Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Cameron rolls his eyes. “I’m getting a double.” He heads to the bar.
“Your curls better not get any girls over there,” I call after him.
He shakes his head as he disappears.
Cameron
I sit on the sofa next to Owen as he does his mother’s hair. She’s sitting on the floor in front of him and he’s concentrating so hard as he plays hairdresser.
Ashley is screwing up her face in pain at the torturous hairdressing procedures she’s enduring, and I smile before I take a sip of my drink.
Who knew this would be my ideal Friday night?
Who had any fucking idea that this would make me happy?
I’m wearing pyjamas, watching the ball game, while my girlfriend gets her hair pulled out by our kid.
I shake my head in surprise. This is the biggest curveball of my life.
Owen struggles with a hair tie as he tries to put it into a ponytail, and Ashley’s head gets pulled back again. “Ouch, Owen. You’re hurting me,” she whimpers as she puts her hand on her hair.
I giggle and wink at Owen before I lean over and grab five strands of hair and tug on them hard.
“Ouuuuch,” she cries. “This is getting ridiculous.”
Owen giggles and I reach over, grab her hair and yank it again.
“Ahhh. Owen! This is the worst hairdressing salon of all time.”
I bite my lip to stop my laugh, and Owen puts his little hand over his mouth as he giggles.
I grab it again and yank hard, and this time she screams and turns quickly, catching me out.
“Cameron!” she shrieks.
I laugh and Owen holds up his closed fist for me to bump it with mine.
Ashley stands and puts her hands on her hips. “That bloody hurt, you know?’
I smile as I look up at her. Two lopsided pig tails sit high on her head.
I raise an eyebrow. “You look like a naughty school girl.”
“With a very sore head.” She frowns as she rubs her scalp.
“Next time Dad’s getting his hair done,” she murmurs as she disappears into the bathroom.
I lie in bed and read the news on my phone.
Owen is asleep in the other room and Ashley has just gotten out of the shower. I’m dreading her and Owen going out with Andrew for the day tomorrow, but I’m trying to be the bigger person and not let it get to me. She comes around the corner from the bathroom and I drop my phone in awe.
Two sexy, high pigtails hang over her naked shoulders. The only thing she’s wearing is my work tie. She looks fucking edible.
“I’m here for detention, sir,” she breathes sexily as her eyes hold mine.
I feel my cock twitch with appreciation. “Come in, Ashley, and close the door behind you,” I reply calmly. “Lock it.”
She smirks and turns to close the door behind her. Once she’s locked it, she comes and stands in front of me. She fidgets with her fingers in front of her as she pretends to be nervous.
“You know the consequences of acting up in class?” I ask.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
“What are they?” I ask.
“I have to let you punish me, sir.”
My body starts to buzz. “Do you know what your punishment will be today?”
She shakes her head shyly as she acts along.
I pull the blankets back and show her my hard cock. Her eyes widen as if scared.
I smile darkly. “You need to get up here and ride this cock, Ashley,” I whisper.
She widens her eyes as she pretends to be scared.
“That’s what happens to naughty girls in my class.”
She should probably really be scared, because this is off the charts.
“How will I do that, sir?” she whispers.
“I will show you.”
“Will it hurt?” she whispers.
I nod. “For a little while, yes.”
She frowns as she thinks. “What are the other options for punishment, sir?”
My eyes hold hers. “You either get on top of me...” I lick my lips as I imagine it. “Or I fuck your ass. The choice is yours.”
Her eyes widen and she frowns as she contemplates her decision.
Oh… please let me fuck your ass, baby. My body starts to really come to life at the thought of how hot and tight that would be.
“What will it be?” I ask with a raised brow.
“I’ll ride, sir,” she whispers.
“Good girl.” I smile and pat my lap. “Straddle me now.”
She walks over to me.
“Kneel on the bed next to me and throw one leg over.”
She slowly does as she’s told, and I smile.
“Up on your knees so I can feel you.”
She rises onto her knees above me and I run my fingers through her sex.
Dripping wet.
“You’re looking forward to this punishment today, Ashley?” I breathe.
I can smell her and I inhale deeply as she intoxicates my bloodstream.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
Her naked body sits inches away from my mouth, but I hold my tongue and start to slide my fingers through her glistening lips, pushing them into her sex.