She stepped out of the bathroom in a designer lace-trimmed sheer mesh babydoll gown. Thank goodness she chose the one he wanted her in most. He also bought her a sexy corset-style bodice but he purchased it with one goal in mind, to make her look and feel like a seductress. Right now, he wanted her sweet, pure and innocent just like she professed she was.
He should’ve spanked himself. Here he was thinking about stripping her of her virginity, and he wanted her to look as delicate as a pretty rose he couldn’t wait to deflower. The babydoll style hung off of her slender body, and while it allowed for a silhouette, he strained to see the outline of the G-string.
He stretched out on the futon with blankets and pillows he’d pulled from the bunkroom. While she changed into the ideas of pleasure, he’d laid there with his cock in hand stroking, easing his fingers around his shaft and dreaming of her.
“Turn around.” His voice was raspy and the hunger he needed to quench was far less than his sudden thirst. He ached to lick her, his need to drown in her slick heat overwhelmed him with an obsessive desire.
She turned around. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” I love you. He should’ve just said it and got it out of the way but right now seemed like the wrong time.
“Do you really?” she giggled.
“I really do. What do you think?”
“I’ve never felt sexier in my life.”
“Good. If I thought you had, I might have to-”
“Spank me?”
“Yeah, paddle that sweet ass.”
“Will you?”
“Will I spank you?”
“Uh-huh.” She nibbled on her finger. “I’ve been a very bad girl. You tell me all the time.”
“Good God, Peyton.” He pulled the sheet back and showed off his cock. He wrapped his hand around it and gently tugged it through his tight grip.
Her gaze didn’t follow his strokes, at least not at first. “Look at me, Peyton. Watch me.”
“I’m-”
“You’re going to watch me. Not my eyes, my hand.”
Nervously, she started to sit down.
“No, don’t sit. Stand right there and watch.” His mouth watered as he caressed his dick. “You know what I want you to do?”
She nodded.
“Have you ever given any other man a blowjob?” Now would be a good time for her to say no, especially after the one she gave him in the car.
She shook her head.
“Good girl.”
“But I know how. Didn’t hear you complain earlier.”
His hand stopped moving. “With a blow like that, you won’t hear one. Tell me something Peyton, if you haven’t given a man head, how did you learn?”
Her face blushed. “Movies.”
“Remind me later. I’m going to spank you a few times for watching a movie where a woman gives a man head.” He licked his lips. “Did you finger yourself when you watched the movies?”
“Sometimes.”
He tugged harder. “Did your pussy clench tight around your fingers? Did you play with your clit, Peyton?”
“Uh-huh, and I…”
“You what, Peyton?” He moaned as he closed his eyes and tried to imagine her with her finger in her cunt watching dirty movies.
“I came.”
“Good girl, I knew you did.”
Her eyes dropped down to his cock. “Does it feel good?”
“What?”
She laughed. “Right now. What you’re doing. Do you like touching yourself?”
“Come here. I want you to find out for yourself.” He took her hand in his and with her free palm, she reached for his thick length. “Did I tell you to touch me?”
She snapped her wrist back away from him. “No, but…”
“Peyton, lie down, sweetheart.”
She did.
He licked her kneecap and kissed her inner thigh. She tried to touch him again, her fingers straining against the distance he put between them.
“Don’t, Peyton. Not yet.”
She watched him as he ran his tongue up her leg, up and down her inner thigh and then stopped at her pussy. He took a deep breath and inhaled her. “Oh baby, you smell like cotton candy. Have you been playing in my toy bag?”
“Yes, I just…”
“Peyton, I didn’t tell you that you could play in my bag of tricks, did I?”
“Uh-huh?” He heard the uneasiness in her voice.
He tugged her panties over her hips and kissed her clit. She jerked as soon as his mouth covered her pussy but he didn’t stay long, just long enough to kiss the tender little bud and withdraw.
“Give me your hand.”
She did.
“Now, touch yourself here.” He showed her where he wanted her hand. “I want you to move your fingertip over your clit. Feel that?” He showed her how he wanted her to do it.
She swallowed stiffly. “Can’t you do it?”
“No, I can’t. You have to do it.” He moved with her for a few minutes and then moved his hand.
“Kane…”
“Don’t talk, Peyton, just feel.”
He grinned as he watched her, the blush of her skin turned a nice shade of pink. It showcased her embarrassment but not so much that she changed her mind. She didn’t stop when he moved his hand. Her finger continued to press against her clit.
“That’s good, sweetheart. Now, take your other hand and put two fingers in your pussy.”
“No.”
“No?”
She shook her head.
“What are you afraid of?”
“I…”
“You don’t want me to watch?”
Her hand moved rapidly across her mound, her hips rose once, just once but holy hell, it was a beautiful rise and fall as her legs spread open and the sparkling of her sweet juices spilled over the folds. “Really perfect, a little more pressure now and put your fingers into your pussy this time.”
“Will you do it?”
“Yes, but I want you to show me how you like it first. Now, do it. Don’t make me ask again.”
He tried to gain control. Damn it, this was why his brothers didn’t want him to take her. They feared he’d behave like this. They were afraid he’d dominate her, pull her into the lifestyle he craved, the one he’d lived in or on the realm of for nearly five years.
She stopped moving her fingers, and her hands fell to her sides and she dared him with her eyes. “I’m not doing it.”
