“There’s no right or wrong here, little nurse. Only need.” I rub my thumb across her lips. “Want.” Leaning in, I nip at her bottom lip. “And your surrender.” I trail my fingers down her throat, placing my thumb against the pulse jumping erratically in her neck. “You hide from others, but I see you. I’ve always seen you, Nadia. So eager to please, you put yourself last. You’ve always deserved so much better, baby.”
Black overtakes her eyes as the hazel iris becomes a thin strip.
“I can give you everything you need, pretty girl.” I press my thumb into her throbbing pulse point as I wrap my fingers around the rest of her neck. “All I ask is that you obey me.”
“I’m not a slave.” She slurs her words.
“No, you’re someone who needs guidance. Let me show you how to let go. I’ll shoulder the burden for you.” I tighten my hold and slip my hand under her sweater, skimming my way up her quivering belly to test the weight of her left breast. “Do you want to do that, sweet girl? Allow me the privilege of instructing you in the discovery of what your body wants and needs?” I pinch her stiff nipple, and she gasps.
“Cutter.”
“Mmm. Love the sound of my name on those beautiful lips.” I trace her plump pout with the tip of my tongue, and her body relaxes. “You need a firm hand.” I move her back to press against the wall and slip my hand inside the waist of her jeans. “And I’m happy to provide that.” I cup her fiery core over her wet panties. “Spread your legs.”
She complies, and I groan.
“You’re so wet I can feel you through your panties.”
She shivers.
“Do you like it when I tell you what to do, Nadia?”
“No.” I tighten my hold and press the flat of my palm into her pussy.
She moans.
“Liar.” I remove my hand, and she pants. “You keep this up, and I’m going to have to stop.” I pop the top button of her pants. “Is that what you want?”
“No.” Her voice is a soft whisper.
“Then stop lying to yourself and me.” I yank her jeans open, and she arches. Releasing her, I step back. “Take your pants and panties off.”
Quivering, she begs me with her eyes to take control.
Sorry, little nurse, I have to break you first.
Biting her lip, she pushes the jeans down and rolls the slip of pink lace after them. She meets my gaze, stepping out of the pool of clothing at her feet. Curiosity and desire spark in the depths of her blown-out gaze.
I part her moist lips and caress the swollen clit, begging to be touched.
“Oh.” She leans her head back.
“I reward good behavior, Nightingale.” Gathering her wetness, I swirl my finger around her clit.
Her hips jut forward, and I chuckle.
“Not yet.” I ease the tip of my finger into her core, swearing when her wet heat surrounds me, and she flexes her muscle. “Look at the sodden pussy, trying to pull me in. You want more?”
“Yes.” She growls.
“Then take it.”
“W–what?” she peers up at me.
“Fuck yourself on my finger.” I circle slowly, and she fidgets.
“Cutter?”
“Show me how sexy you look when you take me inside you.” I urge her.