And for some weird reason, I liked the feeling of not getting what I wanted. I liked the feeling of doing what Gabe said. Of listening to his authority.
It wasn’t like my mother paid me any mind. And my father? He’d been gone since I was two. Aside from wanting to go to the local college instead of the one across the country my mother picked, I’d always gotten what I wanted. So had my mother.
I wasn’t going to embellish things. My mother was a whore. She was gorgeous, even for her age, and used it to her advantage. She had men – rich men – following her like a lost puppy. They always knew she was after their money, and yet, they’d commit to her. She must have been really good in bed in trade. Something. She milked them for all they had, and every time I benefited from my mother’s hard work. I was sent to the best schools and had everything I needed and wanted. Overseas vacations were the norm, and having the latest product and trendiest wardrobe were a must. For once, right now, I wasn’t getting what I wanted – to be fucked – and I felt thrilled hearing a “no” for the first time. And from a guy like Gabe? It made it hot.
After a long stretch of silence, Gabe squeezed my ass and just arched a brow. I stepped back, did what I was told. I walked over to one end of the living room and stood in the corner.
“Lift the skirt. Higher, higher and show me that ass. Good girl. Hold it up high and don’t let that skirt drop.” I sucked in a breath at his direction. I felt my cheeks heat and my juices slide down my thighs. I wanted to wipe it away since I knew he could see it, but I didn’t dare lower my arms.
I’d teased him and gotten myself into this position, but I was a virgin. I’d never done anything like this before. I might’ve talked a big game, but the truth was, I didn’t know what to do.
Should I start stripping or giving him a lap dance?
Does he want me to show more than just my ass?
Do I crawl closer to him again after he’d just told me to stand in the corner?
I was getting more nervous by the second. He probably sensed what I was feeling because he said, “I like seeing your ass, baby girl…that big round ass of yours…”
I couldn’t see his face, only the smooth white wall. My back was to him, but I noticed the tone of mischief in his voice. His voice was cool and collected, and yet, I could hear just a tinge of excitement in it. He knew what was going to happen later on, but somehow he could wait for it, could punish me instead of pleasuring us both.
“Put your hands on the wall and bend at the waist. Stick that ass out so I can see all of it. All of you.”
I did what I was told. I put my palms on the cool wall and bent forward. With one hand, I flipped up my skirt that had slid back down with my movements and gave him a view of my naked ass. Not just my ass, but I knew my pussy was on complete display. If he had any doubts about my eagerness for him, he would know now. With my head low, I could see him between my two legs, sitting on the couch, eyes on me as he stroked his dick. He’d taken it out of his pants while my back had been turned, and I couldn’t miss how well-endowed he was. It was a dark plum color, a pulsing vein along the length of the shaft. His fist gripped it tightly and slid up and down. The flared head was bulbous and I watched as clear fluid seeped from the little slit at the tip. He used his thumb to slide over that pre-cum and coat himself with it. It was the first time I’d seen a dick in real life, and my pussy muscles automatically clenched. I felt so much hotter and wetter, if those were still possible even, and I almost lost my balance with the pool of heat building up inside me. I wanted that monster in me. Stretching me. Filling me deep.
“Show me how you touch yourself, Mary…” he said to me, his hand still moving up and down his length. “What do you do when you’re all alone?”
I sucked in a long, heavy breath and placed two fingers over my clit. Still bent forward, I began to rub them in small circles as my free hand was against the wall to support myself.
“Ah, ah,” he chided. “Don’t put your fingers in your pussy. That’s just for me now. My fingers go there. My fingers give you that pleasure. Or my cock. Nothing else. Say it.”
“Your fingers. Your cock,” I breathed, getting closer to coming.
“That’s right. That’s my pussy now, isn’t it?”
“Your pussy,” I repeated. My hand needed to stay propped against the wall or else I wouldn’t be standing upright any longer.
“Hmmm…so you like to play with yourself, huh?” he said in a teasing tone. “Is that what they taught you in your Catholic school?” When I shook my head, Gabe continued with, “I think I need to punish you…I’ll make a good girl out of you yet.”