my knees in front of her and kiss every inch of her skin. I want to touch her, to know if she’s as soft as she looks. The need to hold her curves, to grip her hard enough to leave my mark on her, so she’ll know exactly who she belongs to.
I never get possessive over women. In fact, I rarely ever see a woman again after one night. I never lead them on, they always know where I stand, and that I’m not looking for any more than one night.
Yet, as I stare at this beautiful woman, with curves in all the right places, I can’t help but think that one night wouldn’t be enough. It wouldn’t give me enough time to devour every piece of her, to learn her body in a way that nobody else ever has.
I suspect that one taste of her will have me hooked like a drug, and I’d willingly fall into addiction for her.
As I finally drag my gaze over her pink pussy, taking in her glistening folds, she starts to squirm under the intensity. It looks like it’s taking all her effort not to close her legs, or to use her hands to cover herself up.
In fact, her hands are balled into tight fists, clutching at the sofa cushions on either side of her so tightly that her knuckles have turned white.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I growl, breaking the deafening silence that seems to be combining with the growing chemistry, creating a tense atmosphere.
Hearing the deep, raspy growl in my voice, she lets out a gasp. As I was assessing her, she must have taken the time to do the same, as her gaze is now locked on the tent in my trousers. I can’t help my smirk as I take in her awe-like expression.
“Is your pussy wet right now?” I ask, tilting my head in that direction so she’s forced to look down at herself.
She gives me a small nod, but I fix her with a hard stare, reminding her of the rules—she must use her voice. “Yes.” It’s small and shy, but I smile when she does as she’s told.
“Use your finger and tell me how wet.”
She flicks her gaze between me, her hand—that’s still curled in a fist around the sofa cushion—and her very exposed cunt. She looks so uncertain, and I watch as her chest rises and falls slowly while she no doubt tries to claw back some of her anxiety.
When she finally lets go of the sofa cushion, I involuntarily lean forward, like I need to be as close to her as I can.
She reaches down with one hand, resting her arm on the inside of her thigh, and uses her fingers to part her lips. With her other hand, she swipes her finger through her slit.
A low groan echoes around the room, and I’m not entirely sure which one of us it came from. This is fucking torture, yet I can’t look away.
She drags her finger slowly from the bottom of her slit to the top, and as she reaches her swollen clit, she gently presses against it, making her gasp. Her eyes screw shut as she loses herself in the moment, gently circling her hard bud.
I’m so fucking hypnotised watching her, but I’m supposed to be using this to teach her about control, and once I’ve mentally chastised myself for what I’m about to do, I get things back on track.
“Stop!” I snap.
Her eyes fly open, her fingers stilling on her clit as she looks at me, very confused.
“What? Why?” she rushes out, her brow furrowing.
“Did I tell you that you could play with your clit?” I keep my voice stern, my cold stare fixed on her so she can see I’m not happy.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“What instruction did I give you?”
She opens her mouth a couple of times, her nose crinkling as she tries to remember, before she finally says, “You asked how wet I am.”
“Did you answer me?”
“No,” she replies softly, dropping her eyes down to the sofa, looking like a child being told off.
“Eyes of me, Mio. Answer me, now.” Before I’ve even get the full instruction out, her molten silver eyes flick back up to meet mine, and I love that they’re darkened with lust.
“I’m very wet,” she mutters, her voice giving away just how shy she’s feeling right now.
“Are you as wet as you were the other night, when you were playing with your dripping cunt, thinking of me?”
Her breath hitches, and it doesn’t take a genius to tell she likes dirty talk. I’d also hazard a guess that she has either a praise kink or a degradation kink—maybe a combination of the two. I look forward to finding out.
She takes in a breath before the words rush out. “I’m not as wet as I was that night, but I’m getting there.”
My smirk grows as the redness in her cheeks that had been starting to fade worsens once more.
“Show me.”
Her eyes widen almost comically as her brows fly so high they’re almost in her hairline. “What?”
I hold back a laugh at how high-pitched her tone is.
“Drag your finger through your slit, then lift it up and show me just how dripping wet you are.” I make sure to say each word slowly, dragging out the instruction so that the excitement builds for us both.
I can see the war in her eyes. She’s torn between not wanting to do something that she thinks is embarrassing, that she’s clearly never done before, and needing to do exactly as I tell her.
She needs to remember this is a teaching experience, as well as a whole fucking lot of fun, so in my stern voice, I remind her that disobeying me isn’t the smart option.
“You’ve already earned yourself one punishment for touching yourself without my permission, you don’t want to earn a second for not doing as you’re told.”
“Punishment?” she splutters, looking both horrified and a little intrigued.
“If you want me to teach you control, that means giving yourself over fully. I own you. If I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it straight away. I’ll never ask you to do more than you’re capable of, but I will push you,” I tell her.
“I’m still not entirely sure how me giving you all the control, submitting to you, helps me to feel in control,” she mutters, rolling her eyes like a petulant teenager who is one step away from a pouting tantrum. My palm is twitching already.
“You’ll just have to trust me,” I say, turning her own words back on her. She thinks she trusts me, and now is the time for her to prove it.
I’m sure there are certain things that she trusts me with. She knows I’ll keep her safe, and that I’ll make sure she has a good time, but in my opinion, that’s just superficial trust. I want her to put her life, her heart, her soul in my hands, knowing I’ll protect them as though they were my own. Only when she feels that will she tell me her secrets.
There’s a nagging voice in my head that keeps telling me I don’t need that level of trust to make her submissive, the superficial version would work perfectly for the sex stuff. It’s how I’ve done things with other girls in the past. As long as they trust me with their bodies, that’s all I need.
So why do I want more from Chloe?
I’ve known for years that nothing can ever happen between us. She’s the very fucking definition of forbidden, and I risk starting a war, igniting the old rivalry with her family if I break the rules for her.
No matter how fucking amazing the sex might be, it’s not worth causing unrest in Blackthorn, and me potentially losing my best friend.
Sex is all I can ever offer her. I’m not capable of more, so why am I asking her to give me all of her?
I push those heavy thoughts from my mind, not wanting to acknowledge or deal with the conflicting emotions. Instead, I do what I do best and concentrate on my throbbing cock, and the beautiful naked woman in front of me.
Her soft, low voice drags me back to the moment. “What punishment?”
“We can discuss that at a later date, but for right now, you just need to remember that every time you disobey me, or do something I’m not satisfied with, you are adding to it. Do you understand?”
She nods her head, and it only takes a second of me glaring at her for her words to tumble out as she remembers the rule. “Yes, I understand.”
“Are you going to do as you’re told?” I ask, my brow rising in challenge.
With a small sigh, she says, “Yes.” At the same time, she moves her hand back to her pussy and screws her eyes shut.
Repeating what she did before, she slowly drags her finger through her slit, starting at the bottom, pulling it all the way up to her clit. Learning from last time, she rubs her finger over it gently, but she doesn’t give it any more attention, though it’s clear by the way her eyes screw tighter that she really wants to.
She then brings her finger up and holds it in front of her, though her eyes are still firmly clamped shut.
“Open your eyes,” I snap, and she does.
Our gazes both fix on the finger she’s holding up in front of her face. There’s no denying the glistening wetness that is soaking it, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning.
“So fucking wet, Mio,” I growl, and I’m sure she’s watching my bright blue eyes darken with pure lust.
I want nothing more than to move over to her, take her finger in my mouth, and devour every last drop of her. I have to grip the chair arms to keep myself still.
“Now I want you to show me how you played with yourself last night. I want to watch as you touch your dripping cunt, wishing it was me.” My voice is so deep and raspy, I barely recognise myself.
Her eyes snap up to meet mine, and I can tell she’s nervous, but she must see something in my gaze as she doesn’t hesitate to move her hand. Her dripping wet finger is on her clit straight away, but she takes her time, spreading the juices over her sensitive nub, her breath hitching as she does.
With each stroke, she gets lost in herself, and though her eyes appear to be fixed on me, she’s totally immersed in the experience. I don’t think she’d have any idea if I left the room.
Ha, there’s no fucking way. Someone could drop a nuclear bomb and I still wouldn’t move from this spot.
I watch with rapt attention as her fingers explore her pussy. She starts slowly, using her fingers to spread her juices around, getting her clit and her lips nice and wet. Each time she tentatively circles her clit, a shiver ripples through her, and her head lulls back just a little.
Once she’s made sure her fingers and her pussy are dripping wet, that’s when she starts to lose herself. She alternates between rubbing her fingers over her clit, pulling a moan from her lips, before moving back to gently tracing circles around it, making her tremble.
I’m leaning so far forward now, I’m about a minute or two away from falling head first out of my chair. I’m so fucking enthralled by her movements.
The way her chest rises and falls in short gasps as her breathing speeds up. The way the red on her chest glows brighter as she gets hotter. The way her head falls back and her eyes roll when she hits a particularly good spot, unable to stop the groan from filling the room.
“Does that feel good, Mio? Is your pussy getting wet and tingly each time you press your clit?”
She makes a noise that sounds like confirmation, mixed in with a loud groan as her fingers press hard on her clit. I’m sure I heard the word yes in there somewhere, and watching her lose control like this makes me smile.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m out of the chair. I use the last of my self-restraint to stand when really all I want to do is crawl on my hands and knees across the room, settling in between her legs. Somehow, I manage to retain a little of my dignity, and I walk over to her instead.
Chloe has no idea I’ve even moved. She’s so lost in her own head, her eyes scrunched shut, so she hasn’t seen or heard me approach. It’s not until I speak, and she hears how close I am that her eyes fly open in surprise. “Does that feel good?”
Her eyes lock with mine and she nods her head rapidly.
“Yes.” It sounds more like a breathy moan than a word.
“Do you like having me watch you while you play with your wet pussy?”
“Fuck, yes,” she moans, as she presses her fingers harder against her clit.
I bet if I were to slide a finger into her tight hole right now, I’d feel her walls starting to tighten around me. She looks like she’s getting closer to the edge, but I’m not ready for this to be over yet.
“Do you like being a dirty little slut? Do you like teasing me as you rub your clit like a naughty whore?”
Her breath hitches and her eyes widen as she hears the dirty words, and I smile as I expose her love of degradation. I had a feeling, and I couldn’t be more fucking pleased that I was right.
“I’m… I’m not a-a slut,” she mumbles, in between gasping for air.
I lower myself so that I’m sitting on the sofa beside her, so close my knee is touching her bare thigh, and she doesn’t take her eyes off me the whole time. I lean in close, so my lips are right beside her ear, my breath fanning across her cheek.
“That is exactly what you are, Mio. You are my slut. You are my dirty little whore, and that is something you should be so fucking proud of.
“You can be a high-society lady out in the real world, but when you’re here with me, you are my slut. You live to bring me pleasure, and in return, I will show you how good your body can really feel.
“Being a dirty slut isn’t a bad thing, as long as it’s just for me,” I tell her, feeling the way her body shivers with my words.
She gasps, her eyes rolling, and I can tell she’s nearing her orgasm. My words had just as much effect on her as her fingers rubbing at her clit. But she still has more to learn, and I’m not ready for this to be over.
As a soft moan drips from her lips, I reach down and place my fingers over hers, stopping her movement. She’s wet and warm, and it takes every bit of strength and self control that I’ve amassed over the years to not let her orgasm.
I want nothing more than to see what this beauty looks like when she falls apart, but this is a teaching moment too.
A loud groan of frustration rips from her throat as she turns to glare at me, rocking her hips as she tries to gain the little bit of friction she needs.
“Marcus, what the fuck?!” she yells, trying to pull her fingers away from the firm hold I have over them.
“Did you ask to come?” I ask slowly, calmly, the complete opposite of the way Chloe is feeling.
“What?” She shakes her head, a bead of sweat dripping from her forehead as she continues to glower at me.
“You heard what I said. If you’re my slut, that means I have full control over you. I say when you come, and until I give you permission, you will not come,” I state firmly, watching as her eyes widen and she continues to shake her head, disbelieving.
“I-I can’t… I can’t stop myself,” she mutters, her eyes finally dropping to look at the floor instead of shooting daggers my way.
I can’t help the cocky smirk. “That’s because you’ve never tried. You want to be in control of your body… Well, this is where you start. No matter how much you might want to come, you have to do whatever it takes to hold back.”
“How?”
This time when her shy eyes meet mine, my stomach flips in a way it’s never done before. This fucking girl is my weakness, and I’m already breaking all of my rules for her.
“Do you want me to show you? ”
She freezes for a moment, her eyes assessing me, before she finally says, “You are going to touch me?”
I hate the hope that is tinged with every word. She’s really making it difficult to stick to my stubborn fucking rules.
I shake my head, my heart racing at the way her face falls, so I quickly explain. “I meant what I said, I won’t touch you until you trust me enough, but that doesn’t mean I can’t help you a little, if you want me to?”
I pointedly look down at where my fingers are already resting over hers. I know, technically , I am touching her, but it’s not in the way either of us wants, so I’m going to maintain that I’m sticking to my rules—mostly.
“Yes, please.” Her voice is so low and shy, and it’s like she has a direct fucking line to my cock, that twitches and aches painfully against my boxers.
“What’s the rule?” I ask her, as I slowly move her fingers until they’re hovering just above her clit, her breath hitching in anticipation.
I freeze there, waiting for her to reply. “I have to get permission before I come.”
“Good girl,” I say with a smirk, loving the way her body shivers beneath me from the praise. “What happens if I don’t give you permission?”
The deer-in-headlights look is back, and she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth as the intensity of the situation triggers her anxiety again. I wait, giving her time to find the words.
After a short silence, she takes a breath and finds her voice. “I have to do whatever I can to stop myself.”
“Good, and what happens if you can’t stop? What happens if you come without my permission?” I ask.
This time she looks genuinely confused, and shrugs her shoulders as she admits, “I don’t know.”
“If you come without my permission, that makes you a very bad girl, and it will add to your punishment in a big way. The only way for me to be sure you’ll follow the rules is if you’re punished for not following them. Does that sound fair?”
Her mouth flops open. “Punished, how?”
My devilish smirk grows at her expression. Although she looks apprehensive, and a little scared, there’s also excitement and intrigue glistening in her silver eyes.
Although I don’t think she wants to be punished, there’s probably a part of her that wants to know what the punishment would be, and if she’d enjoy it.
“Well, that all depends on how much you break the rules. I think for now we should concentrate on you being a good girl, so you can receive your reward, shall we? ”
At the mention of a reward, she nods her head rapidly, and I can’t help but chuckle. I then use the control I have over her hand to move her fingers where I want them, following the path I’d take if there were no barrier between us.
I drag her fingers through her slit, groaning low against her ear as I feel how hot and wet she is against my skin. I make sure her digits are coated in her juices before moving them back to her clit.
I follow the pattern I watched her take before, circling the hard nub before gently rubbing over it. I keep up the rhythm, varying the speed and pressure I use, listening to the way her breathing hitches when I find a spot that’s particularly sensitive.
I’m leaning in close, so I can both reach and see what I’m doing, and Chloe seems to have taken advantage of my proximity by leaning against me. As her breathing picks up, and she edges closer, she leans into me more, until I’m the only thing keeping her upright.
I fucking love having her so close. I can feel the warmth of her body seeping into mine, heating me in a way I’ve never felt before. Each time her chest rises and falls, it’s like it’s an extension of me. When a shiver ripples through her body, it keeps on going through me too.
“More,” she breathes, her head rolling back to rest against my shoulder, her eyes falling shut as pleasure takes over. “Please.”
I press my fingers harder against hers, and a deep guttural moan rips from her lips. Even though I’m barely touching anywhere except her fingers, I can tell her walls are tightening, her whole body is tensing as she gets closer to her release.
“That’s it, Mio. Does that feel good? Are you pretending it’s my fingers that are on your dripping cunt right now?” My deep, raspy voice tickles her ear and she trembles in response.
“Yes, fuck. Please, please. I’m so close. Can I… Can I come?” she mumbles, the words tumbling from her lips as she pulls in a breath.
I don’t respond, except to increase the pressure of her fingers on her clit, forcing her to rub faster and harder, until a string of almost unintelligent curse words fall from her lips.
“I’m going to… Please, Marcus… I need… I can’t… Can I come? Please?” Her begging grows more frantic as her body begins to tense. Her eyes are screwed shut, her head thrown back against my shoulder still, and I know she’s close.
Just as she’s about to fall over the edge, I grab hold of her fingers and pull them away from her no doubt aching pussy.
“Nooooo. Marcus, what the fuck?” she shouts, sounding more like a desperate cry with a touch of anger.
“You don’t have my permission to come yet, slut,” I reply simply .
Her eyes fly open, and once more she’s giving me a death stare. She tries to close her legs, to squeeze them together to help with the throbbing I'm certain she can feel, but I’ve already captured her leg with mine, locking her in place.
She then tries to pull her hand away, but I’m stronger, and she knows her attempt will be futile.
Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears as she looks at me, pleading with me in a way that almost breaks me. “I need to come, Marcus. Please.”
“You will come, but only after you’ve learnt to control your body. You have to push yourself to the edge, and when you finally fall, it’ll be like nothing you’ve ever experienced.”
Before she can argue with me, I pull her hand back in between her legs, giving her the touch she’s so desperate for.
I repeat the same process as before, but as her clit is already super sensitive, it doesn’t take long for her to turn into a panting, begging mess, desperate for release.
“You are so fucking gorgeous when you beg me like this. Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” she replies, the word turning into a moan at the end.
“Can you imagine if it were my fingers on your clit? We both know I wouldn’t be able to stop there. I’d have to press my fingers deep into your tight pussy, feeling your walls clamp down around me as I fuck you.
“Maybe I’d even attack your clit with my tongue while I’m fucking you with my fingers? Would you like me to lick that pretty pussy of yours?”
I whisper the dirty words into her ear, loving the way she trembles beneath me with her growing orgasm. It builds quickly, and soon she’s not even listening to me, she’s too busy begging and pleading.
“Please, let me come. I’m being a good girl. I need to come. Please, please, Marcus. Please, may I come? I’ll do anything.” Her words are coming out so fast, it’s difficult to make them all out.
The smirk on my face grows as she begins to lose control, but as soon as I feel that tell-tale pulsing in her pussy, I rip our hands away. Her loud cries of pleasure and pain fill the room, and this time she doesn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face.
“I-I can’t… Please, Marcus… I can’t… I need to come,” she begs, her body flopping down against mine as her silver eyes plead with me.
“Does it feel good, Mio?” I ask, kneading my hand into her thigh to stop me from exploring the rest of her body.
I want to run my fingers over her nipples, to find out if she’s as sensitive as I think she’ll be. I want to plunge my fingers into her cunt, to feel how tight she really is. But I can’t do any of those things, so I stick to grabbing hold of her thigh so tight, I’m sure she’ll have bruises in the morning.
Good, I want her to wear my marks.
“It feels good, but then it hurts. I’ll do anything, please, just let me come. You can use your fingers, your cock. You have my permission to do anything, but please, let me come.”
My smile grows and my cock twitches, begging me to do as she asks. No matter how much I really want to bury myself in her right now, to feel her milking my cock with her tight walls, we’ve come this far, and I have to finish the lesson.
“Oh, love, I know it would feel so much better if I were the one to make you come, but this is about you. You need to have full control over your body, and when you know you have that, you can give it over to me.”
She looks like she wants to say something, but I cut her off by moving her fingers back between her legs. I bring her close to orgasm, only to deny her, another four times. By the time I pull our fingers away the final time, she’s a blubbering mess. She’s begging and pleading with me, but she’s fully in control, just where I want her to be.
Once she’s calmed down, I move her fingers back to her sensitive clit, and start the process again. It takes mere seconds to get her to the edge, her abused clit now hypersensitive, not needing much encouragement anymore.
As with every other time, Chloe starts to beg me, pleading with me to let her come. The posh girl is gone, and in her place is a foul-mouthed dirty slut who is desperate for release, and she’s never looked more fucking gorgeous.
“Please, please, Marcus, can I come?” she begs, her knuckles still white as she holds onto the sofa cushion beside her with a death grip.
“You can come, Mio,” I whisper into her ear.
Her eyes fly open, her sparking silver gaze locked on me, assessing me like she’s not sure she heard me correctly. “I can come?” she clarifies.
With a smirk, I nod. “Yes, slut. I want you to fall apart on your fingers, imagining that it’s me touching you. Think about how fucking amazing your orgasm will be when I finally do touch you. You know I won’t hold back, I’ll give you everything you didn’t know you needed.”
“Yes,” she screams, as she gives in to the impending orgasm.
“Come for me, Mio,” I instruct, and she does as she’s told.
Chloe’s head falls back against my shoulder again, as her whole body begins to tremble. Her breathy moans turn to cries of pleasure, until she suddenly screams my name.
I hold her, my fingers becoming drenched around hers as her release ripples through her, her body trembling and twitching as she rides the wave. It takes every bit of strength I have not to blow my load in my fucking boxers.
Hearing my name on her lips, like she’s worshipping me, is almost enough to tip me over the edge. I haven’t come without someone touching my cock in a very long time, and I’m not about to start now, though I’m closer than I’d ever like to admit.
It takes a good few minutes for Chloe’s breathing to return to normal, and I choose to ignore that mine’s also coming out in rough pants. I was much more affected by watching her come than I expected.
When she’s finally breathing normal, her body no longer trembling, Chloe begins to pull her fingers away from her abused pussy, and that’s when I remember mine are still encasing hers.
I allow her to move, and I shift my body so I’m no longer trapping her in. Although she closes her legs, she doesn’t attempt to cover herself up, and I can’t help but smile at that.
After a few seconds, Chloe breaks the silence with a short chuckle. “That was…”
Her words trail off, and I fix my gaze on her, waiting for her to finish, but she doesn’t, so I try. “Good? Intense?”
She chuckles again. “Yeah, definitely good, but very intense. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Did you feel like you had more control over your body?” I ask, since that was supposed to be the original task.
She thinks about it for a moment, before finally nodding. “Yes. At first, I didn’t think I could hold back. I didn’t think it was possible to simply stop myself from having an orgasm. I’ve always kinda thought that once it starts, you don’t stop it. I mean, I have them so infrequently, why the hell would I want to stop it?” she jokes, and I can’t help but chuckle along with her.
“Did it feel more intense when you finally did come?”
This time she doesn’t hesitate to answer, she nods her head rapidly. “So fucking intense. I felt it throughout my entire body.”
My smile grows when I see how much she enjoyed herself. “Good. For your first lesson, you did well. You just need to remember, from now on, I own you. I control all of your orgasms.
“If you’re lonely and horny at one in the morning, you better get your arse into my room and beg for me to let you come, because you are not allowed to without my permission ever again.”
“What? That’s not… I can’t do that!” she blusters, her cheeks flushing bright red ag ain.
“You can, and you will. I meant what I said before, I own you now. Every orgasm belongs to me. If you come without my permission, I will punish you.”
She pauses for a moment, deliberating my words. She crosses her arms defiantly, and I try to ignore the way it pushes her tits up in the most fucking magnificent way.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she looks at me in challenge. “How would you know if I came without your permission?”
My devilish smirk grows, and her eyes widen as she takes in my predatory gaze. “You are my slut, I will know.”
“I-I dont… You won’t—” Before she can even fumble a full sentence together, I cut her off.
“You’re my dirty slut, but you’re also a good girl. I have a feeling it won’t take long for you to beg me. You will go to bed tonight dreaming it was my fingers that got you off instead of your own.
“Soon my fingers won’t be enough, and you’ll start to fantasise about my cock. It won’t be long until you’re spilling all your secrets, begging me to make you my dirty whore in all the ways you crave.”
Her mouth flops open, and she looks like she’s about to argue. I’m keen to hear whatever retort she comes up with, but I want to leave her thinking of my dirty words.
I lean over until my lips are almost touching her ear, my breath tickling her cheek. “Goodnight, Mio. I’m going to have some very nice dreams about your sweet pussy. Sleep well.”