“Beautiful.” I step closer, the tip of my shoe at her entrance. I debate on teasing her, ruining my Italian leather shoe with her arousal just to watch her come apart at my first touch. “Have you touched yourself, little bird?”

“No. I kept my promise.”

I knew she would. Her commitment satisfies me, and I gift her with a pleasing smile. “Good girl.” Filthy ideas flood my mind. But I should spare her my evil side and take my time with her. If I had her in a private room, even my own personal playroom, I’d tie her up and spread her wide for me. I’d start gentle and tease her until every single nerve-ending is frayed, and she’s begging for release. The sadist in me wants to make her cry until her tears turn into moans. I shut that urge down. I need to stay in control. She’s not like the women I usually desire. She won’t be able to withstand my torture or truly fulfill my needs. Yet.

But she is exactly what I crave.

I’ve fantasized about this moment many times over. Having her in front of me, offering herself to me. I know I’m a sick man, but I’ve already made my deal with the devil and paid for my first-class ticket to hell.

I walk around her, stopping at her backside. As her head follows my movement, she catches her mistake and quickly looks forward.

“Take your top off,” I order.

Reaching back, she unties the strap of her suit top and the scraps of material fall at her side.

“Stand up and face me.”

When she turns, her eyes find mine. If she were anyone else, she would earn thirteen lashes for making eye contact with me. But I can’t help but enjoy the way she looks up at me, eager and waiting for her next instruction.

“Take off your bottoms,” I demand, keeping eye contact.

She hesitates for a moment, then pushes them down with the tips of her fingers and steps out.

My eyes finally take her in. Her small, pink nipples. Her taut belly, leading to her shaved pussy. With calm and deliberate steps, I circle around her, basking in the view of her tight, firm ass. I gently press a finger to the top of her neck and trail it down her back, all the way down between her ass cheeks, and stop when my finger grazes her tight, little asshole.

“Have you ever been touched here, little bird?” I ask, enjoying the way she trembles. Her voice shakes as she responds.

“No.”

Another question I already knew the answer to. I’ve made it my hobby to keep tabs on little Hazel Winters. Her likes and dislikes. The little boys she runs around with. The promiscuous little acts she does for attention. A memory resurfaces of when I found out her fuck-hole yoga instructor took her virginity. I rear my hand back and smack her on her ass, angered at the thought. Her sharp intake of breath is intoxicating. Even more so is the exhale that follows. “Your responses turn me on.” I smack her again.

“From now on, every single part of you belongs to me. If I want to take your virgin asshole right now, in your daddy’s house, I can.”

My cock hardens at the way her body responds to my touch. “I know,” she replies. “Like I said. Do your worst.”

God, she has no idea what she’s offering me. I’m actually shocked at how quickly she’s succeeded in working me up. Frustration settles in my gut, and I smack her fast and hard three times for having this much of an effect on me.

“You shouldn’t be so willing, little bird. Someone may take you up on your offer.” With my middle finger, I swipe between her ass cheeks and down to her cunt, soaking my finger. The simple touch has her knees giving out.

“Don’t move, or I stop. Understand? If you can’t handle me now, you’re no match for what I have in store for you.”

Her head nods up and down. I pull back and shamelessly lick my finger. “Delicious.” I murmur, not even denying the growl that rumbles up my throat.

I have to talk myself into slowing down with her. Teasing her until she buckles. If I were a smarter man, I would turn around and leave. As much as I want her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, this is wrong. But the thought of walking away from this gift only frustrates me more.

I kick her legs out, forcing her to spread wider for me. “Would you be able to stand and not move if I put my mouth on your cunt? Sucked you clean until you were on the brink of exploding?” The reflections from the pool lights illuminate the goosebumps lining her smooth skin. My hand twitches to spank her again for taking too long to answer me. Her welted ass cheek holding the mark of my palm is intoxicating. She baits me with every second that passes. She finally responds, and like a good little girl, she gives me the answer I want.

Tags: J.D. Hollyfield Dirty Little Lies Duet Billionaire Romance
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