Cherié

Chapter 5

“Get on your hands and knees and face the window.” I ordered her.

She smirked as she slowly willed her defiant body to move. I pushed her dress up and revealed the round globes of her ass. Her dark skin was mirrored around her blue panties. I rubbed her cheeks and soon smacked my hands down on each cheek. And she remained silent. I spanked her again and again harder each time and the brat was silent. I roughly pulled down her panties and I could see the glistening fluid between her folds. She was wet for me.

I leaned in and tasted her sweet juices. She was sweeter than I imagined and I wanted to hear her scream. As my tongue teased her c**t and entrance I slapped her fat ass. Soon she was moaning and pressing her ass into my face.

I pulled my d**k from the confines of my briefs and stroked it. All I wanted was too burry my head as deep as it would go. I climbed on the bed and pulled her hips into mine. “Tell me what you want,” I moaned into her ear.

She reached between us and teased her entranced with my c**k. “Tell me to f**k you,” I ordered.

She laughed. “I told you to do something.” I rubbed my hands over the globes of her ass and soon smacked her cheek as hard as I could. “Tell me.”

She turned and lay on the bed. What a defiant little brat. She eased her panties off then eased her dress off in one quick move. “I don’t need to beg to be f****d. Either you do it or someone else will.”

That set me on fire. She thought I’d let her satisfy another man after being in my bed. I grabbed her throat and slammed into her. She was screaming now. I drilled into her sweet little cunt. There was no way she’d think about f*****g another guy. Let alone fix her lips to tell me she would.

“I don’t like defiant little brats.”

“I’m not a brat.” She moaned. She was meeting my thrust now. The rhythmic way she worked her hips made me want to bust deep in her waiting cunt.

When I looked down at her she knew I was close. I could see the desire for me to release in her eyes. She started to work me over and God if I were a weaker willed man she would have had me.

I wasn’t going to come without the satisfaction of her walls tightening around me. I reached between us and worked her c**t. She was not expecting that her movements slowed and I played her little button until she exploded. Her body convulsed under me. Her walls milked me for everything I was worth and I collapsed on her.

The satisfied giggle that left her lips was the last thing I remember before I fell asleep.

She was wearing a dress. She never wears dresses. At least not that short. I sat in the basement working on writing my dissertation after weeks of mind numbing research. There she was walking around like I didn’t know how she tasted or how tight her p***y was.

“You sure that’s appropriate wear for a librarian?” I asked her.

“I have on tights,” She smiled.

“It’s a little too revealing if you ask me. A bit distracting.”

She laughed. “Who’s problem is that?”

I walked up behind her as she returned books to their rightful place on the shelves. I pressed her into the shelf with my body. “If you want to be f****d again all you have to do is ask.”

“You think way too highly of yourself Professor X.”

I turned her to face me. “That’s what we both know you want. Oscar isn’t here. Just you and me. I think this was planned.”

She laughed. “Not at all. We’re not compatible.” She started to walk away.

That stung. “Why not?” I demanded as I followed her.

“I’m not submissive and that’s what you want.”

I quirked my brow at her response. “Really?”

She turned and looked me in the eye. “Is that not why you kept calling me a brat? I don’t submit to anyone.”

“You don’t have to submit to me to f**k me.”

“It’s not as fun,” She reasoned and tried to get away but I grabbed her arm.

“So you do want to f**k me, but not to submit to me?” I asked her.

“I want you to worship me like the goddess I am. But you’re not capable of being what I need. And I’m not capable of being what you need.”

“The sweet little librarian is a domme?”

“The quite chemist is a dom.”

“I guess you’re reasoning makes sense, but why are you so wet?” I placed my hands into her panties and her lips were wet. “Your sweet little p***y is so fuckable. And that ass.” I spanked her. “I think you’re fully capable of submitting to me.”

She smirked and looked deep in my eyes. “I have the capability to do many of things, and that is at the top of the list of things that aren’t happening.” She left the basement and returned upstairs somewhere I couldn’t find her.