Good Girl

Lachlan

I pulled back, my lips glistening with her essence, and looked up at her. I could see the desire and need burning in her eyes. "Play with yourself for me, Quinn. I want to watch your hands touch that beautiful body. But remember, you don't come until I say so. Understand?"

I stroked myself as I watched her, seeing the conflict in her eyes as she battled between her need to obey and her desire to find release. She bit her lip, hesitating, and I growled, "Do it. Touch yourself and show me how much you want it."

Quinn's hands trembled as they moved to her breasts, cupping and squeezing, her nipples hardening under my intense gaze. Her breath quickened as she pinched and tugged, her eyes fluttering closed. "Open your eyes, Quinn. I want you to watch me watch you. I want to see the moment you break."

Her fingers trailed down her stomach, teasingly slow, before dipping between her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to play with herself, her eyes locked on mine.

"That's it," I urged, my voice rough and desperate. I wanted her to lose control, to beg for her release. "Show me how bad you want it. Plead for it."

Quinn's hips bucked against her hand, her breath catching in sharp, erratic gasps. "Oh god...I need...I need to come. Please, let me have this release." Her words were strained, her body arching off the bed as she rubbed herself fervently.

I matched her rhythm, stroking myself harder and faster, the sight of her pleasure heightening my own. "Not yet," I growled, my voice thick with desire. "Not until I say so. You have to earn it. You know what I want to hear."

Her eyes, wild with need, locked with mine. "Please, sir," she begged, her body twisting and contorting as she fought to hold back. "I'm so close. I can't...please."

"No, just a little longer" I said, my eyes narrowing, my voice rough with desire. "You will wait for me to give you permission. You will come when I tell you to, Quinn. Hold on a little longer."

Quinn's body trembled violently as she fought for control, her fingers working frantically over herself. "I'm trying...oh god, I'm trying, but it's too much. Please, I'm begging you. I need to come now. I can't hold it anymore."

I could feel my own release building, but I wanted to edge her a little more. "Not yet, Quinn. You're not done begging. And you're not asking properly. Only good girls get release." My voice was rough with desire. I wanted to hear her plead, to know that she was as desperate as I was, but I needed her complete submission.

Quinn's breath hitched, and I could feel her need body vibrating as she fought to obey my command. I squeezed my cock to hold off my own release. The pain shooting further desire through me but allowing me to force down my orgasm. "I-I'll do anything, just please..." Her words trailed off into a whimpering moan.

I smirked, the lust in my eyes unmistakable. "Oh, but I want to hear you beg for it. What do good girls say, mo chride" My voice was deep and commanding. Training this independent woman was more than I could have imagined.

Quinn's breath quickened, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and defiance but she gave in. "Please, sir, I need to come. Please let me come. I'll be so good. I need your mouth on me, your tongue—" Her words turned into a moan as I abruptly pulled her legs over my shoulders, positioning myself to devour her.

Using my tongue, I swirled and flicked, her essence coating my mouth and face, sending shivers up her body. I sucked gently then used my teeth to bite her swollen bud, making her cry out. "You like that, don't you, little one?" I murmured against her sensitive skin.

She whimpered, her hands searching in the pillows under her for purchase. "Y-yes, sir. Oh, God, yes. So much."

I smacked her ass, the sound echoing in the room, and she cried out again, her body arching. "Feel that, Quinn? That's what you do to me. Make me want to claim what's mine."

"Yours, sir. All yours," she panted, her eyes glazed with need.

I growled softly, and nipped at the soft flesh of her inner thigh while I massaged the red print forming on her cheek. Licking her again, I feasted on the juices that were dripping down her seam like a fountain. The fountain of youth just for me.

Another whimper escaped her lips and I reveled in the flush of her skin, the tears forming in her eyes, overcome with pleasure. "Now, leannan. Come now, for me." I bit down on her clit again and she screamed. My mouth worked relentlessly, and as her release crashed over her, dragging her orgasm on and on. And I feasted, marking my territory with my mouth, claiming her as my own.

Her body bucked and trembled for long moments, the aftershocks of her pleasure rippling through her. Finally, after I had licked her clean and her shaking was only coming intermittently, I gently lowered her legs, a satisfied smirk on my face. "Well done, little one. What a good girl you are. I've never tasted anything so exquisite."

Quinn, breathless and sated, could only smile her chest heaving as she looked up at me with a mixture of satisfaction and embarrassment, her cheeks flushing red in the dimming light.

I chuckled, my breath washing over her sensitive flesh as I stalked up her body. I licked at the sweat between her breasts before taking her mouth again. "How do you feel, mo chridhe?"

"Mmmm...like a limp noodle." Her swollen lips quirked up. "A very satisfied limp noodle."

Nuzzling her neck, I smiled. "I'm glad, leannan, but we're not done."

"Ohh?" Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of my neck sending a shiver of desire down my spine.

"No, I want to feel that hot, wet, smart mouth around my cock." I pulled one of her hands down to brush against my tip. "I'm weeping for it."

Her thumb caressed my swollen head, and I hissed in a breath.

"Oh, I think I like that idea," she said, pushing up onto her elbows.