Page 11 of Gideon
I watched as she considered her options for a moment, her eyes flickering back and forth as she made her decision. Finally, she nodded her consent. Perfection. Fucking perfection.
I released her hands, and then let my hands wander down her body, over her thin curves until I reached the hem of her dress, pulling it up by the handful until I hitched it over her hips. My hand found the apex where her thighs met, cupping her mound and feeling the heat emanating from it. My fingers slid under the gusset of her panties, finding her wet and ready for my touch.
I watched her face, watching her eyelids flutter as her eyes rolled back in her head, my fingers deftly finding the small nubbin of her clit.
“Right there. That’s the spot, isn’t it, my little wild thing?” I coaxed her. She nodded, her eyes shut tight as I worked the bud beneath the pad of my finger in small, quick circles. She rose to her tiptoes, her hips rocking in her own wild rhythm as I assaulted her body with pleasure. I watched as her back arched and her head twisted back and forth as I brought her right to the brink, her legs trembling as her orgasm approached. And then she moved her fucking hands.
They slid down the wall, and I pulled my hand away abruptly.
“What the hell?!” she cried out, her eyes popping open wide in frustration as that heated anger rose within her once again. “Why did you stop?” she demanded.
“I told you. If you kept your hands up, you’d get a reward. And if you moved them…” I trailed off, letting her finish the statement in her own mind. I watched with amusement as understanding dawned on her face.
“I’d get punished,” she barely breathed.
“Fucking right,” I growled. I spun her around quickly, pushing her against the wall a little more forcefully than I needed to, but still enjoying the whoosh of breath leave her lungs. I tugged at her hips, pulling them out from the wall as my hand came down with a sharp smack as I spanked that luscious ass once, twice, three times in a row.
“Oh God, yes,” she groaned, and fuck me — my cock hardened even further. How? I had no idea. The fact that my spanking turned her on had me harder than I had ever been in my entire life. That was saying something after all the fun shit I had gotten myself into at Abditory over the last few years.
I caught her hands in mine, holding her wrists against the small of her back and pushing her up against the wall.
“You are such a dirty girl,” I growled against her ear, biting the lobe as she groaned in response. She was a needy little thing, whether or not she wanted to admit to it. “Are you going to be good for me now?” I all but spat at her. As I spoke, I ran my hand down over the curve of her ass, and lower, finding that dripping cunt again.
“I don’t know. Are you going to make me?” she tossed right back with a small moan of pleasure. I may not have been able to see her face, but I could feel her glare. I knew her incredible green eyes were glaring at me. Yet as my fingers felt along her slit, she was soaking wet. She wanted this as much as I did.
“Last chance, my little spitfire. Do you want this?” I teased her, my finger finding the bud of her clit and tickling it slowly, teasingly.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, fucking exquisitely.
“That’s not an answer of consent, darling,” I teased her with a sinister chuckle.
“Screw you,” she spat. My hand came down over her pert ass, hard and quick three times in rapid succession.
“Once again, not an answer of consent one way or another. So should I take that as a no?” I questioned, tickling her little clit again, and then pulling my fingers away. I laughed as her ass arched back into me, seeking more contact from my fingers. “Poor needy little thing. You will not get a single touch more, unless you consent.”
I watched as she struggled, both against where I held her wrists, and with her decision.
“What’s it going to be, darling?” I teased, only touching her where her wrists rested against her back, the dress still pulled up over her hips. That gorgeous ass was sinful, begging to be beaten into a beautiful red hue that matched her stunning hair.
“Yes,” she barely whispered through gritted teeth.
“What was that?” I asked again, though I had heard her just fine. “I couldn’t hear you.” It was far too fun to goad her like this.
“I said yes, dammit,” she seethed. God, she was pure fire, and I was ready to burn.
“That’s what I thought,” I chuckled. My fingers found her slit again, sliding my fingers into her tight sheath and stretching her. I wanted her to be better prepared than she was at the consummation. As soon as that thought entered my mind, I pushed it away vehemently. I didn’t want to think about that ever again. There was only here. Only now. Only us and this heat that threatened to burn us both alive. What a fucking way to go.
I lined the head of my cock up with her entrance, her hips jutting backwards to angle me perfectly, like she was fucking born knowing how to fuck. I slid in slowly, so damn slowly.
“Christ, you feel like hot velvet,” I groaned.
“Are you going to talk through this whole thing?” she sassed. My hand released my cock, sliding further into her heat as I found her wild mass of red hair, tangling the strands in my fingers as I pulled her head back hard.
“That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble, darling,” I whispered darkly in her ear.
“Do your worst,” she hissed, and I drove myself home, fully to the hilt as she wrapped around me like a tight glove. I moaned, sliding in and out of her wetness. Her mouth may have been spewing that vitriol I was coming to expect from her, but her hips met each of my thrusts with just as much want and desire as my own.
“Fucking noted,” I growled, thrusting into her over and over as she arched back into me. I could tell she was trying to hold back from making noise at first, but as I thrust into her, changing the angle just slightly, she released the sweetest cry of pleasure. It echoed off the wall, where her face pressed against the smooth surface.
