He raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck?”
“If I say ‘giraffe,’ then it really means I’ve had enough. There’s no question.”
“Sound logic,” he said, smiling. “Ready for these?”
I nodded. My nipples were already hard in anticipation but as he lifted my breast and rolled one, preparing to secure the pin, I nearly came on the spot. The clothespin pinched, and I let out a quiet moan.
“Too much?”
“No,” I rasped.
“Do you want the other one?”
“Yes.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Yes, sir,” he corrected.
“Yes, sir.”
He secured the other one and I felt my pussy quiver with need.
“Don’t come,” he growled.
I swallowed convulsively as I nodded again.
“Good girl.” He slid his hand between my legs and palmed my mound. “I want you on your bed, on your back. Knees raised and spread for me, your arms above your head.”
I climbed onto the mattress, every movement tugging on my nipples as I desperately tried not to come. I raised my arms above my head, accidentally brushing one against my breast, and I couldn’t stop a moan as the sensation went straight to my clit.
Scooby grinned. “You like that.”
I licked my lips and nodded. “A lot.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, sir. I like it very much.”
He slid his thumb into his mouth, sucking quickly before settling it on my clit. “Do you like this?”
“Yes, sir, I like that very much also.”
Kneeling between my legs, he gripped my thighs and leaned down, running his tongue between my folds before sucking on my clit. I couldn’t stop myself from slipping my hands into his hair which earned me a growl as Scooby raised his head and frowned. “Did I tell you to move?”
I moved my hands back and Scooby focused on my pussy again. This time, I slid a leg over his shoulder, arching into him and he sighed, kissing the inside of my thigh before stepping away from me. “This isn’t working.”
“What?” I squeaked. “I mean, what, sir?”
He chuckled. “On all fours, Rowan.”
“Ooh, that was in chapter three,” I breathed out excitedly, flipping onto my stomach.
“Jesus, you’re fun,” he said, and I heard the zipper on his jeans slide down. “Spread, baby.”
I grinned, spreading my knees a little more.
“Cheek to the mattress, Rowan, hands stretched in front of you,” Scooby ordered.
The coolness of my comforter eased the heat in my cheeks as I did as he ordered. At the same time, the clothespins tugged deliciously at my nipples, pain quickly turning to pleasure, and my bottom instinctively raised a little higher.