I hit the highlights. I skipped to the sex scenes and the groveling section at the end in case I ever forget to take out the trash.
She tips out her chin, but her eyes dance with anticipation. “I’m not stripping for you.”
“You’ll strip for me. I want to see what I paid for. Your mine to tease. Mine to play with. Mine to fuck. And mine to destroy.”
“I won’t.” Her jaw flexes as she eases into the role-play.
“Oh, you will.” I step forward and grip her chin between my thumb and fingers. “You’ll strip bare, or I’ll lay your ass bare for all to see and swat it until you beg for mercy.”
“I’ll never beg.”
“Oh, baby, you’ll beg. You’ll beg every day for my dick. Until you’re too sore to sit down.”
She convulses and crosses her arms over her chest, tapping the toe of her shoe on the floor. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I’d dare. Now, strip.” I brace my shoulders and position myself between her and the exit so she can’t escape. I should have taken her to my office, but my view reduces the chances of someone seeing us.
People from the next building can see our silhouettes with the lights on. And that adds to the appeal of the role-play. I might not be into ménage, but I’m not opposed to others watching.
“Fine.” She purses her lips together in mock irritation. “Like this?” She unbuttons the top two buttons and slides the fabric off her shoulders but doesn’t fully remove her shirt.
“No. Not like that,” I growl and march across the floor, grabbing both sides of her top at the shoulders and tug until the remaining buttons snap and her top drops to her feet. “Like this.”
“Asshole.” She glares.
I spin her around, lift her skirt and smack her ass.
“Ouch!” she screams and jumps.
“I told you this body was mine to do with as I wish. And what I wish is to see it naked. All the time.” I yank down the zipper of her skirt, tug the material to her knees, step on the waistband, and jam it to the floor.
She stands before me in her panties and bra, facing the window. Her stunning body is reflected in the windowpane. She’s stunning but not bare enough. I jerk the cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts. “Look across the parking lot. Anyone in that building can see your fabulous tits and wish they were lucky enough to own them like I do. I want the entire world to see you and be envious.”
“Please, don’t,” she whimpers and rubs her thighs together. I smile and cup her breasts, tugging on her hard nipples. It looks like I picked the right book. Clearly, women dig asshole mafia bosses who buy their enemy’s daughters.
“You protest too much. I think you like being exposed, don’t you? You’ve spent your entire life being the good girl, but deep down, you’re a filthy slut.”
“No.” She shakes her head.
“Let’s see who’s lying.” I spin her around and slip my hand between her thighs, sliding over the crotch of her panties. “Liar. You’re so wet.”
“No. I’m not.” Her eyes blaze with desire as she sucks down a deep breath.
“Yes, baby, you can lie all you want, but we both know the truth. Spread those legs.”
“No.” She shakes her head.
“I said, ‘Spread those legs.’” I kick her feet apart and work my fingers along the soiled crotch of her panties. “Such a fucking dirty little whore, pretending to be sweet and innocent. You don’t want anyone to know that you finger fuck yourself to sleep. Or dream about sucking me off. Do you?” I rip the fabric to the side and pinch her clit.
“Oh, God,” she moans, and her eyes roll back into her head.
“That’s it, baby. I’m your God, and don’t you forget it.” I slam two fingers to the hilt and press her into the window. “Someone is probably jerking off right now to your ass.” I slam deep inside of her. “Look how good you take me. Your pussy is so wet. Listen to that fucking sucking sound. Your body is so greedy for me.” I run my tongue along her jaw until I reach her ear. “You’re such a good little slut.”
“Oh, fuck! Yesssss. Oh, my God. Fuck.” She shudders and spasms over my fingers as she comes.
But I want more. I pinch her clit and remove my fingers, lifting them until they’re inches from her pouty mouth. “Suck them.”
“No!” She shakes her head. “That’s dirty.”