Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(8)

Yeah, I wasn’t done with her yet. I’d only just begun.





Chapter Four


Mary


“Not yet, little girl. You don’t get to come yet. You’ve been taunting me these past few days…” Gabe began, as he lifted me off his lap to stand, then turned me so our eyes met. “Such a bad girl.”

I towered over him, yet I kept my gaze turned down and I felt so small before him. His knees were spread, and I could see his erection trying to burst out of his pants. He rubbed his hand up and down his groin, stroking his manhood, but his azure eyes never left mine.

With every passing second, I could feel the aching need in my pussy. After he’d been rubbing my clit and fingering me impatiently, all I wanted was his full dick inside me, thrusting in and out until I screamed his name. I’d almost come and that had just been from his fingers. I touched myself to get off, but it had never been like this. I shouldn’t have told him I was on the verge of finishing. Damn it. Because then he wouldn’t have pulled his fingers out and stopped assaulting my clit, and now, I’d have to wait, and I was an impatient girl.

“Stand in the corner and show me that ass of yours,” he said, reaching around to rub the cheeks of my bum. My skirt had fallen back over it, but it seemed almost illicit to have him cup me from beneath.

“B-But…” I began, confusion and disappointment tingeing my voice. “I-I t-thought…” I thought we were going to have sex! Wasn’t that the obvious next step after fingering?

He slapped me on the ass with his big palm. He fucking spanked it. And it felt so goddamn good. The sharp sting, the way it morphed into heat.

“I’m going to teach you the value of patience, my little tease,” he said, his hand still stroking my behind. I was hotter and wetter with every stroke and touch. That feeling in my pussy was building up again, and it was just getting to be too much to handle…but in a very good way. I squirmed before him. I liked–loved–what was happening. It was so much different from masturbating and pleasuring myself. Yes, I got wet and hot each time, but the excitement and thrill of being controlled weren’t there. And Gabe was really controlling me. The corner?

I wanted him to fuck me already, but he wouldn’t. I wanted him to eat me out, he’d be really good at it, his tongue and mouth on my pussy. I wanted to strip him of his clothes and see his naked body, to see what his dick looked like, to see how big it was. Judging from the strain in his pants, it was huge and it was going to rip me in two. I wanted sex. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. I wanted to finish and come. I wanted all of that but I fucking had to wait. He didn’t want this to be about taking my V-card. No, he was making this about so much more or we would have been done by now.

And for some weird reason, I liked the feeling of not getting what I wanted. I liked the feeling of doing what Gabe said. Of listening to his authority.

It wasn’t like my mother paid me any mind. And my father? He’d been gone since I was two. Aside from wanting to go to the local college instead of the one across the country my mother picked, I’d always gotten what I wanted. So had my mother.

I wasn’t going to embellish things. My mother was a whore. She was gorgeous, even for her age, and used it to her advantage. She had men – rich men – following her like a lost puppy. They always knew she was after their money, and yet, they’d commit to her. She must have been really good in bed in trade. Something. She milked them for all they had, and every time I benefited from my mother’s hard work. I was sent to the best schools and had everything I needed and wanted. Overseas vacations were the norm, and having the latest product and trendiest wardrobe were a must. For once, right now, I wasn’t getting what I wanted – to be fucked – and I felt thrilled hearing a “no” for the first time. And from a guy like Gabe? It made it hot.

After a long stretch of silence, Gabe squeezed my ass and just arched a brow. I stepped back, did what I was told. I walked over to one end of the living room and stood in the corner.

“Lift the skirt. Higher, higher and show me that ass. Good girl. Hold it up high and don’t let that skirt drop.” I sucked in a breath at his direction. I felt my cheeks heat and my juices slide down my thighs. I wanted to wipe it away since I knew he could see it, but I didn’t dare lower my arms.

I’d teased him and gotten myself into this position, but I was a virgin. I’d never done anything like this before. I might’ve talked a big game, but the truth was, I didn’t know what to do.

Should I start stripping or giving him a lap dance?

Does he want me to show more than just my ass?

Do I crawl closer to him again after he’d just told me to stand in the corner?

I was getting more nervous by the second. He probably sensed what I was feeling because he said, “I like seeing your ass, baby girl…that big round ass of yours…”

I couldn’t see his face, only the smooth white wall. My back was to him, but I noticed the tone of mischief in his voice. His voice was cool and collected, and yet, I could hear just a tinge of excitement in it. He knew what was going to happen later on, but somehow he could wait for it, could punish me instead of pleasuring us both.

“Put your hands on the wall and bend at the waist. Stick that ass out so I can see all of it. All of you.”

I did what I was told. I put my palms on the cool wall and bent forward. With one hand, I flipped up my skirt that had slid back down with my movements and gave him a view of my naked ass. Not just my ass, but I knew my pussy was on complete display. If he had any doubts about my eagerness for him, he would know now. With my head low, I could see him between my two legs, sitting on the couch, eyes on me as he stroked his dick. He’d taken it out of his pants while my back had been turned, and I couldn’t miss how well-endowed he was. It was a dark plum color, a pulsing vein along the length of the shaft. His fist gripped it tightly and slid up and down. The flared head was bulbous and I watched as clear fluid seeped from the little slit at the tip. He used his thumb to slide over that pre-cum and coat himself with it. It was the first time I’d seen a dick in real life, and my pussy muscles automatically clenched. I felt so much hotter and wetter, if those were still possible even, and I almost lost my balance with the pool of heat building up inside me. I wanted that monster in me. Stretching me. Filling me deep.