melia ridley (indiankiss) wrote in onceuponadream, @ 2011-12-20 11:53:00 |
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Book in hand, Melia slowly rolled from her back to her stomach. Her eyes never left the page as she made the transition. Her surroundings had faded as she lost herself in the story, and she was only vaguely aware of the facf that she was laying on the very edge of the bed. Nothing in the real world existed. There was only Beauty and her Prince. "Oh. My. Gosh." The words were barely audible, and she rushed to turn the page in an effort to keep reading. When she succeeded, a deep blush washed over hear features. The color of her cheeks deepened. Her scalp warmed. Even her ears turned pink. She'd known what she was getting into when she'd purchased the book that she was reading. It was very clearly marked as erotica, after all. She hadn't expected it to be so... naughty, though. Who would've thought that a book about Sleeping Beauty would be so... this. It wasn't unusual for Ollie to pay his girlfriend an unannounced visit. She did just live across the hall, after all, and he always knew she would be happy to see him. Having a daughter made his schedule a little unpredictable, but when he did have a little free time he liked to spend it with Melia. He entered the room after knocking softly on her door and a smirk played about his lips as he noticed the blush on her face. Rather that immediately commenting, though, he leaned in to try and catch a glimpse of the cover. If a book was making her blush like this, he definitely wanted to know what it was! Thoroughly engrossed by what she was reading, Melia didn’t notice the soft knock on her bedroom door. She also didn’t notice when that door opened and her boyfriend slipped into the room. If she’d noticed him... if she’d realized that he was trying to read the cover of the book that she was reading, she would have immediately put the book away. After all, the last thing she wanted was for him to realize that she was reading porn. Unfortunately, she remained blissfully unaware of her surroundings. She eagerly turned the page once again and continued to read. The blush that had washed over her features a few moments ago deepened even further and she made something of a whimpering noise as her eyes moved over the words. “Really?” she gasped. Ollie bent and twisted, trying to see the cover of Melia's book. It took some maneuvering, but he eventually managed. THE CLAIMING OF SLEEPING BEAUTY. Huh. Interesting. Ollie smirked as he took in the title. His girlfriend was reading porn. This was going to be so much fun. His smirk grew as she continued to read and he knew he should keep silent, but he couldn't seem to stop himself from speaking. "Really what, baby?" he questioned her in that faintly amused tone he often used when teasing her. Still painfully unaware of her surroundings, Melia gasped and jumped violently when a voice pulled her from the fantasy world that she’d allowed herself to slip into. Her eyes darted around the room as though looking for something, and when they landed on him, her blush deepened even further. “Ollie!” she exclaimed, her tone making it clear that she was more than a little surprised by his appearance. “When did you... how long have you... how are you?” As she spoke, she lifted herself off of the bed and drew her knees under her so that she was sitting on her heels. It was obvious that she was a little breathless, but there was no telling what had made her that way... the scene that she’d been reading or the shock of being caught reading it. “I didn’t hear you come in,” she explained. Her book was still in her hand, but she wasn’t paying it much attention. Instead, she was focused on her boyfriend. Did he know what she’d been reading? Could he look at her and tell? Was it wrong that Ollie enjoyed watching her jump and get all flustered? Probably, but Ollie really couldn't help it. The blushing, the stammering, the obvious embarrassment. It may have made him a horrible person, but he enjoyed seeing her like this. "What were you reading, baby?" he asked her, still smirking as he reached for the book. He'd seen EXACTLY what she'd been reading, of course, but where would the fun be in admitting that? In an act that could only be described as deeply covert, Melia jumped away from her boyfriend when he reached for the book in her hand. That was the last thing she should’ve done if she’d wanted to redirect his attention, but she wasn’t thinking clearly. She was focused only on keeping him away from the book she’d been reading. “Nothing!” she exclaimed far too quickly. “I was reading anything! Just a book! Why?” As she spoke, she nervously backed away from him. Her knees were still on the bed, but she had made her way to the very edge of the far side of the bed. "Uh huh. Right. Just a book." It was obvious from Ollie's tone that he didn't believe her. Anyone could have seen that she wasn't being truthful and Ollie knew her better than most. His girlfriend was embarrassed. She was desperate to keep him from the book in her hand. That, of course, only made him want to peek between the pages that much more. As she backed away from him, Ollie crawled onto the bed and continued to reach for the book. A confident smirk graced his lips. He knew he would get the book away from her eventually, but he was in no real rush. After all, half the fun was watching her attempts to keep him from it while she insisted it was nothing. "Just a book," she repeated a little more calmly. "It's not... It's not even a good book. It's... you know... just a book." Her heart began to pound in her chest when he crawled onto the bed. She knew that he would be able to take the book from her if that was what he decided to do, but she had no intention of simply giving up. She really didn’t want him to to see what she’d been reading, after all. “It’s nothing, baby,” she murmured as she slowly set her feet on the floor. “It’s... noth... how was your day?” Worried that he would soon make his move, she continued to inch away from him. Her bedroom wasn’t too terribly big, but she was hoping to keep a fair amount of space between them. "Not a good book?" he teased her. "You certainly looked like you were enjoying it, baby." Ollie's smirk only grew as his girlfriend continued to insist she hadn't been reading anything out of the ordinary. He loved her like this. The way she fought admitting to him what she'd been reading and how much she'd been enjoying it only made it sweeter when she finally gave in and told him. "If it's nothing, I'm sure you won't mind if I take a look," he added as he reached for the book yet again. He wasn't really trying very hard to take it, though. As stated, half the fun was in the chase. ”Not really, no,” she answered with a quick shake of her head. Of course, she was forced to backpedal when he informed her that it had looked like she was enjoying it. “I mean... I like it, but I really don’t think it’s something that you would be interested in... you know... fairytale nonsense.” When he reached for the book a second time, Melia practically scrambled to stay out of his reach. Deep down, she knew that her behavior was only cementing his interest in the book she held, but she couldn’t let him get his hands on it. He would tease her mercilessly if he saw what she’d been reading... if he knew that it aroused her. “It’s... it’s boring, baby. You shouldn’t waste your time with it. It’s about... you know... princes and princesses... Sleeping Beauty, to be exact. I could... I could think many other ways to entertain you.” Her hands went behind her back as she spoke, and her features warmed once again. It was bad enough that he’d caught her reading erotica. Was she really going to try to distract him with suggestive comments? "Could you?" Ollie smirked. He wasn't fooled for a second. He knew what kind of book his girlfriend had been reading. He suspected that she'd been enjoying it very much from the expressions on her face before she'd realized he was in the room. He was willing to play along for the moment, though. Ollie stepped forward and slid his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. He leaned in and allowed his lips to whisper over her jaw. "What kind of things did you have in mind, baby?" Though it wasn't usually obvious in his personally, Ollie could be quite sneaky when he needed to be. He wasn’t a dishonest person at heart, but he definitely didn't mind playing dirty if it was going to help him get his hands on that book! "I could," she confirmed, her tone becoming a little husky. "I could entertain you far better than some… some book, baby." When Ollie stepped forward, Melia took yet another step back. Unfortunately, she hadn't been paying strict attention to her surroundings, and her retreat was brought to a screeching halt when her bottom connected roughly with her dresser. Dammit. She inhaled sharply when his arm snaked around her waist and urged her closer. She knew that she needed to stay vigilant, but that thought began to slip from her mind when his lips ghosted over her jaw. "I could ge.. get on my knees for you," she stammered softly. "Do that th.. thing with my tongue…" Despite the obvious desire and distraction that slipped into the tone of her voice, her hand was clamped tightly around the book she held behind her back. Ollie smirked at the change in his girlfriend’s tone. He meant to get the book from her while she was distracted, but he also couldn’t deny that he loved it when she talked like this. He loved.. everything about her, but he especially loved her like this. “I do like that thing with your tongue,” he murmured. A moment later, he was pulling her fully into his arms and pressing his lips firmly to hers. He deepened the kiss almost instantly and his hands started to wander liberally over her curves. Ollie almost forgot he’d had an ulterior motive, she felt so good, but once he felt her start to respond to his embrace, once he was sure she was sufficiently distracted, he reached behind her and attempted once more to grab at the book that was in her hand. All he needed was a good grip on it. Once he had that, there was no way he was letting it go. "I could… I would love to do that for you, baby." She hesitated slightly, her cheeks warming with another blush. "Ge… get down on my knees for you… push you into my throat… do… do that thing with my tongue." While a large part of her hoped that he would be distracted by her suggestive comments, she would be more than happy to keep the promises that she was making. She enjoyed it, after all. It was something she never got tired of doing. Melia moaned softly when his arms tightened around her frame and his mouth covered hers. The kiss deepened almost instantly, and when his hands began to wander over her curves, she melted into him. The voice that had reminded her to stay vigilant faded. Suddenly, he was the only thing that existed… the only thing that mattered. Until he took hold of the book… "Ollie!" she squeaked as she snatched her lips away from his. "You cheater!" Her hold on the book tightened once more, and she struggled to keep her hold on it. The last thing she wanted was for him to actually read what was written in the book. Ollie’s expression shifted to one of pure innocence when Melia called him a cheater. His eyes widened and he gave her a look that plainly said I have no idea what you’re talking about. It faded into a smirk, though as he pulled at the book that they now both held onto. Melia put up a good fight, but Ollie was bigger and stronger and he managed to pull the book from her grasp when all was said and done. Flipping open to a random page as he held the book up just out of her reach, he began to read out loud. He knew it would embarrass her, but that was pretty much the point. “The Prince knelt over her straddling her, and then opened her mouth with his fingers, and showing her his hard penis, drove it into her mouth with a quick downward motion. His smirk only grew as he read. “Really, baby? What part of this did you think I wouldn’t enjoy?” he questioned her with obvious amusement. "YOU… YOU TRICKED ME!!" Melia didn't believe for a second that Ollie was innocent. She knew that he had pulled her into that embrace with the intention of taking the book from her, and nothing would make her believe otherwise. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD… WOULD USE ME LIKE THAT!!" She fought to keep hold of the book. In the end, though, he was able to pull it out of her grasp. A crimson blush washed over her features when he began to read from a random page, and she launched herself at him. "OLLIE! NO! STOP! DON'T… SHHHH… SHUT UP!" She jumped onto his back as she shrieked, and her arms wrapped around around him. She tried her best to take the book from him, but his arms were longer than hers. Rather than continuing to stretch and reach, she began to pound at his shoulder with one of her fists. "STOOOOOP!! NO, OLLIE!! SHUT UP!!" Her blush deepened as she visualized the scene he was reading, and she fought harder to silence him. Maybe he should have felt guilty for his treachery, but Melia had been the one who was trying to distract him with sex. He’d only led her to believe her own treachery was working, really. Besides, how could he feel remotely ashamed when this was the result? He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen this girlfriend turn quite this red before. The way she was begging him to stop, the way she was blushing... this was well worth any consequences he might face later. He chose yet another random page, sure it would be just as entertaining and started to read out loud again. ”But he seemed at wits ends to punish her. And stopping her suddenly by lifting her around the middle, he brought her up over the stool which he had just left, so that dangling from the hook which she held for dear life, she was now thrust over it, the wooden seat of the stool pressing into her naked sex, her legs out helplessly behind her.” Ollie couldn’t help smirking as he read. A stool? Really? Interesting. Watching his girlfriend’s expression carefully, he continued. ”And then he sent his worst rain of blows on her, hard snapping spanks that made her calves quiver and sting as her thighs had done before. But no matter how he busied himself with her legs, he always returned to her buttocks, punishing them the hardest so that Beauty was choking with sobs, and felt this as endless.” "STOP! NO! DON'T, OLLIE! PLEASE DON'T!" Melia hadn't thought it was possible, but her blush deepened when he chose another random page and began to read aloud. It was… no… not that scene. She'd read that portion of the book, and that scene… it had… no… her luck wasn't that bad. Her cheeks and ears burned hotter than ever before as he began to describe the way the princess had been bent over a wooden stool. Her struggling intensified for a moment, but it soon became obvious that there was nothing she could do to wrestle that book out of his hand. Not to mention, the fight had left her more than a little exhausted. "JESUS, JOSEPH, AND MARY!" she cursed uncharacteristically as she jerked away from him and fell onto the bed in a winded heap. She glared at him as she forced herself to take slow, deep breaths. That anger faded into something of a wince when he began to describe, in detail, the spanking the princess had received. In all honesty, that scene had aroused her when she'd read it. She didn't want him to know that, though. It was bad enough that he'd caught her reading erotica. What would he think if he realized that she'd actually been aroused by it… if he realized that she'd actually been turned on by the way the prince had spanked the princess? "I'm going to kill you for this," she threatened softly. Stop? Oh, no. There was no way Ollie was going to stop. He was having entirely too much fun. Teasing Melia was always pretty awesome, but he was getting even more enjoyment than usual from it right now. He didn’t think he could be blamed for that, though. He watched her reaction as he read. He took note of the way her blush deepened as he described the way the princess had been bent over a stool and spanked. “I can see why you’re enjoying this, baby,” he said with a completely straight face. He heard her threat, but he paid it no mind. There was no way she could stay angry with him and this was well worth her being briefly annoyed. His smirk became a little more devious as he continued to tease her. “You gonna bend me over a stool and spank me, baby?” he asked her. “Or do you prefer to be the one being punished?” Ollie wasn't going to stop, and Melia knew it. It was why she'd given up. It was why she was simply sitting on the bed. It was why she was glaring at him. He was going to continue this until she was a babbling, blushing mess. Well, he was going to try. She was fed up with babbling and blushing, and regardless of what he he said, she wasn't going to do it this time. Her nose curled slightly when he asked if she was going to spank him. That was… the thought of spanking him didn't appeal to her at all. Not really. Of course, she'd never been very dominate. She was a submissive through and through. He knew that, though. They'd been together long enough that he knew it was rare for her to just… take control. "Spanking you would just be…" She paused as she looked for the right word. One didn't exist, it seemed. "Weird," she finally supplied. Her cheeks warmed with yet another blush when he asked if she preferred to be punished. In all honesty, the thought had definitely appealed to her, but she wasn't about to admit that. He would just pick on her. "How am I supposed to know?" she countered. "I've never been punished." But Ollie liked it when she babbled and blushed. It was why he rarely missed an opportunity to tease her. He loved watching her get all flustered and embarrassed. He laughed when she said spanking him would be weird. In all honesty, he definitely preferred to play the dominant role, but it was still amusing to have her put it like that. Ollie's smirk grew a little when she answered his other question. "Did it turn you on when you read about her being spanked? Did you imagine what it would be like? Would you like to try it, baby?" He was teasing her, but he was half serious, too. He was always willing to do anything his girlfriend wanted and in all honesty, the idea of spanking his girlfriend definitely turned him on. Maybe weird was a stupid way to describe what she was thinking, but she simply couldn't think of another word. Strange? Awkward? Melia had told herself that she wasn't going to let him get to her… that she wasn't going to babble or blush. That is exactly what happened when he began to question her, though. A deep blush washed over her features when he asked if it had turned her on, and she immediately began to shake her head. It had turned her on, but she wasn't going to admit that. She didn't want him to think that she was a pervert, after all. "No," she answered quickly. "I mean… it made me curious… kinda… you know, a little curious… but not really. I definitely wasn't turned on, though… not like you're implying… I was just curious, you know… just curious… not remotely hor… not turned on at all." The questions that followed did nothing to relieve her blush. If anything, they aggravated it. She wanted to assure him that she hadn't imagined what it would be like to be spanked… that she had no interest in trying it with him. She would've had to lie, though, and with the way she'd just stammered through her last lie, she didn't think she could tell two more. "Why?" she answered his questions with a question of her own. "Is it something you would like to try? Not that you haven't already tried it… you probably have… because you're you… I just meant… with me… is it something you would like to try with me?" Ollie didn’t believe Melia’s attempts to claim she hadn’t been turned on for a second. The way she was blushing, the way she was babbling and stammering. A large grin moved over his face as it became obvious that she wasn’t being truthful with him. Smirking, he moved closer to his girlfriend. He discarded the book on her bed, no longer needing it at this point, as he started to close the distance between them. “I bet it did,” he countered, ignoring the way she’d tried to turn his question back on him. “I bet your panties are wet right now.” He couldn’t be positive that he was right. He couldn’t be absolutely sure she’d been that turned on. He knew she’d definitely liked it more than she’d let on, though, and if his hunch was right, he knew his words would cause her blush to deepen even further than it already had. Melia knew that there was no way he was going to believe her. She'd stuttered and stammered far too much for that. She could only hope that he would simply drop it… that he wouldn't push her to tell him the truth… that he would forget that he'd caught her reading erotica. Unfortunately, she knew that wasn't going to happen, either. He wasn't the type of guy that just dropped something like this… not when the alternative was picking on her until she was a babbling, blushing mess. "It didn't," she protested with another quick shake of her head. "I… It was just… it wasn't like…" Her words faded into silence when he wagered on the state of her panties, and she quickly closed her legs. He was right, but that was something else she didn't intend to admit. Of course, the deep blush that tinted her cheeks and ears probably removed the need for her to admit anything. "They are not!" she answered. "That's completely… no… my panties are… they're just fine…" She had definitely been that turned on by what she'd been reading. Again, though, she didn't want him to think that she was a pervert. Why would Ollie just drop this? What guy would? It wasn't very often that he got the chance to tease his girlfriend like this. He was enjoying it far too much to stop. "Oh, it was!" he guessed, grinning wickedly as he moved still closer. "It was exactly like that!" Melia wasn't a very good liar. She wasn't remotely convincing as she tried to tell him she hadn't been turned on by what she was reading. "I bet you're dripping," he speculated, his eyes dancing with amusement. He definitely intended to find out it he was right, of course, but he was going to enjoy her attempts to deny it just a little bit longer first. "It wasn't!" she protested adamantly with a sharp shake of her head. "I mean... I'm enjoying the story... I definitely want to finish it, but it wasn't like that. I'm not getting tur... horny from a book, Ollie! That's just... that's insane!" Melia clamped her legs tight together as Ollie slowly inched toward her. She knew that he was probably planning to check her panties... to find out for certain if she was lying, and though she definitely enjoyed it when he touched her, she didn't want him to find the truth. "I'm not, Ollie!" she continued to argue. "I'm not... and... and if I am, it's your fault. You were all kissing me and touching me... making me think that you wanted me... when you were really just after the book. So, if I am wet, it's your fault. It had nothing to do with that book... and it definitely nothing to do with that spanking scene... and... and... you can't prove me wrong!" Her insistence that the book hadn't turned her on probably gave her away, but she wasn't thinking about that. Instead, she was focused on convincing him, as well as herself, that she hadn't been aroused by what she'd been reading. She wasn't a pervert, after all. She was a good girl... a good Catholic girl... well, most of the time. At any rate, she definitely wasn't the kind of girl that wanted to be spanked. That was just... no. "I'll just bet you want to finish..." Ollie smirked, obviously quite pleased with himself. It was probably obvious that he was really enjoying himself at the moment. Maybe that made him a bad person, but he'd always enjoyed being able to tease Melia. This was how their friendship had started, in fact. He'd teased her and flirted with her, she'd tried to pretend she didn't like it... "You are," he countered. "You're turned on by that book and you know it." Ollie's kisses were good, certainly good enough to curl her toes, but he knew he was right. It was obvious in her very unconvincing attempts to claim otherwise. He smirked as he closed the distance between them and pushed his hand between her legs. "You know I'm right, baby," he murmured. "I know I'm right. I don't know why you're trying so hard to deny it." It hadn't seemed possible, but her blush brightened when he continued to tease her. She hadn't meant it like that. She wanted to finish the book because of the story… because it was interesting… because she wanted to see what happened to the main character. Her desire to read the rest of it had nothing to do with the… the sex scenes. At least, that's what she was telling herself. "I'm not," she insisted. "I mean… parts of it… maybe… but not like you're saying… I'm not… I'm not dripping because of some book." His kisses were beyond merely good. They were amazing… better than amazing. She could easily blame their brief embrace for whatever state her panties were in. As he said when he slipped his hand between her legs, though, they both knew the truth. Her heart began to pound in her chest when his hand moved between her legs. As much as she wanted to let him touch her, she caught his hand between her thighs. "What are you doing?" she questioned as though she didn't know. "Of course you're not, baby." Ollie's tone, alone, would have been enough to tell Melia he didn't really believe her, but his smirk served to betray his thoughts, as well. He was amused by her denials, but they both knew he didn't believe them. "Don't you want me to touch you?" he asked when she began to question what he was doing. He was strong enough, of course, to force his hand between her legs. He would much rather she part them for him willingly, though. "I could help you... finish," he continued to coax in a teasing tone if voice. He knew that particular tone of voice would cause her to blush further, but that was kind of the point. Well that and the fact that he was pretty sure she was more than a little wet. Could he be blamed for wanting to dip his fingers into her and find out just how aroused she was? All teasing aside, he wanted her. He always did. Melia didn't know what was worse, his insistence that she had been aroused by what she'd read or the taunting tone in his voice when he agreed that she hadn't been. "I'm not!" she countered with another adamant shake of her head. "I'm… I'm not!" Her gaze locked with his when he asked if she wanted him to touch her. That wasn't fair. She always wanted him to touch her. Even now. She simply didn't want him to help him prove his point. Just as he'd said, she was practically dripping. If he was able to confirm that, she would never hear the end of it. "You know I do," she breathed, her voice just above a whisper. "You know I always do." Another bright blush washed over her features when he offered to help her finish. That wasn't what she'd meant when she'd chosen that particular word. She had no hope of convince him of that fact, though. Her legs opened slightly. He still couldn't press his fingers to her center without using a little bit of force, but it was obvious that he was very close to winning this battle. "I think you might be protesting just a little too much." Ollie's smirk didn't falter. If anything, it grew. He couldn't help it. The more she tried to deny it, the more convinced he was that she was lying. While he definitely wanted to prove his point, Ollie also really wanted to touch his girlfriend. He couldn't help himself. She always responded perfectly to his touch. He could already hear the way she would moan when he slid his fingers into her depths. "Come on, baby. Let me touch you," he urged as he gentle pushed at the insides of her thighs. "You know I can make you feel so good..." "I'm… not…" she murmured one last time. Melia knew that he was right. She knew that she was only confirming her guilt each and every time she insisted that she hadn't been turned on by what she'd read. She couldn't help it, though. She didn't want him to think that she was a pervert. She didn't want to admit that she was a pervert. Her willpower faded when he gently coaxed her to open her legs for him. "You're such a cheater," she breathed in response to his urging. "Such a cheater." She knew that she was going to regret this. How could she not when this was going to lead to her being teased mercilessly. She opened her legs for him, though, granting him the access he desired. Ollie didn't think she was a pervert. There was nothing wrong with liking porn, in his opinion. He was amused by the fact that she was obviously trying to hide it, but he didn't thing there was anything wrong with her being turned on by what she'd been reading. "Am not," he argued softly. "It's really not my fault you can't resist me." He might have been teasing her, but that didn't mean he didn't really want to touch her. Ollie always wanted Melia, even if he also wanted to prove a point. Ollie's groaned when his fingertips grazed the damp material between her clothes. "Guh, you're so wet." he wasted no time pushing her panties aside so he could stroke over her slit. "So hot, so wet, so perfect," he chanted. He was sure to start teasing her again eventually, but at the moment he was far too lost in how much he wanted her. In all honesty, Melia didn't see anything wrong with watching porn... reading it, either. It was seriously against her religion, of course, but she didn't think that it was wrong. Well... not really. She did, however, think that there was something wrong with being turned on by spanking. Which is what had aroused her. The whipping and bondage... the incessant teasing. She couldn't explain it, but it had seriously turned her on. "Are so," she murmured distractedly. A quiet groan built within her chest when his fingers brushed over the damp material between her legs, and she reached out to grip his arm. "Oh my gosh," she breathed when his fingers pushed around her panties and stroked directly over her. "Oh my gosh, Ollie." Despite the way that she was clinging to him, it was obvious that she wasn't trying to stop him. If anything, her hold on him should've been seen as an encouragement. She definitely enjoyed it when he touched her, after all, and it was rare for her to want him to stop touching her. Ollie didn't see anything wrong with any of it. Sex was sex and your individual kinks were your own business and no one else's, as far as he was concerned. Ollie pushed a set of fingers into her depths at her encouragement and he groaned loudly. A moment later, he was pulling her into a deep kiss to muffle the sounds they were making. "Tell me, baby," he gasped when he pulled out of the kiss a moment later. "Tell me how much you liked it when he punished her. Tell me how much it turned you on." She opened her legs even further when his fingers began to tease over her slit. Mere moments ago, she'd been hesitant to give into this… hesitant to let him touch her. Right now, though, she couldn't think of a single reason that she should have resisted. She gasped loudly when his fingers slipped into her depths, when they curled just right. Her hold on his arm tightened. Her fingernails bit into his skin. "Ollie… gosh..." she breathed once again. Her mouth fused to his when he urged her into a deep kiss. She always strived to make as little noise as possible, but at the moment, that was more important than ever. Her older brother was in the other room, after all, and she didn't want him to know what they were doing. She didn't think he would throw a fit, not like he would have when she was younger, but she wouldn't have wanted to hear him if their positions were reversed. The noises she made were muffled by the movement of their lips and tongues, and when he pulled back, she bit her bottom lip roughly. It was a struggle to remain silent, but she managed well enough. "Uh uh…" Melia shook her head when he asked her to tell him how much she'd been turned on by what she'd read. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him, but this… admitting that she'd liked it so, so much… she couldn't. She didn't want him to see how much of a pervert she really was. Ollie loved the way Melia reacted to him. He loved the way she moaned and writhed under his touch. He loved the way her nails dug into his skin and the way she said his name as his fingers curled expertly inside her. Ollie was very, very good at this, he knew, and that confidence showed as his fingers worked within her. "Tell me," he repeated firmly as be began to pull his fingers from her depths. Yes, he knew exactly what he was doing. No, he didn't care if he was cheating. He knew she'd been turned on by what she'd been reading and he was determined to make her admit it. Very, very good didn't even come close to describing just how good his was with his hands… his fingers… his everything. Her back bowed as he continued to work her over, and her legs opened even wider. She pressed her free hand into the mattress, physically forcing herself to remain upright as she fought to silence the moan that rumbled in her chest. Once again, she shook her head when he commanded her to tell him that she'd been turned on by what she'd read. His request was completely forgotten when he began to pull his fingers from her center, though. She groaned loudly in protest, and her hold on his arm tightened even further. It was almost as if she thought she could force him to keep touching her. "Ollie…" she whimpered pathetically. "Don't… don't stop, baby… please don't stop..." Ollie smirked at the obvious way Melia responded to his touch. He loved the he could pull such reactions from her. He loved watching how easily she could get lost in his touch. Melia was always sexy, but he couldn't help thinking she was especially alluring in moments like these. Ollie genuinely couldn't get enough of her. He was willing to pretend to be unaffected if it was going to get him what he wanted, though, and he held his ground as she began to beg. "Tell me," he repeated. His fingers stilled, still inside her, though just barely, as he gave his demand again. "I know you liked it, baby. Tell me how much you liked it. Tell me how reading it made you feel." It was wrong, but he wanted her to admit it enough that he was willing to do just about anything. Not to mention, he kind of enjoyed teasing her like this, making her beg for it. He couldn't explain why, but just hearing her plead with him made his own arousal that much greater. Melia didn't think that anyone could blame her for becoming lost in his touch. He was quite skilled, after all. So skilled, in fact, that he was capable of making a girl forget her own name if that was what he wanted to do. Sometimes, especially in moments like this, she wished that she wasn't as affected by his touch, but those thoughts usually faded once she was in his arms. She whimpered pathetically when he, once again, insisted that she tell him how the book had made her feel. That... wasn't fair. He was cheating. He was using this against her, and that… really wasn't fair. "And if I don't…" she breathed, her hold on him becoming even tighter. "You just… you're going to stop if I don't?" It was no secret that she was incredibly naive, but she just couldn't believe that he would do that… that he would just stop if she didn't do what he wanted her to do. Whether Ollie would really go through with what he was suggesting remained to be seen. He wasn’t usually this manipulative. He certainly wasn’t selfish enough to really leave her hanging. It wasn’t like he didn’t want her just as badly as she wanted him. “Maybe,” he teased. He hadn’t pulled his fingers out of her. He’d just stopped moving them. “Or would you rather I spanked you?” he murmured. His voice was low and teasing and another smirk moved over his features. The idea had just popped into his head, but he couldn’t help thinking it was a pretty brilliant one. After all, he was sure she’d enjoyed reading about the princesses punishments in the book he’d caught her with. If he couldn’t get her to admit to that, he could at least enjoy her reaction to the suggestion that he “punish” her in a similar manner. "Olllllllie…" she whined. "You… you wouldn't…" There was a brief moment of hesitation before she added a little quieter, "Would you?" Melia didn't want to believe that he would do that… that he would just… stop touching her. A part of her was worried that he would, though. He'd never had trouble teasing her, after all, and she didn't expect him to suddenly develop a conscience. A very bright blush washed over her features when he suggested that he spank her instead. While the though most definitely appealed to her, she shook her head in protest. As far as she was concerned, admitting that she wanted him to spank her was worse than admitting that she'd been turned on while reading the book. "Come on, baby," she breathed in spite of the color in her cheeks and ears. "You know you want me…" "I do want you, but that's entirely beside the point." Ollie couldn't explain exactly why he wanted her to admit how turned on she'd been by the book she'd been reading, but he did. He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted her, but he was willing to play dirty to get his way. "You know you liked it, baby." he coaxed, very slowing curling his fingers within her depths once more. "You know I could make you feel so good if you'd just admit it. Melia groaned softly when he agreed that he wanted her only to dismiss those feelings. They were beside the point... unimportant. He wanted her, but it could wait. His willpower had always been stronger than hers, and while she didn't want to believe he would follow through with his threat, she knew that he was more than capable of doing so. She gasped and moaned when his fingers curled inside of her once more. He wasn't lying. He could make her feel so very good. She only needed to admit that she had been enjoying the book. "Okay," she breathed softly, her face turned so that she didn't have to look him in the eye. "I was enjoying the book... I was really enjoying the book." That wasn't exactly what he wanted her to admit, but she hoped that was close enough. That definitely wasn't close enough. She'd already admitted that she was enjoying it. "It made you wet, didn't it, picturing these things he was doing to her," he pressed further. Once again, he curled his fingers just right within her depths before pausing. "It made you think about what it would feel like to be punished like that. Tell me how it made you feel baby. Tell me how much it turned you on." It really should be obvious that Ollie wasn't remotely judging her for liking the book. If anything, hearing about how much she liked it was going to turn him on. A bright, hot blush flooded her features when he pushed for her to elaborate. Her entire face felt as though it was on fire... her ears and neck and shoulders, too. He was right. The book had made her wet... made her wonder what it would be like to be laid across his knee and spanked until her bottom was swollen and tender. It was difficult for her to admit that, though, and she buried her face in the side of his neck as she answered. "Yes... so wet..." She paused and swallowed hard. "Made me wonder what it would feel like for... for you to... to... spank me..." Melia didn't think that Ollie would judge her. He wouldn't do something like that. She was afraid of admitting the truth because of the way she judged herself. Ollie grinned triumphantly when she admitted to it, finally. He'd know it all along, of course, but there was something about hearing her say it that he enjoyed and he couldn't help smirking as he brushed his fingers over her jaw. "I'll be happy to satisfy that curiosity for you, baby..." He wasn't going to do it right this second, though. Instead, he began to work his fingers inside her a little more diligently. After all, he knew how desperately she must want to get off if she was giving in so easily and telling him what he wanted to hear. Not that he blamed her. His fingers were quite skilled. He'd get to satisfying her curiosity in a moment. Right now, though, he intended to stop teasing her and give her what she wanted. |