Chapter 41
You have a mouth on you, little girl
Kazimir
Igive Harley a head start.
I need to calm the beast raging inside me.
My cock is so fucking hard, I’d have to adjust myself to make it across the lounge. I didn’t expect I’d get into role playing this much and I sure as hell didn’t expect to be this turned on.
Harley swings her tempting hips left to right as she sashays out of the lounge.
She stops and peeks over her shoulder.
Oh yeah, my eyes are glued to that fine ass.
She flashes me a smile and resumes her mission.
I turn around, pull out my Black American Express card, and flag the waitress.
The few minutes it takes me to settle the bill is enough to slow my erratic heartbeat and give my dick a chance to behave.
Considering I haven’t had sex in months, I should pace myself.
I stand, adjust my suit, and make my way to our suite.
I slide my keycard into the door and open it.
Harley is standing there, looking every bit the goddess she is, truly dazzling in this shade of blue.
It’s taken me a year to turn an obsession that was a fantasy into reality.
“Good thing you accepted my invitation,” I say, “I was this close from throwing you on top of that bar, ripping your panties to shreds, and giving you what we both know you need, with an audience to witness the debauchery.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Who says I’m wearing panties?”
She got me there. “Are you telling me you’ve been commando this whole time?”
“I love lingerie way too much to go commando. I always wear underwear… unless a man with a big dick is giving me a good pounding. In an instance like that, I’d forgo panties in a heartbeat.”
I approach her. “Seems like I showed up just in time.”
“Most men have a distorted view of their cock. They think it’s much bigger than it is. Funny how an nine-inch cock is really only five or six inches.”
I slide a hand around her waist, and pull her towards me.
She sucks in a breath.
I grab her hand and bring it to the bulge between my legs. “You tell me if I have a distorted view of how big my dick is.”
She closes her small hand around my cock, and I groan.
“You weren’t lying when you said you’re packing.”
“Why would I waste your time or mine?”
She stares up at me, amusement twinkling in her eyes. “I’ve never met a guy with such supreme confidence.”
“Let’s make this evening about your re-education.”
“I hope I can keep up.”
“I’m guessing you’ll be an excellent student.”
“I’m ready to start my lesson, sir.”
“You already get an A for enthusiasm.”
“I want to get an A+ in all the subjects.”
I’m feeding off her, but this woman is an incredible actress.
“First thing first, let’s make sure your lingerie passes the test,” I say. “From the moment you sat next to me, I’ve never wanted X-ray vision superpowers so bad in my life.”
She pulls away from me and does a little shoulder shimmy, pulls off her top, drops it on the console table, and slides one hand under her bra.
What is she doing?
She flashes me a transparent patch I don’t recognize. “Wardrobe tape to hide my nipples.” She slides her hand under the other cup. “No way am I walking around in a see-through bra and a silk top.”
My cock twitches at the sight of her pretty nipples scratching against the barely-there fabric of her pale-blue bra.
“The moment I saw this bra, I had to buy it for tonight.”
I suspect she’s no longer in character, but I don’t give a damn.
“I want to see the panties,” I say.
“So far, does the lingerie pass the test?”
“I can’t give you a definite mark until I see the panties.”
“Someone is demanding.”
“Get used to it.”
She undoes the sash at her waist and removes the skirt, revealing a cock-hardening combo.
Jesus Christ.
I squint. “Not that I’m an expert when it comes to garter belts, but don’t you usually need hosiery?”
“Agent Provocateur has garter belts without suspenders. Perfect for the summer.”
I respond with a slow nod as I take in all of her.
The way her aureole poke through the fabric, the high cut of the panties, and the garter belt that acts like a tease. Harley looks like a fucking lingerie model with this combo that showcases her delectable curves.
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “You said you wanted me to knock your socks off. It was a bit expensive—”
“My socks just flew out of the room,” I say.
She grins. “I’ve never owned Agent Provocateur before… I wanted to buy something you’d find…”
“Sexy enough for me to wanna rip it off you with my teeth?”
“Yes.”
There’s a touch of shyness in that answer.
I approach her, grab the skirt she’s still holding in her hand, and toss it on the console table.
Big green eyes stare up at me.
“There’s a change of plans.”
She frowns. “I don’t follow.”
“Although this is the type of underwear I’d want nothing more than to rip off your body, they’re way too fucking hot for me to destroy, or allow you to remove them.” I run a finger down the length of her arm to her wrist.
Her pupils dilate.
I clasp both her wrists in one of my hands.
The sudden move causes her to gasp.
Holding her arms behind her back with one hand, I lower my head until my mouth skims along her jawline and down the column of her neck, my warm breath making her shiver.
Needing more, I drop a kiss against the side of her neck, before trailing my tongue in a languorous motion, down to her collar bone and her shoulders.
A whimper escapes from her.
My lips explore the soft skin of her chest, peppering kisses along the swell of her plump tits.
She inhales a sharp breath.
My free hand travels to her tit, my thumb rubbing her nipple through the sheer material.
“Glad you didn’t skimp on the underwear.”
“They were ridiculously overpriced.”
“Worth every fucking penny.”
My finger dips inside the cup of her bra, teasing her pebbled nipple, before pushing the material to the side and lowering my head, flicking my tongue at her peak.
Her breath catches and she arches her back.
I give her more of what she needs and suck her flesh into my mouth.
She arches even more. “God, yes.”
My hand glides down her stomach, stopping when my fingers find the elastic of her panties and pause there.
She squirms.
I travel a little lower, covering her pussy with my hand. “So wet for me.”
She rocks her hips against my hand, as if desperate for me to shove my fingers inside her.
I slap her pussy.
She jerks and cries out.
I do it again.
“Holy fuck. What was that for?”
“I didn’t give you permission to seek pleasure. You need to learn to be a good girl.”
She blinks. “What do you expect when you’re doing these things to me?”
“I expect you to wait for my order.”
She stares at me, dazed, panting.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her that’s how we played the game last week, but I don’t want to break with character.
“You follow my commands and you get rewarded,” I say. “You don’t, you can go back to your place and play with BOB.”
“I’ve had enough of BOB. I want you.”
I bring my mouth to her earlobe. “Good answer.” I let go of her arms then surprise her by picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder.
She yelps. “Oh my God, put me down, caveman.”
Slap!
“Stop wiggling.”
“You animal.”
“What the hell did you expect when you wear provocative underwear? It’s your fault if my cock is threatening to break my zipper.”
First thing Monday, I need to buy every lingerie item in her size from Agent Provocateur.
Laughter breaks from her lips as I stride towards the bed.
I toss her onto her back on the mattress.
All laughter subsides.
She stares up at me wide eyed.
“What?”
“You look like the big bad wolf who’s about to devour me.”
“And you’re going to enjoy every second of it.”
She rewards me with a cheeky smile.
I kneel at her feet, grab one foot into my hands, and place it on my leg.
I do quick work of the strap around her ankle and remove one heel.
Thump.
“I’d love nothing more than to fuck you in these, but as sexy as they are, they’re going to get in the way.”
“What do you have in store for me?”
“The only thing you need to know is that you’re going to experience more pleasure during this evening than you ever did with your ex-boyfriend and every other idiot that preceded him.”
Her eyes sparkle.
I remove her other shoe.
I massage her heel, then the ball of her foot. “You have beautiful feet.”
She wiggles her toes, painted in bright red. “You mean, I have tiny feet.”
“One doesn’t negate the other.” I bring her foot to my lips and kiss it.
I shift my focus to her other foot, showering it with as much attention.
“Are you one of those guys who has a foot fetish?” She arches a brow. “If so, I should know.”
“If I said I did, are you going to tell me you can make me come by stroking my cock with your feet? If you’re proficient in that party trick, then yeah, I have a foot fetish.”
She tilts back on the mattress and laughs. “The world has no idea you’re that hilarious,” she says.
“Nah. I only share that side of me with people who are”—Special. What the fuck is happening to you, Lindstrom?—“with the bubbly sex pot I met downstairs.”
“Lucky me.” Her smile is brighter than the sun.
I need to keep this evening on track.
I shrug out of my jacket and place it on the bed. The shirt is next. I fidget with the cufflinks and remove them.
She holds a hand out.
“Good girl.” I drop them in her open palm.
She gets on all fours and walks up the bed to drop them on the nightstand, giving me a hellava view. As she returns to the foot of the bed, I bend down to unlace my shoes.
“I’ll do it.” Her gaze lifts up to meet mine. “If you give me permission to touch you, that is.”
“You’re fucking perfect.” I adopt a military stance. “Permission granted.”
She slides to the carpeted floor and proceeds to undo my shoelaces.
I step out of my shoes.
“Can I remove your socks?”
I cock a brow. “Say please.”
“Can I please remove your socks?”
I nod.
I place a hand on her shoulder for balance.
She tucks each sock in a shoe.
“Can I please remove your pants?”