Page 57 of Objection
“Ah, ah, Posey. Language,” I scolded playfully. “Keep eating. You must finish before our real fun can begin.”
She took a few more bites in peace before I continued my verbal torment.
“I bet you have a little puddle of wetness there on the chair, don’t you? Your bare pussy exposed to the cool air of the house. Exposed to anyone’s gaze, should they look beneath the table.”
Her blush grew.
“I can imagine how fun that would be. A busy dinner party, full of my friends. Dominants and submissives alike. And you, sitting there, open and exposed. I’d make sure to let everyone know that your pretty little pink pussy was bare, just beneath the table, waiting to be viewed. Waiting to be touched. Waiting to be tasted. Waiting to be toyed.”
My words had their desired effect, making her shift and squirm in her seat, quiet whimpers falling from her lips.
“Would you like that, little one? To be viewed by several people? To be touched and feasted upon? Yes, I think I would enjoy that greatly. To watch everyone’s desire for you grow. To watch them wanting to ravish you, knowing that at the end of the day you are mine, and mine alone. That I decide who touches you, who tastes you, and I am the only one at the end of the day who will own your reactions, who will own your obedience, and who will consume your very thoughts.”
My words spun a pretty picture, enticing us both. She was breathless. I wanted to pin her to the wall, to anything really, and take her. To let myself burn alive with the need to consume her.
I watched as she finished her last bite, her eyes lowered in beautiful submission. She placed her hands back in her lap, calm and gracious. Christ, that natural submission she seemed to just possess drove me mad with desire.
“How does it feel to be so exposed to me?” I watched her face for every reaction. “Eyes on me, Posey.”
Her eyes found mine, though I could tell it was hard through her shyness.
“How does it feel to know that my eyes haven't been able to leave your body since I walked in this room? How does it feel to know that all I want to do is inspect each and every inch of your incredible body; to tease each part of you into full submission to me and me alone?”
“Sir,” she groaned, her eyes closing as she covered her face with her hands.
“No! Do not cover yourself from my gaze. Ever. Do you understand, Posey?” I barked out the command, needing her to understand how integral it was for her to be open to me, to trust me with it. “I want to see it all, Posey. Every smile, every frown, every freckle, every blush. I want it all. And I will have it.”
I let the moment grow between us until she nodded.
“Good. Now, go take our dishes to the kitchen and clean up.”
I kept my eyes on her as she obeyed.
I wanted to be strong. I should have made my way to the playroom and made sure my headspace was where it needed to be. That’s what I always did. Have them prepare, give them time to get into headspace and give myself the same time. But Posey was different. This was different. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I’m not sure I lasted three whole minutes before I marched my way into the kitchen behind her.
“I think it’s time for that inspection now.”
I didn’t give her a single second to react before I pulled the dishes from her hands, picking her up into my arms and depositing her there on the counter. I pushed the other dishes into the sink, giving me the room I required.
I moved her feet to the edge of the counter, making her prop herself up.
“Keep your legs here. Do not move.” There was no room for argument with my words.
I crouched down, opening her slick folds to my view.
“Sir!” she cried out at my touch. Christ, she was soaking wet. I didn’t touch her clit. Instead, I held her lips open wide, watching as her clit throbbed under my gaze. Watching as her pussy grew wetter.
“So pretty and pink,” I spoke to myself. I moved my fingertips along her opening, ignoring her little throbbing button. I brought my fingers to my lips, needing to taste her. It took everything I had within me to not delve into her wet heat and completely gorge myself on her taste. She tasted like honeyed musk and heaven.
“Look how you throb for me, baby. Look how you drip for me.”
I picked her up, ignoring her gasp of surprise and planted her feet on the floor again. I spun her around, bending her over the counter and kicking her feet wide apart. I pushed her down further until her cheek was firmly against the counter and she was unable to move.
Yes. This was heaven.
“Stay!”
