The Chase

Beck nipped at her ass. “I’m still waiting to see bows and I’m getting impatient. You don’t want that; trust me.”

She very much suspected she did, but some sense of self-preservation kicked in, so she peeled her sleeves down her arms and wriggled the bodice to her waist, baring her bra.

Seth gaped. “Fuck me. That is so…”

“Pretty?” Beck asked, seemingly still fixated by her backside and the humid flesh of her inner thighs.

“Fucking indecent it should be illegal.” Her big blond god bent to one tight peak, visible through the transparent fabric, and plucked it between his lips.

She cried out and clasped him tighter, losing herself in the feel of his tongue.

Then Seth switched to the other bud, leaving the first clinging to her damp bra to be lashed by a blast from the air conditioner. He nipped it between his teeth, then soothed the sting with a long, languorous lick.

“Check this out, man.” Seth pulled back, thumbing and pinching her hard tips. “She was going to wear this shit under her transparent dress.”

When he turned her to face Beck, Heavenly scrambled to find an explanation. The doctor stood slowly, his hot, black stare fixed on her nipples—and the two pink bows flanking them.

He raised his hand to her, picking up where Seth left off, plucking at the bows before being distracted by her rosy, swelling nipples. “You’re in so much trouble, little girl.”

Inside, that made her both quake and cheer. “I-I am?”

“Oh, yeah. Do you have any more bows to show me before we take you over our knees?”

She shook her head, unable to catch her breath or think past the arousal clouding her brain.

“Let’s get this dress off,” Seth insisted.

“Fuck yes. I want to see what else is under there.”

When they began to ease it down her hips, Heavenly remembered something important. “Wait! There’s one more.”

“Where?” Beck was laser-focused.

It made everything between her legs pulse. “Down…you know, there.”

“Your pussy, little girl?” he whispered thickly as he thumbed her breast, his stare drilling straight into hers.

“He asked you to show him,” Seth snapped. “Are you trying to disappoint him or stalling because you want more punishment?”

“No. I…I just remembered. I—”

“Show. Me. Now,” Beck growled.

Her belly clenched as she curled her fingers around the front of her short skirt and lifted it slowly to reveal the fleshy pad between her legs and the two ribbons laced like a corset over it, topped with a tiny pink bow. She couldn’t curb the urge to shield herself with her fingers. The damp heat of her pussy rose to her palm. “Here. But…”

Beck crouched again so her pussy sat right at eye level. “I don’t want to see your hand.”

“I’m not sure you’ll like this.” Her head swam. Even her whisper trembled.

That had him raising a brow. “Because?”

“It’s very”—she licked her lips—“revealing.”

“Let me see.”

Her head told her to drop her arm to her side. But mutiny was happening all over her body. She couldn’t move an inch.

“Look at this.” Seth gestured her way. “Defiance.”