Page 72 of Over the Line

His footfalls resounded off the hardwood planks, and her heart thumped a terrific tattoo.

“Raise your skirt for me.”

Her hands suddenly trembling from nerves, from excitement, she did as he said.

“Be my good girl and turn and spread your legs as far apart as you can.”

Not knowing what to expect made her delirious. She hadn’t been here two minutes, and already he’d taken control instead of spending half an hour on inane pleasantries.

Then in a great surprise, he took hold of her boy shorts and yanked them up hard between the crack of her ass, making her gasp from the shock.

“That’s better,” he said. “Your buttocks are beautiful, unblemished by a single mark.”

It had been too long.

“They won’t look that way when you leave.”

A thrill danced through her. This was what she wanted. “I figured as much, Sir.”

“You’re going to stay in position for me, aren’t you?”

Before she could respond, he reached one hand in front of her to capture the front of the fabric.

He worked the material back and forth between her folds, abrading her most sensitive area. Having no option, she began to move in time with him.

“You’re getting your panties damp, naughty girl.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He increased the friction, and she began to whimper.

Staying in place became more and more difficult as he worked his magic over her. “Oh, Sir… Sir, Sir, Sir!”

“Did you masturbate?”

“No, Sir! I promise.”

“Then this has to feel maddening.”

“It does. Very much so, Sir.”

“How long has it been since you came?”

How did he expect her to think? “When I was here last, Sir. Not since.”

He all but lifted her from the ground, making her squeal.

“You must want an orgasm.”

“I do. Please. Please, Sir.”

“You’re compliant when you think you’re going to get what you want, aren’t you?”

In this moment, she’d agree to anything.

Abruptly, he released her, leaving her maddeningly on edge.

In frustration, she squeezed her eyes shut.