Suddenly His

“Maisy,” he grits out. “Fuck.”

And he stops.

Body ready to snap, he stops, swiping a sleeve across his lip.

“No, no, Jack. Don’t stop,” I whine, my voice muffled by the sales lady’s palm. “Please!”

My pleas go ignored, but as his sex leaves mine, his eyes hold a promise. Soon. “Let’s see if they worked,” he rasps, voice unsteady. The woman uncovers my mouth and steps back slightly, folding her hands at her waist. Jack reaches down and slides his grip beneath my knees. Lifting. Lifting until I’m being held in front of the mirror with my legs spread open, my knees up near my shoulders. On display. Revealing the ripped material over my drenched sex.

“We’ll take them, anyway, in every color,” Jack murmurs, his chest heaving up and down behind me. “Along with everything on the rack.”

Carefully, he sets me down, taking out his wallet and handing the woman a black American Express card. Then he sets about dressing me, urgency in every line of his body.

“We’ll be in the limousine outside. Charge me, load everything into the trunk and return the card to my driver.” He takes me by the back of the neck and guides me through the curtain. “Thank you for your help.”

“Jack,” I gasp on our way through the elegant shop.

He roughs me up against the closest wall, his hips grinding into my bottom. “Not another word or I’ll bust in my goddamn pants, little girl. Do you understand me?” He releases a shaky exhale into my neck and drags me back off the wall, towards the exit. “And after making me wait four days to come inside you again, there’s no way you’re getting off that easy.”

10

Jack

My heartbeat booms in my head.

My cock is so heavy and hard, I can barely walk straight.

I just know I need to get her into the limousine so I can fuck us free of this perfect agony. Christ, this girl obsesses me beyond my wildest fucking imagination.

And yes, her body has me pierced with lust, but it’s also her trust that makes me this way. Makes me fraught with hunger to be inside of her. I want her soft skin on mine, want her trusting eyes looking up at me while I’m fucking her sweet body. Her confidence in me is a drug. I need more. I have to have more.

We step out onto the street and I guide Maisy toward the limousine, unable to tear my eyes off of her. Her flushed skin and bright eyes, the rubber quality to her gait. I’ve driven her to the brink—does she realize how many times I almost went past mine in that dressing room? It was only a compulsive need to watch her grow into her delicious kink, embrace it more and more, that kept me pushing. But I’ve pushed myself to an animal state in the process and she’s about to bear the brunt of it, no way to slow down, no way to temper my need.

I throw open the limousine door and Maisy clambers inside on her hands and knees, right onto the center of the limousine floor, already whimpering when I enter the vehicle behind her. As soon as the door has been slammed behind us, I lunge for the girl and rip her skirt open directly over her ass.

My palm cracks down on those supple cheeks in a spanking I wasn’t expecting to give, but it’s as though we both knew it was coming. My instinct in regard to what she needs drives me, compels me so completely, my body follows it without question.

“You’re a horny.” Slap. “Little.” Slap. “Brat. And everyone knows it, don’t they?”

Slap.

“Yes,” Maisy moans, pressing her cheek to the carpet and arching her back, receiving the strikes of my hand like a long-lost lover, her cries those of a girl in heat. They saw from her throat with every smacking blow to her tight flesh, the torn panties she still wears allowing for no mysteries. I see her wet, little hole and I smack her there, too, roughly, turning her thighs to two trembling columns. “Daddy, I need Daddy.”

Fuck. I can’t wait any longer.

Not when she’s wet, whining and shaking for me.

God forbid she comes without me inside her when I’ve been waiting, waiting, starving myself sick for her tight cunt. I’ll punch the windows out of this fucking limousine.

Determined not to let that happen, I kneel directly behind her and yank my zipper down, my breath ripping in and out of my lungs. Vaguely, I hear the trunk opening and bags being loaded inside, but I see only her. Feel only my raging hunger. “And what does Daddy get for buying you lots of pretty things, angel?”

My question wracks her in a shudder, her hands reaching up and back to wrench the shredded underwear down her thighs, baring everything. Offering all that delicious pink for the taking. Mine. “You get m-me,” she whimpers, her hands dropping back down to brace on the floor. “Please. Please.”