7 - You Filthy Little Girl
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7 - You Filthy Little Girl
Ivy
“W-what?”
Aiden placed the diary on the coffee table between us, including the ruffled pages all straightened out. I looked at the leather-bound diary and those pages with wide eyes.
He knows. He read it. He read how I fantasize about him.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deep.
I shook my head, closing my eyes and wanting to run away. I felt embarrassed. I didn’t want him to look at me. I didn’t want Aiden to know how I felt about him like that. Zara was right. Only if I had confessed my feelings before, none of this would have happened.
Aiden repeated himself, but it was a warning. “I said look at me, Petal.”
I didn’t move an inch, hoping, praying that it was all an embarrassing dream and I would wake up soon.
“I won’t repeat again, Petal.” He said, his low voice making me shiver. “Look. At. Me.”
Too scared and embarrassed to do something else, I raised my eyes and saw the swirls of emotions in his onyx eyes.
With his jaw clenched, he nodded in front of him. “Come here.”
I blabbered, “I am sorry, Aiden. I-I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t thinking—”
He remained calm, but I knew he was angry that I had lied to him. “I didn’t ask you to speak, did I? Come here, Ivy.”
He said my name. Again.
Shit, I am in trouble.
I didn’t move, my stomach clenching with nerves. The cold air felt sultry as it weighed over my prickling skin, the clock ticking on the wall behind me, assuring me of my impending doom.
“Now.” He growled.
I gingerly stood up, swallowing the lump in my throat. I was about to walk towards him when Aiden said,
“Crawl.”
My jaw dropped. “What? I am not going to cr—”
“Yes, you will, Petal. Isn’t that what you do in these fantasies of yours when you think about me dominating you, hm?” Aiden said, his commanding voice stirring something warm in my lower stomach. His intense gaze pierced my skin, urging me to bend to his will.
Well, he is right. But this is different.
I looked between him and the door to the hallway where his assistant sits at the cubicle desk.
“I asked Gary to leave early,” he answered my unspoken question. He knew this would happen. Ohmygod. Clenching his jaw, he said, “Crawl to me, Ivy.”
I shook my head, my fingers brushing over the hem of the dress and twisting it.
“If you won’t crawl to me right now, I will discipline you.” With his eyes on me, he continued, “Or you can leave this room right now, and I will assign you a new therapist, move to a new house, and never talk about this again.”
My heart hurt hearing the second option. I didn’t want him to forget about whatever this was. I didn’t want another therapist. I wanted him. Only him.
“Discipline me?”
“Do you want me to walk there and drag you here?”
Yes, please.
I shook out the mental image from my head and slowly lowered to my knees. I couldn’t look him in the eye. It felt humiliating, yet my underwear was drenched with arousal. I pressed my palms on the soft white rug and squeezed my eyes shut when I got on all fours in front of Aiden. My brother’s best friend. My crush.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he said in his low smoky voice, and it took everything in me not to tremble.
Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and looked at him. It should be illegal to be that handsome. His eyes were hooded and jaw sharp as he watched me slowly crawl towards him. My eyes averted to his loose tie, the tan chest peeking over the unbuttoned top button, down his perfectly fitted shirt to where I could see the outline of his bulge in his black slacks.
Oh s**t.
With a flushed face, I tried to meet his eyes. They were lingering over my chest and my ass.
Was he getting turned on by this? Watching me on my hands and knees, crawling towards him?
Seeing that long bulge, it would seem so.
I was surprised when his hand ran through my hair when I reached him, my heartbeat getting faster at our proximity. I took a sharp breath when he gently tugged at my hair, lifting me until I was on my knees between his long legs. His throbbing erection tenting his slacks.
Licking my lips, I looked up at him and found a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Do you want to touch me, Petal?” With my wide eyes and flushed cheeks, I watched his magnificent long fingers lower the zipper of his pants and cup his boner through the boxers. “Do you want to touch my c**k, hm?”
I nodded in a haze and flickered my eyes to his face. He was watching me intently. My face, my lips, the cleavage. I knew what he wanted, and there was no point in hiding my attraction towards him when he was getting turned on by watching me crawl towards him.
So, I leaned closer in a way that my plump breasts pressed against the couch, his eyes widening a little. His jaw clenched when I kept my hand on his, which was slowly sliding over his bulge, his skin warm.
My voice was a soft whisper when I said, “Please, let me touch you, Doctor Aiden.” Taking a deep breath, I slid my other hand over his thigh, watching him and waiting for him to remove it, but he didn’t. “I want to suck your cock.”
His obsidian eyes curled with hunger and lust as he removed his hand and yanked my hair so that my flushed face was leaning over his crotch, my body bending over the couch with my hips in the air. I could smell him, his musky male scent, and squirmed, wanting that scent everywhere. All over me and inside me.
Aiden leaned closer, his lips pressing against the shell of my ear as he growled, “Suck me. Use that pretty little mouth on my c**k and suck me off.” He pressed closer, licking my ear and I shivered. “Until you swallow my cum.”
He waited for me to push away from him, but I nodded and gently removed his boxers. Heat flushed my cheeks as I stared at his enlarged c**k. Long with enough girth that I was sure I would feel a small pinch of pain if he f****d me in one hard thrust. I licked my lips at the thought and clenched my thighs, feeling more arousal seep out of me. I wanted to please him and swallow his c*m like he wanted me to.
I can’t believe my fantasy is coming alive.
Aiden’s hand tightened on my scalp when I leaned closer, the manly scent of his arousal and his spicy cologne surrounding me. I didn’t care that he was my therapist. Or that he was my brother’s close friend. Right then, I wanted him in my mouth. I licked the pre-c*m, humming at the taste of him. I flickered my eyes up at him to see if he was watching me as I sucked his bulbous head in my mouth.
“Do it again,” he said, his voice low and smoky, that spiraled down from my spine to my core.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. With my one hand, I stroked him, feeling his velvety smooth skin bulge and harden underneath my palm as I slowly squeezed his veiny d**k. At the same time, I took his tip in my mouth, sucking at it and hollowing my cheeks. He let out a throaty groan and tugged at my hair.
Taking a deep breath and supporting myself by holding onto his thighs, I leaned down and took him inside my mouth inch by inch, kissing and licking every vein and hard ridges. His legs muscles tightened when I flickered my tongue over the underside and felt him bulge inside my mouth.
I let out a loud moan when he spanked my ass, lifting the hem of my dress up. When I was about to pull away, he kept his hand on my hair and said in his husky voice, “No, you filthy little girl. Do what I told you to do. I have been wanting to spank this tight little ass of yours for a long time.”
His words made me clench my legs. He gave another sharp spank on my ass as my mouth worked hard and fast on his c**k. I closed my eyes, moaning and humming as I took him deeper, relaxing my throat when he took the lead and moved my head over him. My body jumped and shivered when his palm smacked on my burning ass, my underwear dripping wet with my arousal.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered, his voice deep and rough.
I did and groaned with him in my mouth as he gave another thwack on my ass. His lustful, dark eyes were gazing at me. My eyes gleaming with tears as my lips wrapped around him. I hummed and moved my head over him, wanting to please him as my p***y throbbed for him.
Aiden clenched his jaw, one hand tight around my hair and the other massaging the red prints on my scorching ass. I shivered when he lifted my dress, trailing his hand over my spine. I arched my back for his touch. He seemed to like my reaction as a small smile tugged at the corner of his beautiful lips.
My eyes widened, and I moaned when his palm cupped my breast through the thin bra, fondling slowly and his fingers tweaking and pinching my n****e. I squirmed with extreme pleasure, but his hold was firm on my hair, pushing me down on his c**k if I tried to pull away from him.
He finally took mercy on me and let go of my breast, trailing his hand over my collar bones, neck, jaw and my cheek. I looked down at his clenching abdomen, the hard muscles of his stomach, the vee of his hip bones when he gently tucked away my hair and brushed his finger over my lips, which were wide open with him inside my mouth, still throbbing painfully.
I watched him with half-lidded eyes and moaned when his finger stayed on my upper lip, feeling my lips sliding over his enormous length. It was so filthy yet intimate that I sucked him with more fervor.
“f**k, Petal, you look so f*****g beautiful,” he forced my gaze up at him, his eyes on my face. “You don’t know how many filthy dreams I’ve had of you. Bent over my desk, f*****g you, spanking you, eating you out. And now that you’re here, I am going to take my time fulfilling both of our fantasies.”
With that, he slowly guided my head up and down on him, watching him slide in and out of my mouth as I sucked and kissed him in every way I could. I used my hand to fondle his balls, a low grunt eliciting from his throat. The sound of his pleasure was a pleasure to me, and all I wanted right now was to get him off. Again and again, if he would ask me to.
“Oh, f**k, I am going to come in your mouth, Ivy,” he gritted his teeth, his hands in my hair as he f****d my mouth; slow, hard, and deep.
Aiden gave out one low moan and jerked when he came inside my mouth. Warm spurts of his seed shooting down my throat as I swallowed greedily. I watched him with tears glistening in my eyes. His hooded eyes watching me and the bob of my throat. He let go of my hair, but I pulled away only to lick him clean from his base to his tip. Humming, I gave slow licks to the flushed head of his c**k.
He let out a small grunt of warning and I settled back on my heels, innocently batting my lashes at him, and licked my lips clean.
Aiden’s eyes trailed over my face, my tousled hair, my chest and the rumpled state of my dress, my breast almost dropping out of the neckline.
He growled, “Come here.”
He held my arm and effortlessly lifted me up on his lap.
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