Excited, Jenn jumped from her chair and raced to the door. She loved surprises and couldn’t wait to see what Riley had in store for her. Sure enough, there by the door she found a garment bag across the foyer table. Despite her desire to tear it open where she stood, she didn’t need another punishment for doing so without permission. She gathered it up and hurried back to the dining room,.
“You bought me something to wear? Can I look now?” She wiggled in anticipation.
“Of course, you can,” he replied.
Jenn unzipped the bag and hurriedly pulled the fabric apart. Piece by piece, she withdrew the outfit. Plaid skirt, white blouse, knee socks, black vinyl, high-heeled Mary Janes and matching ribbons for her hair. She laid the pieces across one of the chairs and tried not to giggle.
“You bought me a schoolgirl outfit?” She turned to face him. “Do you have a thing for the schoolgirl look?”
“Maybe.” He reached around her waist and hauled her across his lap. “It’s the perfect outfit for a good spanking, wouldn’t you say? And besides, the thought of you dressed like that made my dick so fucking hard I had to get it.”
“You are a very dirty man, and I like it.” She smacked a loud kiss on his cheek and tried to jump from his lap. She couldn’t wait to try on the outfit for him.
Hands tightened on her hips and held her in place. “Not so fast, baby girl. I haven’t finished telling you about the surprise.”
“Ooh, there’s more?” She squirmed playfully in his lap, fitting his hard bulge between her cheeks.
“There’s going to be a lot more of something if you don’t sit still like a good girl,” he reprimanded.
Jenn fastened her best pout on her face and stopped moving around. Besides, she really liked the sensation of him nestled along her backside. It gave her such dirty thoughts.
“That’s better. Now, I bought the outfit because I know how fantastic you’ll look in it, but I also wanted you to have something special to wear when we go out tonight.”
“We’re going out? And I’m going out dressed like that?” She glanced at the outfit as fear twisted her insides. What would people think of her, and what if they ran into someone from the science center?
“Calm down. I can already see your panic. I’m not taking you anywhere the outfit would be inappropriate. I would never humiliate you like that. Do you remember the flyer marking the place in my book you found?”
Awareness dawned. “You’re taking me to a fetish club?” Now, this sounded interesting. New York had a ton of underground fetish establishments, and she’d been curious but never, ever would she have gone by herself. This was perfect. She could stretch her wings and experience new things all under the watchful guidance of Riley.
“Are you kidding? I can’t wait to show you off. Every Dom in the place is going to be envious of me.”
Heat crept up her neck. “C’mon, I’m not buying that.” She snuggled her nose into the skin of his neck and licked her way up to his ear. “But I would love to go with you.” And maybe when they got back, he’d fuck her again because ever since she’d had his cock in her mouth—no, even before that—she’d been hot and ready for more. When she’d been about to give up for now, his erection pulsed against her ass.
“You are very hard to resist, young lady.”
“Why should you resist? I’ve probably already left a wet spot on these nice slacks of yours.”
Riley’s nostrils flared, and she knew she was getting to him. A look of strain flitted across his face before he schooled his features. “You are a very bad girl, sometimes, you know that?”
“Yes, I know,” she purred. She sucked the corner of his ear into her mouth and grazed her teeth over the sensitive flesh. Heady with her sexual power over him, she ground her bottom across his cock until he groaned in effect. She’d give anything to have him naked right now so she could sink down on his shaft and ride them both to completion.
A loud moan slipped from her throat. When had she lost her mind and become so wanton and needy? For certain, she could go on like this all night until one of them passed out from the exertion. The sense of control she’d felt moments before began to slip from her grasp as her sex spasmed in hunger.
“Stop.” Riley’s command slipped through the fog of her brain as he lifted her from his lap. “You need to get ready.” The harsh gravel tone of his voice came out desperate instead of angry. He sounded as if his control had slipped, as well. “Go ahead and take your new things to the bathroom and get ready. I’ll clean up here while you’re gone so we won’t be late.”
“Yes, Sir.” She grabbed the clothes and rushed out of the room. In the bathroom, she leaned against the wall and willed her breathing and the beat of her pulse in her sex to slow. She’d do exactly as he asked for now, but sometime before the night was over, she’d make sure that fine control of his snapped again.
Chapter Six
Riley stood at the kitchen sink and stared out into the dark night. What had just happened? He’d nearly flipped his shit, spread pretty little Jenn on top of the dining room table and fucked her senseless. The memory of her mouth sucking on his dick haunted him as he stood there throbbing for more.
His recent reputation had been built around his ability to control a situation, and in twenty-four hours, he’d slipped more than once. Finding her naked at the door had been the best gift anyone could have given him, and not only that, she’d studied his books and made him dinner.
Tonight would be a challenge for her, and while his gut told him she could handle it, his head still worried. He’d waited so long for this, and he didn’t want to push her to leave. He’d prefer to collar her the first chance he got, and that would only be the beginning.
He cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, grateful for the menial task that kept his thoughts at bay for a few minutes until a new idea struck him. She’d pushed his control to almost the breaking point and turn about was certainly fair play. He finished in the kitchen and hurried into the master bedroom anxious to see how the outfit looked. She had the perfect body, a little on the plump side like he preferred. Rounded breasts, cute curves he could hold on to and an ass that made his mouth water just thinking about it. He couldn’t wait to take her anally; it would blow both their minds.
The bedroom was empty, but he heard her humming in the bathroom. He quickly removed his clothes, grabbed a condom, poked his head through the door and nearly lost consciousness when all the blood drained from his head to his dick at the lush picture she presented. Bent over the vanity, she applied makeup or something, and the cheeks of her ass played peek-a-boo under the edge of the skirt as she wiggled her hips. She’d already donned the sexy knee socks that enhanced the shapely swell of her calves. Damn, everything about her turned him on.
“You look like such a naughty girl.” And he had just the thing to fix that.
“Do I?” She batted her lashes in the mirror and smiled sweetly.
“Somehow, I knew you’d make the perfect little schoolgirl.” He stroked over one leg and up under her skirt to her wet slit. Wet seemed like an understatement. “Aw…is my baby girl still horny?”
“Of course, I am. I’ve thought of little else all day long and then when you came home…” A tinge of red crept up her neck.
Her shy blush fit the schoolgirl image perfectly. She would definitely be a hit at the club tonight. “Well, we don’t want you unsatisfied, now do we?”
“No, Sir,” she breathed raggedly.
“Stay still then.” Riley flipped up her skirt and moved in behind her, the throbbing head of his dick poised at her entrance. “You have to ask nicely for it, Jenn.”
She stared into the mirror, her gaze locked with his. “Will you please fuck me, Sir?”
He slid the swollen tip inside and paused. Fuck, her cunt felt like a heated glove sucking him in. On a short dig, he fed her another couple of inches, watching her pussy lips stretch wide to accommodate him.
Jenn grabbed onto the counter and pushed back, trying to take more of him inside. His hands tightened on her ass until she gasped from the painful grip. “Don’t you dare move. In fact, if you want more of my dick then you’ll pick up that makeup brush again and finish what you were doing.”
“But—”
“No. It’s either do as I say, or we stop now.” When she didn’t respond, he began easing from the hot furnace of her sheath.
“No wait…please…” She grabbed her makeup and, with trembling arms, went back to applying.
“That’s much better, baby girl.” He thrust forward, impaling her with his full length. “Now, to keep going, you have to keep working, and be careful baby girl, because however your makeup looks when we’re done is exactly how you’ll be going out.” He flashed a wicked grin at the disbelieving look on her face.
She opened her mouth to protest, and he narrowed his gaze. Her mouth quickly closed, and he withdrew nearly all of the way then eased back in, making sure to angle his hips so he’d hit more of the ultrasensitive spots of her tight channel. It seemed important to teach her this lesson, her pleasure belonged to him and he’d take it or give it at his will, not hers. But she wouldn’t be the only one going through hell. The liquid silk of her pussy wrapped him snuggly, and with every pulse of her inner muscles, she squeezed his cock, drawing the building orgasm one step closer.
She’d paused, her brush in midair, and he squeezed her cheeks to regain her focus. Two quick swipes across her face and one deep thrust later, she dropped the tool to the counter.
Her hand slapped the mirror in front of her face. “I can’t, Riley. It’s too much.”
“You can, and you will. Now, pick up your mascara and get to work.”
He shuttled slowly in and out of her, setting a nice and easy pace. It was up to her to control her reaction and finish her task.
Satisfaction rushed through him with every rough breath she took that fogged up her mirror. She was so damn beautiful and far more submissive than he could have dreamed. He understood the fever running through her, because his own blood was on fire. His balls ached, tight and close to his skin, and the building release coiled tight in his belly.
A small moan slid from her lips, and it took every ounce of control Riley had not to pound into her mercilessly. He wanted to keep things fair and doable, not set her up to fail. She finished the makeup on one eye with only one small smudge on the corner but she had another one to go.
Before her hand got too close to her eyeball, he took the opportunity to quicken his pace and up the stakes with several hard thrusts.
“Please Riley…I…oh my God!”
He took a measure of mercy and slowed his movements to a near standstill so she could continue. “You’re almost done babe, but you need to hurry it up.” He could only take so much more.
To make his point clear, he grabbed the back of her neck and gently squeezed. Her hot and more than a little frustrated gaze, drilled into him in the mirror’s reflection for a few seconds before she raised the little wand to her eye and expertly applied the black makeup. Even brushing away a smudge with her fingertip.
Fine
. She wanted to play the ice princess? No problem. He had a cure for that.
His grip tightened at the base of her skull for leverage, and he slammed into her soaking cunt over and over, adoring the way her ass jiggled against him.
“Now, finish the lipstick, and if you ask me nice, I might let you come.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, but it lost some of its rebellious power when he pushed against her G-spot and her eyes rolled back into her head. A long, low moan keened from within her, and he knew she was perilously close to losing it.
“Jenn, look at me.”
Her eyes refocused and stared back at him.