Page 54 of Under His Watch

“You want to be a good girl for me?” I teased, stroking my hands up and down her sides and reveling in the softness of her skin. “You want to be my good girl?”

She shook her head, looking at me from hooded eyes. “I want to be bad for you, Romeo. Make me bad.”

Dirtying her up would be my fucking pleasure.

Bringing her closer, I welcomed the press of her hard nipples on my chest. “You’re sure?”

She nodded, gazing at me intently as she came closer for a kiss. Her cheek brushed against mine as she curled against me. “I’m sure.”

“Then stand up.”

She did, bringing her black bikini bottoms to my eye level.

“Take them off.”

Her fingers trembled as she untied to strings keeping the fabric up. My dick hardened, straining to be free, but I resisted the urge to react. I preferred the hard edge of this sort of push and pull, this thin line of trying to hold off from coming. It was almost a form of withholding orgasms for myself, but I’d only do it for her. To bringherthe highest pleasure I could.

Yanking her down on me and fucking her fast would do the trick, but that was too easy.

“Hold it.”

I stared at her pussy, bare and inches from my mouth as she stood there on the seat. Water lapped at her calves as she stood here, naked to the world. No one could see us this high up, but the air on her bare body had to be tormenting her and shredding her modesty.

Her fingers gripped the string as I reached for it. Kissing over her hips, I avoided bringing my lips to her pussy. No matter how much faster she breathed and regardless of how she tipped herself toward me, I refused to pleasure her there with my mouth.

Instead, kissing her lightly and revving up her anticipation for what could come, I tied her hands together behind her back. The bikini bottoms were no replacement for a binding, but the knots held. Her shoulders were pushed back and her hands rested at the small of her back. I cupped her hips, caressing over the globes of her ass until I had my hands on the backs of her thighs.

I gazed up at her, taking in every sexy inch of her, from her flat stomach to her heavy breasts, and the slenderness of her neck. Keeping a steady eye contact, I shifted to remove my shorts. She licked her lips, silent and tense, but so aroused, judging by the points of her nipples and her quick breaths.

“Come here.” I guided her to kneel again, but I didn’t bring her all the way down until she nudged my cock. I kept her up high on the seat that angled at a slope. Once her breasts were within reach, I leaned forward to sample her tits. Kissing, licking, and biting, I explored her sweet flesh, testing out how much pain and pressure she could take.

I didn’t want anyone to ever mark her skin—except me. And I did. With my lips, teeth, and tongue, I tortured her flesh and gauged her reactions. She moaned and waved on her knees when I licked around her nipple, but she tensed and sucked in a sharp breath when I sucked hard on her and pulled her areola into my mouth.

She didn’t resist the pain, and when I soothed the harder bites and sucks with my tongue, she groaned such a sexy sound that I growled in response.

“Do you still want me to show you?” I asked, staring at her lust-filled eyes as I lowered my hand over her stomach.

She nodded. “Please. Please, Romeo.”

Surrendering was a complex process, but she was already doing so well in not moving her hands. It was a minimal form of bondage, but it was a decent start out here without any other resources or supplies.

“You want to be bad for me?”

“I want to be everything for you,” she said huskily as I slipped two fingers into her pussy. I didn’t trespass slowly or gently. Her arousal slickened her. She was already so wet, so warm but tight, and I hurried to scissor my fingers and take advantage of the speed of pushing into her. Last time, it was so slow and tender. Now, I demonstrated my hunger.

She cried out, arching into my hand. While I pistoned my fingers into her cunt, I doubled down in sucking at her tits, using my teeth to tug at her nipples too. Buoyed in the water and on the fine thread between pleasure and pain, she took it all.

“Get up,” I ordered once she neared an orgasm. I felt the rising tension in her. I tracked her quick breaths that heralded her coming apart. It was too damn soon, and I kept her from coming.

“Romeo. Please!”

I smacked her ass and prompted her to stand.

It was a clumsy effort with her hands bound behind her, but I assisted her in getting up by keeping my hands on her hips. As soon as she was on her feet, I turned her and pulled her down. Holding my dick, I lined up to her pussy.

She cried out, arching her back as she remained over the water on my lap. With her hands bound behind her back, she had nothing to hold on to. Keeping her off balance was part of thethrill, and as I slanted deeper into the water, I drove up into her tight pussy with one long, hard thrust.

“Oh!” She gasped and moaned at being so full of me, and I didn’t wait to instruct her.

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