Chapter 10
orange you glad i want your banana?
Emerald
saturday night
He encouraged me to lead the way, but instead his large hand encases mine as he guides me through the crowded halls. My stomach flips while I admire his tall frame, careful not to misstep as we near the end of the hall to wait for the elevator.
The doors open to an empty car and we step inside, hiding off in the back corner with his hand in mine. I close my eyes in silent prayer, thankful we have the space to ourselves and are moments from release.
The doors shut, silencing the soft music and murmurs on the other side while amplifying my nervous thoughts. When he requested I wear emerald tonight, I opted for something cheeky and can only hope it’s received well.
Finally, a freak in practice.
The emerald gemstone plug in my ass teeters at my restraint, succeeding in edging me further as I breathe through the increasing need to be touched by him. I recall the tiny remote stashed in my bra and contemplate on the right time to reveal it.
I’m not just a good girl, I’m simply an overachiever, destined to be the best girl.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, breaking the silence.
“You,” I breathe, staring up at him.
“What about me? Use your words, baby.”
Calling me “baby” is diabolical right now, and he has no idea.
“I’m thinking about being alone with you and…” I trail off, reaching into my bra to retrieve the small green remote. “This,” I add, placing it in his free hand.
His eyes bounce between the remote and me, raising a brow in realization.
“What’s this for, Emmy?”
“You should find out,” I taunt.
“Your moans are reserved for me. I don’t mind sharing, but tonight, you’re all mine. I’m greedy. Sorry,” he says, shrugging his shoulders.
Oh my God.
The elevator stops right on time and he makes quick at guiding me down the hall, in search of an unoccupied room. We pass many red doorknobs before spotting a green one, and I sigh in relief.
He swipes his membership card hurriedly over the sensor and barely waits for the beep when he tugs the handle to open the door. He motions for me to enter, shutting the door softly behind me as I inhale deeply, psyching myself up as his footsteps approach.
I am really doing this.
His large hand wraps around my waist as it did the day we formally met, dragging me closer to him as his thick erection digs into my back. I hold back a squeal, screaming internally at his proximity and sensual scent. He rests his chin atop my head and speaks, his voice vibrating through my body.
“I can’t believe you’re really here with me right now. Fuck. I don’t mean to keep harping on it, but I am glad you came,” he admits, maintaining his gentle, yet possessive hold.
“I think your excitement is cute. Can’t say I’m used to that type of response though. And I didn’t come…yet,” I tease, reminding him of the reward he owes me.
“Do you need to come, baby? Is that pussy dripping for me?” he asks as his hand dips over my soft tummy, halting over the spot I need him most while awaiting my answer. “Hmm?”
I gasp, willing myself to respond. “Y-Yes, Daddy. I need to come.”
“Reach into those panties and show me how wet you are.”
I nod, my breath hitching as I lift the hem of my dress to slip my hands beneath my waistband. A soft moan sounds from my throat, my need apparent as a simple touch has me ready to let go.
I swipe my finger through my slit, gathering wetness for our show and tell and holding it up for him to see. The glistening need captures the light and he says nothing before taking it into his mouth with a desperate groan as he licks my finger clean.
Goddamn.
“You taste so fucking needy,” he growls into my ear. “Will this remote make you feel better?”
“Please,” I beg, nearly weeping.
“I’m convinced,” he says, the fabric of his clothes rustling and a soft click following.
Faint buzzing radiates as the plug’s lowest setting teases me and I hold my breath. As quickly as it begins, it ends as he shifts off the button.
Dammit.
“I don’t want you to ruin this pretty dress when you make a mess for me, okay?”
“Yes, please?”
The metal zipper tugs down my back, exposing me and the whispers of appreciation on his breath cause any insecurities to dissipate.
“Fuck,” he says softly as his calloused palms grace my bare skin. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”
A response dies on my tongue when he presses gentle kisses on my neck and back. The vibrating continues as the remote clicks again, granting me brief moments of pleasure before he rips it away.
I bite back my frustrations as he frays at my restraint, gauging how much I can handle before the string breaks. He has no idea how determined I am to earn my rightful reward and I will.
“Show Daddy the toy you used on yourself without permission,” he gruffs, taking a step back, and I swallow.
Did I fuck this up already by being a smartass? Shit.
I obey, bending over to tug my thong to the side with a shaky breath. He groans in approval as I spread my cheeks, revealing the emerald green plug, desperately waiting to be used. Something we both have in common.
“Good fucking girl. Is this all for me?” he asks, holding his finger on the gem. It nearly sends me into orbit. “You don’t want to cover up what belongs to me, do you?”
“No,” I whimper as he removes the pressure on the toy.
“Good answer. Take those panties off and leave the heels on. Wait for my next command, okay?”
I nod understandingly, and drag the lace fabric over my thick thighs and calves. I carefully slip them over my orange pumps and ball them into my hand.
“Get on the bed, Emmy.”
My heart pounds in my chest as I turn toward the bed, my heels clacking against the hardwood floor. I settle on the edge of my bed and glance up to find a devious smile spread across that beautiful face of his.
“You’re such a good listener,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt. “Since I got to watch you undress, I thought I’d return the favor.”
He removes the button down, revealing those corded muscles I haven’t forgotten, and I nearly drool at the sight of him. I sit back on my hands, staring admiringly at the absolute perfection he is.
He holds eye contact while unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants to reveal his thick erection in his boxer briefs. I bite my lip, taking in the salt and pepper sprinkled throughout his beard and short curls.
I’m anxious to have his body over mine, showing me what it feels like to be his. I fear he may ruin me, but I fucking welcome it.
Goddamn. He is so fucking fine.
“Lay back and spread those legs for me,” he orders, releasing me from my thoughts in time to notice him shirtless and kneeling at the foot of the bed.
I lie back, parting my legs to find those dark eyes staring up at me as his tongue parts my seam. I gasp at the contact, throwing my head back only for him to halt his movements. I peer up to find him staring expectantly.
“Eyes on me, Em. I thought you liked to watch.”
Oh fuck.
“I do,” I breathe.
“Then you need to focus while I make this pretty fuckin’ pussy come on my tongue. Okay?”
“Okay,” I nod, eyeing him as he spits and swirls it over my clit.
He spits, flattening his tongue to rub it in as the vibrating plug resumes on the lowest setting.
“Focus, baby,” he reminds, groaning against my skin.
Oh God. This is torture.
I arch into him, tossing my legs over his shoulders as he devours me whole.
“More,” I beg, sitting up on my elbows to admire him.
He steals my breath, latching onto my clit as he increases the setting and inserts a finger inside of me.
“Right there,” I whine, digging my heels into his back and he moans into my core.
“Be a good girl and come for Daddy, baby.”
I shatter on his tongue, obeying his word as he takes what he needs. My thighs tremble as he continues indulging and I gasp for air, slumping into the mattress as the vibrations halt.
He draws back with teasing kisses along my thighs and soft stomach before resuming to his height.
“See how good it feels when you listen to Daddy?” he asks, staring down at me with hungry eyes. “Does that greedy pussy want more? Tell me what you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“You’re ready for Daddy’s dick? It’s so fucking hard from eating that pussy,” he admits, palming his bulging erection. “C’mere.” He beckons, patting the space in front of him.
I crawl over to the spot on the mattress, arching my back as I await his next command.
“Take what’s yours. Taste it before I fuck you,” he urges.
Say no more.