Page 39 of Objection
I stood, moving back behind her and letting my hands move along the curves of her waist, down to her hips, and then to her thighs.
“Such creamy, lovely curves,” I praised. My fingertips teased around the edge of her panties, tracing the line of them down between her thighs and back up again.
“Color, little one?” I urged.
“Green,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Tell me what you want,” I commanded, my fingertips slipping just under that lace edge.
“I want more,” she begged. Christ, that was hot as hell.
“More what?” I pushed, my fingers moving back and away from her panties. She keened, pushing her ass back against me. The softness of her body collided with my hard cock. It took all the self-control I possessed to not dive into her heat right then and there.
“Of that, please!” she whined. I teased her a moment longer, letting my fingers play over her heated core, but not touching where she desired me most. “Please!!”
My fingers slipped under the lace fabric, following her seam until I reached her heat. She was dripping wet.
“Holy hell, Posey,” I growled. “You’re absolutely drenched for me, aren’t you?” My fingers dipped into her folds, carrying her wetness up to her swollen clit and circling it slowly. She tried to widen her legs, but the positioning of the spanking bench kept her in place, spread for me, and prone for whatever I wanted to do. Good lord, the things I wanted to do to her.
“Oh, God!” she cried out as my fingers slipped into her wet, tight heat.
“That’s it, baby,” I coaxed, my fingers playing her like an instrument. She arched her back, and squeezed around my fingers tightly. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
She nodded her head, her legs tensing in time with my motions. My fingers found her g-spot, pushing her faster, farther.
“Sir! Oh, god, yes please!” she groaned, getting closer and closer to that edge. I listened as her cries got higher in pitch, louder in volume.
Closer.
And closer.
Until I stopped, pulling my fingers from her and running my hands over her trembling body.
“What the fuck!?” she called out, trying to sit up and turn to me. I pushed a hand at her back, pushing her back down.
“Language, little one,” I teased, unable to keep the grin off my face.
“Why would youdothat?!” she almost squawked petulantly.
“Because you do not have permission to cum,” I reminded.
“But… but…” she sputtered. I slipped my fingers back into her heat, and she immediately melted and tightened around me. “Yes! Please, let me cum.”
“No.”
“Please!” she whined as I pushed her body closer to that climax again.
“Not yet.” She was so close even I could taste it. Her body was incredible. Perfect. I needed to taste her. I needed… I needed her.
“Sir! I can’t hold back!” she sobbed.
“You can, and you will!” I shouted back. She had no idea how stunning her obedience was.
“You’re almost there. Just a few more seconds, little one. Stay with me.” I sped up my motions on her clit, pressing against her g-spot with my fingers. My other hand slid up her spine, following the line of her arch until I could fist my hand in her hair. It was pulled back in a loose braid that had spilled out as she thrashed back and forth with need. My fingers tightened in her wavy curls, holding firm and pulling her head backwards.
I could feel her pussy twitching around my fingers, right on that edge.
“Beg,” I growled. She didn’t waste even a breath before answering.
