8 - I Don’t Tolerate Lies
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8 - I Don’t Tolerate Lies
Aiden
I caressed the soft skin of her arms, her bare thighs straddling my lap. Mussed waves of her dark hair. I could feel her body trembling over me, the way her hand curled over my shirt, her face hidden in my chest.
If I couldn’t believe that Ivy, my little Petal, gave me one of the best blowjobs I have ever had moments ago, then it must be hard for her to believe it too.
Or she didn’t expect me to spank her. Or f**k her mouth like that. Or order her to crawl for me…
My large hands glided over her back, under her dress, and squeezed the burning skin of her ass. Ivy whimpered, brushing herself on top of me.
Fuck.
I controlled myself to take it slow, but I didn’t expect her to have such dirty and hot fantasies regarding me. I thought I was her silly crush, but not anymore.
I pulled her closer to me, leaving no space between our bodies, and tipped her jaw to look at me. Her soft breasts pressed against my muscular chest. Her blue eyes were shimmering with tears, her lips pink and swollen as she peered at me through her lashes.
“Ivy,” I whispered her name like a prayer. “Tell me you crawled for me because you wanted to. Tell me you let me f**k your mouth, spank you, because you wanted it too. I need to know.”
Her lips parted as she blinked at me, her fingers tightening on my shirt. “Of course, Aiden. I wanted… I wanted all of it.” She licked her lips, my eyes lowering to them for a flicker of a moment. “I want you.”
I shook my head hearing her confess. f**k. It was a mess, but neither of us could come back from what we had just done. In my own office.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I glared at her and her innocent doe eyes that were tearing up when I was inside her pouty mouth. How could she look like an angel when she had my c**k in her mouth moments ago?
“Yes. You made a lot of mistakes, Petal.” My husky voice lowered an octave as I continued, “But don’t worry, I am here to discipline my filthy girl.”
“D-discipline?”
“Of course, I like to discipline—hurt little naughty girls like you.” I held her when she squirmed over my lap, trying to find friction. Tsk, poor girl didn’t know what she had gotten into. I cupped her jaw, and staring into her eyes, I said, “I’m going to kiss you, Petal.”
When she didn’t make any effort to move back, I pressed my lips on hers.
Ivy melted in my embrace when our lips moved against each other, simply tasting. Her soft breath fanned against my cheek, her hands trailing over the muscles of my arms, bunching the fabric of my shirt before raking through my hair. I licked her bottom lip and deepened the kiss, keeping my hand on the back of her neck, and squeezed her ass with the other.
Ivy moaned, opening her mouth for me as I dived in, tasting her lips, her tongue, her mouth. Even though I had been rough with her, f*****g her mouth and commanding her, she touched me tenderly. It was erotic, and hearing the small whimper from her throat, it made me want to do terrible filthy things to her.
My Petal wasn’t innocent like I had thought of her. I stayed still, kissing her when she moved her hips over my thigh. Rocking back and forth. The muscles of my thigh tensing when I felt the rough fabric of my pants grow wet with her arousal.
Such a needy little girl.
I tugged at her hair, pulling her back as she gasped. Her lips swollen with the kisses and lust flaming in her sapphire eyes. My dark eyes narrowed at her as she squirmed on my lap. On my thigh.
“Aiden?”
My eyes traveled down to her slender throat. Leaning closer, I licked the soft skin of her neck. Her sweet, musky perfume was intoxicating. She quivered, closing her eyes when I kissed over her beating pulse and moved closer to her ear.
“You are a greedy little Petal, aren’t you?” I said throatily, and she stopped squirming. Her hot cunt clenching over my thigh. “Rubbing yourself on my thigh like a naughty f*****g girl.” I took delight in watching her eyes widen when I held her jaw. “Who told you you could do that, Petal?”
“I-I am sorry. I just n-needed to—”
My hand lowered to her throat, and lightly wrapped around her pulse, choking her. She bit her lip, wanting to press down on my thigh and relieve the ache in her p***y.
My eyes flickered to her lips and I asked, “What do you need? Say it.”
Ivy turned away, her heartbeat increasing. She must feel embarrassed by everything that has happened. My hand loosened around her throat and I rubbed the pad of my thumb on her bottom lip. She sighed.
I kissed her ear and said softly, “Tell me what you need, Petal.”
She shivered, knowing full well I said those same words during our sessions. Every week I would ask her that same question so that she could make goals for the week or the month. I would praise her at the end of the week for completing the said goals or guide her to do better.
Now she would know what I meant by those words.
“I want you…” she whispered and added, “inside me.”
Hearing her say it, the words that I wanted to hear for the last few weeks, made my heart feel light. It was her choice, just like it was mine. Having her pressed against me, feel me inside her.
I smiled, kissing her again. I couldn’t get enough of her. I hadn’t even tasted her, yet I was addicted to Ivy, my little Petal. Her hands clutched the collar of my shirt as if she was afraid that I would move away from her.
Never in a million years, Petal.
“Then you’ll get what you need,” I murmured against her pink lips, kissing her once more.
Ivy gave me a shy smile that quickly vanished into a small gasp when I turned her over on my lap, her stomach pressing against the semi-hardened bulge with her beautiful ass facing me.
“Aiden?” She looked over her shoulder when I flipped the hem of her dress to her waist.
My palm smoothed over her bare ass, pressing her soft curves closer to my muscled body. Letting her know that there was no escape.
Leaning closer to her ear, I said, “Say the word red if you want me to stop. Nod if you understand, Petal.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes wide and cheeks red. That was what my character said in her written s****l fantasies before he hurt her. Hurt her in a way that made her feel alive, cherish her every touch as if he was worshipping her.
I wondered if Ivy felt the same with me. That I was worshipping her tiny trembling body whenever I caressed her soft skin or squeezed her hard enough to leave my hand print.
I wanted to hurt her, cherish her, worship her.
“If you would have told me you want me to f**k you right here,” I said in my throaty voice, my fingers lightly tapping her s*x through the drenched lace, “Then I would have gladly complied with your wishes, Ivy. But you decided to lie. Even after I read your fantasies, you lied to me.”
My voice was stern, bordering on angry tone even though I was not angry. I would never touch anyone in anger, especially my Petal. I was disappointed that she never told me how she felt all these years. I forced my attraction and feelings to someone else because I thought she saw me as her elder brother, just like Hayden, and no one else.
She shivered, hearing the tone of my voice, and clenched her thighs. f*****g hell, she was so responsive. If only one sentence could make her wet, I wondered if I could ask her to f**k herself while I told her what to do without touching her.
Ivy squirmed over my lap when my fingers trailed over her, feeling her wetness soaking her underwear. I spanked her lightly.
“I don’t tolerate lies. It’s rude, and it’s unacceptable,” I whispered harshly. I spanked her again, a little harder, and cherished the little gasp that came out of her lips. “Especially to your brother’s best friend, your therapist, who makes your cunt soaking wet.”
“Oh.” She made a sound that was a mixture of a moan and a whimper when I spanked her ass again.
Soon, I could feel the coolness of her bare, soft skin, feel her burning s*x clench, her legs shivering when I spanked her again and again. My palm scorching with each strike and her ass turning a light shade of pink. Ivy was muffling her moans by biting down on her lip, but I didn’t want that. I held her hair and tugged her head back so I could hear the cries of her pleasure and shock more clearly.
I waited for her to say the safe-word, tell me how I got hard on spanking her, scared and disgusted her. But she didn’t. She took the spanking like a good girl. I increased the intensity of each slap, hearing her groan loudly when my throbbing bulge poked her in her stomach. She bucked and writhed on my lap, but I was determined until she apologized for lying to me. I heard her cries, her words nothing but a blubbering mess when she kept apologizing.
“Please, please, please, Doctor Aiden. I am sorry,” she whimpered, raising her ass every time I lifted my palm as if she couldn’t wait for me to touch her again.
My eyes raked over her beautiful sight, her legs pressed together as if she could hide her arousal from me. Pausing for a moment, I rubbed my hand over her warm ass, slowly massaging the sensitive skin. I would prepare her shower and apply healing lotion as soon as we got back home. If she could bear the thought of touching me again.
Ignoring those thoughts, I loosened my hold on her hair and trailed my hand between her legs. Slowly rubbing my digits over her drenched thong.
“You are soaking wet, Ivy,” I said, my voice lowering an octave.
She shivered and pushed her hips back. “Please, Aiden.”
I hummed, moving her little underwear to the side and plunged two fingers inside her warm heat, eliciting a loud moan from her. My palm continued massaging her ass gently as my knuckles slid inside her, the pads of my fingers finding the rough sensitive spot and pressing against it. Her body started trembling, and I knew she was close, begging me to make her come.
“Come, Petal. Come on my fingers, you dirty girl,” I said, my voice hoarse as she writhed in my lap, my erection throbbing against her stomach while I f****d her cunt. Curling my fingers over her sweet, sensitive spot.
Ivy clenched my fingers, clamping them as I watched her chase down the white-hot lust. A moment later, she orgasmed, coming all over my fingers, moaning my name, squirming on my lap and on the couch.
I was in awe seeing her come apart. So f*****g erotic that I knew I would never forget the sight of Ivy, sprawled and limp on my lap from orgasm, her hair mussed, dress tugged over, baring her blooming ass and her juices seeping out of her.
I slowly massaged her sensitive p***y, praising her, and lifted my glistening fingers to my mouth. She looked over her shoulder to see me lick my fingers clean of her c*m, her musky taste burning on my tongue.
This is not enough. I want more.
I pulled her onto my lap, her legs straddling my hips. She whimpered, feeling my stiffened member rubbing over her s*x as I straightened her clothes, caressing her skin, helping bring her back down to earth after the orgasm. Her blue eyes looked hazy as I wiped the tears from her flushed cheeks and ran my hand through her hair.
“You okay?” I asked, raising my brow and utterly pleased myself with the state of her. How wrecked and beautiful she looked. The thought of someone else ever seeing her like that made me want to rage—no, she was mine. I’d never let anyone else give her the chance to whisk her away from me. Not when I knew how much she loved being a dirty, filthy girl for me.
She nodded with a dazed look on her face. “Mhmm.”
I ignored the fact that she looked away when she replied. I would have to teach her about looking at me while answering me later. Her crush just spanked her, finger f****d her and asked her to swallow his c*m. She wasn’t okay.
“Are you sore?”
“Sore?”
With my hands on her waist, I pulled her down on my hardened length, rubbing over her slicked p***y. Her eyes widened as she fisted my shirt. “Oh, fuck.”
Arching her back, Ivy licked her lips and shook her head. “No, I am not sore. Please f**k me, Aiden.”
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