MerAdd Oneshots

Already? Do I have that much of an effect on you?

Part two to the previously posted chapter 'Kitten'.

I was anxious to get home after work. Addison would be coming with me (literally and figuratively) and I was excited, but also nervous. I was unsure of how everything would play out once the time came to actually get down to business.

"Are you ready to go, pet?" I ask her, my voice low in her ear. I see the goosebumps rise on her neck, and smirk at the effect I have on her.

"Yes ma'am" she whispers, looking down obediently.

"Good girl"

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When we get to my house, I'm very casual. I know how worked up she is from the subtle touches I'd been giving her and the way I rubbed her leg on the drive home. But I want to see just how long she can go before snapping.

The second we get inside and the door is firmly shut, I pull her into me and snake a hand up her skirt, letting my fingers graze her wet panties. She gasps loudly, but leans into my touch regardless. I don't touch her long, just a few gentle strokes to feel her slickness on my skin.

"Already? I muse, pulling my hand up to my mouth "do I have that much of an effect on you?" I watch as she struggles to form words for a coherent response as I pop my fingers in my mouth and suck them clean. "You taste good, my pet. Be patient, and you'll get exactly what you want"

Without a word from her, I pull away and act natural, as if a switch has been flipped and I'm no longer the dominant I present myself as when with her. I knew my acting casual would drive her even more wild.

"Do you want something to drink?" I ask, dropping my bag at the door and putting my keys on the table. I go over to take her coat, and graze my hand across her ass as I gently tug it off and hang it up for her.

"N-no thanks" she says, swallowing. She almost looks like she's seen a ghost, and I'm certain I don't need to touch her much to get a reaction. She hadn't had good sex in quite some time, so it seemed.

"I'm thirsty, I think I'll get some water" I say, and she follows me into the kitchen. Slowly, as slow as I can be, I pour up a glass of cold water and I watch as her eyes zoom in on my wet lips wrapping around the edge of the cup. She's growing restless.

I put the glass down on the counter, and in two strides, I'm pulling her close so I can plant open mouthed kisses on her neck. My mouth was cold from the water, and I knew this added a sensation she enjoyed. She tried so hard to be quiet, gripping the counter behind her with her eyes clenched shut.

"Take your shirt off" I almost don't recognize my own voice, it's rough and sensual, pure bedroom voice if there ever was one. Silently and compliantly, she unbuttons her shirt and abandons it in a pool at her feet.

"Bra too" it's a demand, not an option. And while she seemed hesitant at first, one hand eventually snaked around to unclasp the back, and the black lace joined her blouse in a heap on the floor.

Wordlessly, I grabbed the glass of water and poured a small bit on her shoulder, watching as it cascaded down her chest, down her breasts, down her stomach. The gasp was audible as the cool liquid made contact with warm skin, and I was rewarded with two hardened nipples.

Without missing a beat, I was licking the water off of her shoulder, licking down her chest and down her breasts. Teasing her nipples, I let my teeth scrape over one before pulling it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it the same way I would with candy, before releasing with a pop to offer equal treatment to the other.