Ask Me Questions Novels & Stories

Then he leaned over my back still moving inside me and said right in my ear “I’m gonna ask you a question right now and you better answer fast or I’ll spank that pretty ass so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow.” I was still catching my breath from how deep he was. “What question?” He thrust hard once. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” “Yeah obviously,” I snapped back quick. He chuckled. “Good girl. That’s one. Now here’s the deal. I’m asking you ten questions total while I’m inside you. Answer right away no thinking no wasting time or you get spanked for each one you miss. Got it?” I nodded fast because I was already turned on and a little scared and a lot excited. “Fine. Ask.”

It’ѕ tеllіng me to аѕk mоrе questions; fіnd оut mоrе; do more; think mоrе. I’m just оn the verge оf fіgurіng it out. Thеrе’ѕ nо wау I’m giving uр nоw. The nerve of thе guy is аѕtоundіng. I ѕhаkе mу hеаd аnd open mу purse, I’m іnѕtіnсtіvеlу looking fоr lірѕtісk that’s nоt thеrе anymore. I need to think аbоut whаt’ѕ nеxt.

He asked. “Well,” I said. “It's not about whether or not you ask questions as much as how polite you are when asking them. Getting too personal with someone you don’t know is a recipe for foul things to come. Ask her about her favorite color, what kind of music or food she likes, and if she chooses to share something that's one thing. However, don't pry. If she shows you something she can do, you can ask, but I don't want you boys bombarding her about all of the things you wonder if she can do because I don't even think she has all the answers and it’s rude." I told them.

She’s going to ask questions…questions I won’t know how to answer. Shit.

Claire is going to have a lot of questions for me *********

I asked. ****

But instead, she asks a question that takes me by surprise. “Do you love me?” What?

Volume returning to normal, he asked, “How are you? Are you okay?” My brow furrowed, my eyes narrowing as I tried to work out what the hell was happening right now. “I’m fine, thanks. Why? Shouldn’t I be?” “Isn’t it a customary when calling someone to ask how they are?” Aaaand the dick was back. But not for long, it seemed. “I’m sorry, Marissa. Forgive me, it’s been a long day.” Yeah, he was telling me. “That’s okay. How are you?”

‘Don’t ask questions, can you do it? ‘Yes, I can.’ the person replied after a few seconds. ‘Good.’

"What will you do?" "Ring Monika." "Have you her number?" "On my phone." "Where is it?" "In the kitchen." Convenient. "Can you remember the number without your phone?" I noticed a hint of a smirk and knew she was playing with me. "I'm going to ask you some questions, Victoria. It's not a test, but I just need you to concentrate." She nods. "What day is today?" "Tuesday." "What is the date?" "The eighteenth." "It's the third. What month?"