Chapter 56
Ford
Genevieve’s warm hazel eyes flare with rebellion, and when she doesn’t move, I grip her by the back of the neck with one hand and shove her forward until her face is mere inches from her reflection.
Her palms slam against the countertop as she catches herself, my gaze snagging on the glittering diamonds of the eternity band on her left hand.
Damn, she looks stunning with my ring. She’s been wearing it every day, and I’m beginning to think it might not be to keep up appearances, but maybe that’s optimistic.
My other hand trails down her spine as I memorize the ridge of each vertebra. She’s divine, the personification of power and desire. She looks like a dream, my dream.
As much as I want to, I won’t fuck her for the first time like this: quick and dirty over the counter in a public bathroom. She should be worshipped on a golden throne constructed from the teeth of those who have wronged her. While I can’t give her that, I can grant her the respect she deserves.
With her palms planted on the countertop, her rounded ass rolls against my groin, and my cock throbs behind my tuxedo trousers, but I won’t be getting any relief. This isn’t about me.
Her pupils dilate in the mirror, her plump crimson lips hitched into a smirk. We slot together effortlessly like finally finding the missing key to a lock after years of searching.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the center of her spine, and she releases a contented sigh. Our eyes collide in the reflection and the reverence that stares back simultaneously hardens and softens me inside, but she says nothing.
I hold her attention as I gather her skirt, hiking it up over her ass, holding the fabric in one hand at the base of her spine. As I expose her, I rub a hand over my mouth and jaw, swallowing hard as I tighten my grip on her dress.
Holy fuck. She’s flawless in every way; she’s mine.
“Are you going to kiss it, or are you only planning to look?” she quips, shifting her weight. Was she expecting this? Is that why she opted to forego panties?
“Don’t be a brat, Genevieve. It doesn’t suit you.” I bring my hand down on the unmarred porcelain globe of her ass hard, and she jolts forward. There’s no denying that I want to do far fucking more than spank her. “Spread your legs wider.”
When she complies, I groan, my free hand coasting up the inside of her thigh until I reach her core. I lean forward until my mouth is at her ear, our gazes connected in the reflective glass in front of us. “Ask me for help.”
“No.” Her nostrils flare, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths that fog up the mirror a little.
Sliding two fingers over her cunt, I find her thoroughly aroused, and I hum. “That’s okay. You will.”
“No, I won’t.” She frowns, making me chuckle into her ear, my chest vibrating.
“If you want to come, you will.” I thrust my two fingers into her soaked pussy, and she cries out, her mouth falling open and eyes flaring.
After a few slow, methodical pumps, I curl my fingers, and she groans, her knuckles curling against the counter. “Fuck, Ford.”
Finding her clit with my other hand, I work the nerve endings until she’s a mess of unintelligible words and breathy moans. She rolls her hips, and I cease my movements, making her whimper. “Dolls don’t own their pleasure, and you’re a perfect little doll, aren’t you, Gen?”
Her eyebrows pinch, but she stills her hips. Slowly, I pull my fingers from her center and drive them back in. Repeating the motion, I order, “Answer me honestly and you’ll get what you’re so needy for.”
A whine creeps up her throat as she gnaws on her bottom lip. Just when I think she won’t answer me, she mutters, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I slap her clit, making her squeak.
“Yes, Sir.” Goddamn. I nearly come, but I refuse to spill myself anywhere but inside her.
She squeaks when I pinch her clit softly, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. I smirk, riding the heady high of her obedience. “That’s it,” I praise her. “Obedience makes you wet.”
Her cunt flutters around my fingers, her back arching as she moans, her eyelids slamming shut. I finger-fuck her in earnest, and just when I think she’s about to come, I demand, “Ask me for help.”
I slap her clit again as her eyes fly open and lock onto mine.
“There’s only one way you get to come, and that’s after you ask me for help.
” Her head lolls to the side as my middle finger strokes the wad of nerves deep within her.
“I’ll edge you for weeks, watch you cry as I deny you over and over again, if that’s what it takes, but in the end, you will ask me for help. ”
“I need…” she trails off as I push her closer to the edge. Likely fighting a war within her mind, she shakes her head. “Oh, fuck.”
“You belong to me. Your pleasure is mine to control, your pain is mine to possess. There’s only one way to earn what you want tonight.”
The intoxicating scent of Sakura and sex fills the bathroom, mingling with the sound of Genevieve’s ragged breathing.
“Please, Ford,” she begs breathily. “Will you…help me?”
“It’d be an honor.” I rub her clit then, my other fingers still buried in her cunt. She screws her eyes shut as the wave of rapture floods her and she tenses all over. “Come for me.”
She unravels, crying out my name loudly enough that anyone on the other side of the door can surely hear her, even over the sound of the orchestra. Riding the wave of pleasure, her inner walls pulse around my fingers briefly before relaxing as she floods my hand, squirting all over the tile.
Genevieve goes limp as she catches her breath, and I wrap an arm around her waist, using my body to hold her up as I reluctantly remove my hand from between her perfect thighs.
“Such a needy, messy doll, coating my hand in your cum,” I murmur into her ear, making her whimper as her eyes flutter open.
“Ford, I—”
“Soaked the floor?” I finish for her, a smirk on my lips. “Yeah, you did. Sexy as fuck.”
She titters, the sound somewhere between breathy amusement and a moan. She looks beautiful like this: relaxed and undone. Mine.
The truth of the matter is that I’ve been dreaming of this woman for damn near two decades, and I’ll never be able to get enough of her now that she’s in my grasp.
Lifting my hand to my mouth, I suck her slick arousal from my fingers, our eyes tied together by an invisible cord. Lashes fluttering, she inhales sharply. “Damn, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is.”
I’m not sure whether she meant to say that aloud, but I smile around my digits all the same. With a satisfied groan, I remove them, releasing her at the same time, the fabric of her dress falling around her legs in a rippling cascade.
My hands find her hips as I turn her to face me. “Now, are you going to explain what the fuck you’re up to tonight?”
Indecision slides over her gaze like a lens, but it’s brief, disappearing as her throat moves on a swallow.
Placing her faith in me, the man who had her arrested, must be difficult, but it won’t be misplaced, no matter what she might fear.
I meant what I said. I want the opportunity to go to war, to bleed, for her.
“I’ll tell you, but not here.” Her gaze shifts around the room, before she adds quietly, “Not like this.”
Dipping my chin, relief flows through my veins like a river that’s just been undammed. “Go find Drake. I’ll catch up to you.”
I rub at my erection, attempting to force it to dissipate, though I know there’s a slim chance of that happening with a puddle of Gen’s cum on the floor.
There’s no fucking way I’m walking through this party with my cock as hard as it is.
I need a moment to collect myself and will the throbbing to abate.
When her eyes dip to my crotch, her lips arc into a lecherous smile, one that’s oozing with confidence as she slips past me, striding the few steps for the door.
She flips the lock, wrapping her fingers around the doorknob, and glances back at me one last time, her gaze sparkling in the warm lights from the sconces.