“Quit being a brat and open your eyes. Now.” There was an edge to his voice, and I knew not to test him.
Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and held the hem of the dress to my chest, shivering at the coolness of the air condition on my bare skin. I pressed my legs together.
“Good girl,” he praised me, squeezing my thigh softly, and it made my clit throb. I wanted him to praise me more.
“Now tell me which color are your panties, Petal.” His tone was serious, but it seemed like he was talking to a child.
“It’s pink.”
“Show it to me.”
“What?”
My eyes drifted to his sharp jaw, to his eyes as he mannered the car smoothly on the road while I was still holding the hem of the skirt. Exposing myself.
Aiden flickered his eyes on me, on my thighs and looked at me. “Remove your underwear and hand it to me.”
I looked out of the window at the road and asked in a small voice, “R-right now?”
“Do you want more punishment, Petal?”
Yes, Doctor Aiden. Ignoring that filthy thought, I lifted my hips and wiggled them to slide down my thong. My hands were shaking when the fabric lowered to my sandal heels and I handed it to him in his palm.
I felt lighter, on the edge, and he hadn’t even touched me.
My lips parted when he felt the wetness with his fingers and pocketed it in his pants. “You are such a wet, needy girl,” he said and pressed his fingers on my bottom lip. I greedily sucked on his fingers, licking my cum from them and humming at the taste. He rasped, “Good fucking girl.”
I whimpered when he pulled away his hand, but that whimper turned into a soft moan when the same fingers pressed over my clit, slowly rolling the sensitive bud and toying with it.
“Shh, stay still. I don’t want you to come so soon.” He whispered as I rocked my hips over his hand, rubbing myself over the pads of his fingers, getting them slicked, but he never slid them inside me like I wanted him to or get me to the edge.
“Please, Aiden,” I was whining and begging, humping his hand when he kept the slow pace of rolling my throbbing clit with his fingers.
He groaned, looking between my legs. “Fuck, Ivy, you are so fucking wet, I can hear you. Smell how wet your cunt is.” He moved his fingers lower, and I moaned when he slid one finger inside me. I clenched him tightly. “Don’t you fucking cum, Petal.”
“Please…”
My voice trailed off when he fucked me with his finger, his thumb on my clit. Lewd sounds of my wetness surrounded us with my soft moans. The scent of my musky feminine arousal hovered in the air and seeing his forearm flex with veins as moved his finger inside me made me want to—
“Don’t cum. If you do, I’ll make you lick your own mess.” His voice was angry and hot and I would have orgasmed if he hadn’t withdrawn his fingers from me to make me lick them clean.
I was so distracted that I didn’t even notice when we had reached his house.
Aiden tucked my skirt down as he parked the car in the garage and removed my seatbelt. “You okay?”
I shook my head, angry at him. “I was so close.”
“That’s your punishment, Petal.” He kissed my forehead, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “You don’t always get what you want. Especially when you lie.”
“That was just—”
I groaned when he got out of the car and followed him.
“I’ll keep your panties for today and keep your pussy bare for me, will you? I want to keep you on edge until I get to fuck you.” He smiled at me as if he hadn’t just said those filthy words, kissing me and showing me his empty new house.
* * *
Aiden had shownme the pool in his backyard and looking into his fridge to see if we could cook something for dinner. Despite being slightly mad at him for not making me cum and teasing me during the entire tour by giving me vivid explicit details on exactly how he was thinking of christening his house with me, I wanted to talk about him the day before.