“You sure you want more of this?” I ask, pressing down on her tongue and holding her jaw in my hand. “I’m not an easy man, and I don’t share.”
She swallows and nods, her tongue licking at my thumb. Maybe I’m a bastard, but I have almost a decade of filthy fantasies to fulfill.
“Tomorrow, when you wake up, I want you to think about me and finger yourself. Do it slow and deep until you’re dripping. Taste yourself and imagine licking your cream off my cock. I want you wet when I get my hands on you tomorrow night, but don’t touch your clit and do not come. Your orgasms are mine. Do you understand me?”
Kenna nods, breathing fast. I release her jaw and extract my thumb slowly.
“Good girl. Stand.” I ease my grip on her hair and watch her get to her feet. The blindfold has her moving hesitantly, but I’m happy to see she’s not unsteady. A spark of excitement shoots through me again. She was made for this. I can see it in the set of her shoulders and the way she moves. Submission makes her feel powerful. Sex and pleasure radiate off of her in almost palpable waves; so strong I could bask in it like sunlight.
I stand and circle her, pushing her hands to the back of the chair before gripping the back of her neck and bending her over. “Head down, ass out.” I cup her butt, squeezing hard. “You going to break when I spank this pretty ass?”
She makes a scoffing noise that turns into a squeak as I land a sharp crack on her left butt cheek. It’s more bark than bite over the dress, but I rub it anyway.
“That’s for questioning me earlier.”
I land another spank on her right cheek, just to even things out. She jumps a little but presses her sweet ass back at me for more and I can’t help smirking. “And that one was for me,” I say as I lean over her back and kiss her temple, closing my eyes and breathing her in one last time. “Nine pm tomorrow night. Don’t forget your instructions.”
I push away from her and duck out of the alcove. It fucking kills me to leave her alone, but I need her to leave without seeing me. I step back into the shadows and wait. After a couple minutes, Kenna steps out from behind the curtain. Her shoes are back in place, but her hair is a mess. It’s sexy as all fuck. No one hassles her on the way out, not that I expect they would. I just don’t feel like I can take any chances with her. I keep my distance but watch to make sure she gets to her car safely.
I press myself to the side of the building, just outside the ring of light coming from the building’s entrance. Kenna buckles herself in, takes a deep breath, and starts the engine. It’s late, but she gets out her phone and taps away at it. A second later, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I look at it and grin before texting a response.
Kenna: Hey, I hate to be a pain, but can I leave early tomorrow?
Me:Of course. Halloween stuff?
Kenna:Costumes are involved. Thank you!
Ilaugh at that. It’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth either. She pulls out of the lot, heading toward the highway. I jump in my truck and follow at a safe distance. It’s not stalking, I tell myself. I just need to make sure she gets home safe.