The Girlfriend (The Boss 2)

“Is this game going to get me off, Sir?” I asked, petting the fabric over my clit. My panties were already damp and sticking to me, and my finger easily found its mark, but the indirect stimulation was kind of maddening.

“One minute,” he declared, looking down at his watch. “Starting now.”

He hadn’t answered my question. So the answer was obviously not one I’d want to hear.

Even though I wasn’t touching my skin, my clit strained for attention beneath the silky fabric. A hot flush crept over my chest. I shouldn’t have been shocked by how turned on I was, considering how keyed up I’d been ever since my eyes had opened that morning, but it was a little surprising and disconcerting to find myself nearing the brink without even taking my panties off.

“Time. Take your hand away,” he ordered calmly. He flipped the coin. “What do you think, Sophie? Heads or the French side?”

“Wh-what?” My hips lifted slightly from the bench.

“You heard me. You have to guess. Did it land face up, or reversed?”

“Um... heads?” I guessed with a shrug and a squirm.

He lifted his hand and peeked at the coin, then made a disingenuous sympathetic face. “Oh, bad luck. Another minute.”

I was beginning to like this game.

“Oh, I may have forgotten to mention,” Neil said casually as my eyes fluttered closed. “You can’t come.”

I was beginning to hate this game.

“What?” I gasped. I would be past the point of stopping soon.

“If you feel as though you’re getting too close, simply stop, and we’ll resume when you’re... calmer.” He smiled benignly down at me. “Ah. I forgot to check my watch. Let’s call that ten seconds.”

My clit ached, the discomfort growing with every pulse rapidly beating between my legs. When the minute was up, he flipped the coin, and my fingernails bit into my palms as I guessed, “Um, the French side?”

He mocked me with a pout. “Sorry.”

I took a deep breath and brought my hand back to the increasingly saturated crotch of my panties. I could do this. I could touch myself and stop before I had an orgasm. That was totally easy.

I made it five seconds before I had to take my hand away.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured me. “There’s no punishment for stopping. Take all the time you need to step your arousal back slightly.”

“Only slightly?” I asked, blowing out a long breath. “Not completely?”

“What would be the fun in that?” He knelt beside me, unbuckling his belt. “There’s something I need to do, or else this is going to be a very, very short night.”

“Is it fuck me?” I whimpered.

He gripped my chin hard. “I’m not going to fuck you until you are good and ready.”

“I’m ready!” I protested, and he gave my cheek a light slap. It was a shock, one I felt all the way down to my desperate, aching clit.

“How do you address me, Sophie?” he asked. His tone was low and dangerous.

“Sorry, Sir.” My cheek tingled, and I resisted the urge to rub it. I didn’t want him to think he’d gone too far; I wanted him to go further. “I think I’m ready to go on with our game now.”

“Fifty-five more seconds,” he reminded me. He made a satisfied noise low in his throat. “I think you liked that.”

“I did, Sir.” My whole abdomen clenched as I drew a lazy circle around my hard clit. I wondered how rough I could get him to be with me on this trip. It didn’t come as a shock to either of us, I was sure, that I wanted to feel this experience on an entirely different physical level than the fleeting burst of an orgasm.

I felt the quick, involuntary flutters begin, and my toes curled. I pulled my fingers away just in time, as he announced, “That’s ten seconds. Forty-five more to go.”

He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, rock hard and huge, and my mouth fell open almost unconsciously.

“That’s a very welcoming response,” he said with a laugh. “Let’s work on making that an automatic reaction.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I think that’s enough yes and no. Tell me how you feel about it.” Taking himself in his hand, he brushed the broad tip of his erection along my jaw. I wanted to put my mouth on him, wanted to put my fingers back on myself, but I was so close to coming that either action would have spiraled me out of control.

“I... would really like it.”

“Really like what?” he asked, resting the head of his cock against my lower lip. “Look straight ahead, please, mouth open.”

I turned my face away and stared at the ceiling, my brain swimming. I was supposed to think of words right now? “I would really like to... always be ready to suck your cock.”

He stroked my hair back from my forehead with his free hand, and laid the length of his shaft over my open mouth, along the edges of my parted teeth. I couldn’t help myself; I closed my lips as best I could around the thickness of him.