Page 77 of Sweet Surrender
“Yes, you will,” I growled, my temper beginning to fray at how shecontinued to be defiant.
“And if I don’t?” she said, her voice catching as I grabbed her armagain and held it firmly so she couldn’t move.
I let a malicious smile grace my lips. “Try it. See what happens.”
She didn’t reply straight away, instead, she held my eye, hers filledwith defiance.
“Fine. Please, Nash, can I touchmypussy,” she said, relenting whenher need to climax became too much.
I moved off her, standing back up to look down at her. She was avision of absolute perfection, her legs spread, her glistening cunt peeking through the crotchless panties, her nipples erect through the flimsy material of the bra, and her face flush.
My cock ached with how desperately I wanted to fuck her, but she was stillplaying a game. My sweet Savannah thought she could tempt me into fucking her without asking me for it.
Perhaps she needed to see just how resilient I was.
“You may touch yourself, sweetheart,”I said, crossing the room tograb the dressing table chair, and bringing it over to the foot of the bed so I had a front-row view of her pleasuring herself.
She wiggled up the bed a little so her head was propped on a pillow,and holding my eye, she started moving her hand in between her legs. I sat back in the chair, admiring the sight before me, and doing my damned best to ignore the way my cock was throbbing painfully.
It was pure torture, and every part of me wanted to climb on the bedand fuck her into next week, but I was determined not to give in to her.
Two of her fingers ran up and down her pussy, massaging her clit.She bit her lip, preventing a groan from escaping, and as she increased her speed, her hips started gyrating in time with her hand.
I watched every movement intently, committing this image to memoryfor the next time I took a shower and needed to fuck my hand, which was probably going to be in less than a few minutes.
When she pressed her middle finger into her tight hole and pulled itout, the digit glistened from her juices, and it took everything in me to not grab her hand and suck her finger.
But I wasn’t giving in to her. Not until she gave in to me.
A gasp left her when she plunged two fingers into herself severaltimes before going back to rubbing her clit, and as her whole body tightened for her orgasm to hit, I sat forward.
“Stop touching yourself, Savannah,” I growled.
Her whole body froze, although I wasn’t sure if it was fromcompliance or shock that I’d deprived her of her impending orgasm. I stared expectantly at her, and I could tell it was taking all of her willpower to obey me.
But she did.
Slowly, she removed her hand, resting it on her belly.
I made her wait an entire minute, wanting to see if she would defyme, but to my surprise, she waited quietly for her next command.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart, let me see you play with your cuntagain,” I ordered.
Her jaw clenched, but she trailed her hand back down to her pussy,and she started toying with herself again.
I basked in her obedience, enjoying the rush of power I felt atwatching her do as I commanded.
It was a feeling I would never tire of.
As she dipped her fingers inside herself again, I stood up to towerover her. “Stop,” I ordered, crossing my arms over my chest.
This time, she took her hand away without the slightest bit ofhesitation, her body heaving from where she was breathless.
I couldn’t stop the grin taking over my face. “You obey so beautifully,sweetheart,” I said, the words almost getting stuck from how in awe I was, especially when a shy smile pulled at her lips.
She liked pleasing me.
“Make yourself come.” At my command, she lowered her hand againand rubbed faster at her clit. Seconds later, her legs tensed, and she let out a cry, her body bowing off the bed as her climax crashed into her.
