18. Weston
She stands with her hands on her hips, her hair wild and untamed. She looks mussed and sexy.
“Did you have fun tonight?”
“Yes.” She sways a little as she crosses one leg over the other nervously.
“You look like it. Are you drunk?” She shakes her head. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I stopped drinking before eleven.” Her tone is clipped. “Are you going to help me with this zipper or not?” She tries to reach it again with no success.
“Why don’t you come here first,” I say as I pat my thigh. “Have a seat for a moment.”
“I want to get this dress off.”
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip, trying to keep my temper in check. “Daphne, I have tried to play nice with you, but I am done appealing to your delicate nature. I’m not going to ask you again and if you make me, it’s not going to be pleasant for you. So do yourself a favor and come here or I will make you crawl to me and beg for my forgiveness. Do I make myself clear?”
She takes a step toward me, then another till she’s standing in front of me between my thighs. I reach up to turn her sideways, helping her take a seat on my lap. I hook my finger beneath her chin, turning her to look at me.
“Was that so hard?”
“Did I even have a choice?”
I chuckle at her snarky response. “You know you did, Daphne, but you also know there are consequences based on what you choose.” I let my finger that’s beneath her chin slowly slide down the front of her body. “Now, I’ve tried saying things to you in a nice way. I did have to tease and then fuck it out of you that you’re mine, that you belong to me, but you did admit that you were and now, you want to run away from me because you’re scared. I gave you time and space like you requested, but now that we’ve hit the deadline, I think we both know I’m done playing nice.”
“You were playing nice?” She flashes a coy smirk.
“This is what is going to happen tonight. I’m going to help you out of this dress and you’ll shower, after which we’re going to make up.” I lift her off my lap, turning her around to slide the zipper down her dress.
“Make up how?” She turns to look at me over her shoulder as I slowly pull the straps of the dress down her arms.
“How do you want to make up?” I crouch down, sliding the dress down her legs and helping her step out of it.
“Making love?” Her voice has grown soft.
“I will absolutely make love to you.” I stand back up and turn her to look at me so that I can kiss her. “But first I have some frustration I need to take out on you.”
“Frustration?”
“Mm-hmm.” I trail my lips down her neck. “In fact, why don’t we start with that right now before you shower?” I sit back down in the chair, undoing my belt and zipper as I free my cock. She’s standing in front of me still in her sheer bra and panties, her little slit visible through the lace. I stroke myself. “On your knees, baby. Remember what I told you before about relaxing your throat and jaw so I can fuck your mouth?” She nods, dropping to her knees as a bead of precum forms on the tip of my cock, her tongue darting out to lick it off. “Wait.” I still my movements. “Do you have a vibrator?”
She looks at me, then over to her nightstand. “Yes.”
“Grab it.” She gets up and walks over, pulling the drawer out to retrieve it before coming back to stand in front of me.
I take the toy from her, turning it on. “Pull your panties off.” She obeys and I run the toy up her thigh and between them, teasing her till she’s leaning forward to grab my shoulders while I edge her. “Fuck, I can smell your arousal.” I dip the toy between her folds a few times, then bring it to my mouth to lick it. “Down on your knees again but keep them spread apart for me.” Once she’s in place, I slide the toy inside her a few inches, pulling it out and sliding it back in till it’s all the way inside her.
“Ohhh.” She grips my pant legs, falling forward.
“Sit down further so that you’re resting on your heels.” I line my cock up to her mouth again. “Now suck.” She lowers her mouth down onto me. I gather her hair in my hands so that I can watch her, using it as leverage as I help guide her up and down my length while her body trembles from the vibrator inside her. I’m so close, I feel myself right on the edge. I pull her off my cock, lifting her to push her back onto the bed as I grip my cock, stroking myself a few more times before coming on her tits.
“Fuck!” I bark as my release causes my vision to blur, my legs to shake. “You look good with my cum on you.” I tuck myself back into my pants, reaching down to pull the vibrator from her throbbing pussy. Her body goes limp when she comes down from her orgasm.
“Shit, you’re bleeding, sweetheart.” I look down at the toy that’s streaked with blood.
“Oh, I must have started my period. I’m on the placebo week for the pills.” She closes her legs, reaching her hand down to cover herself.
“Don’t be embarrassed by it; it’s natural. It doesn’t bother me at all and won’t deter me, unless you’re in pain?”
“No, I’m okay.”
“Let me clean this off and grab a washcloth for you.” I walk to the bathroom and toss the toy into the sink with running water. I start the shower to warm it up and wet a washcloth.
“Are you upset?” Her voice sounds timid as I run the washcloth between her thighs.
“No, baby, I’m not upset.” I help her to her feet, kissing the top of her head. I know what she’s asking and I’m not upset but I am disappointed. “Go take a shower. I’ll be out here when you’re done.”
A few moments later she walks out of the bathroom after her shower wearing my white Oxford. I look up from where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, a huge grin taking over my face.
“Fuck me, you look good.” I pull her toward me, wrapping my hands around her waist as I look up at her. “New rule, my shirt is the only thing you wear from now on. Well, this and my cum.”
“Hmmm, I think that might pose a problem when I go out in public.” She laughs.
“Oh, did I not mention that you’ll also be tied up in my penthouse? Locked away like a princess in a castle.”
“Physically or metaphorically?” Her question confuses me. She runs her hands through my hair. “Barefoot and pregnant?”
“Ah, is that how you see it—as being locked away? Imprisoned?”
“I guess it depends on the intentions. If it’s just to keep me, then yeah.”
“At least I don’t expect you to be in the kitchen as well; we have a chef for that.” I pull her down onto my lap so that she’s straddling me. “I would never want to keep you if you didn’t want to be kept, no matter the circumstances.”
“What do you want?” she asks me like she already knows the answer.
This moment feels so intimate, so connected. Like all fears and barriers that have held me back are gone. “I want you, all of you. The important question is, what do you want?”
“I want”—she reaches between us to undo the buttons on the shirt—“to be ravished and satisfied, Mr. Vaughn.” She finishes unbuttoning it, rolling her shoulders to slide it down her arms so that she’s completely naked. “Can you help me with that?”
“Gladly, Miss Flowers.” I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before switching to the other breast. I flip her to her back, standing up to remove my clothes before crawling up her body. “We’re going to play a little game,” I say as I kiss my way up her belly to her breasts, then her mouth. “I want you to confess to me your ultimate fantasy.”
“I’m living it right now.” She lifts her head to kiss me again, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
“You know, baby”—I grab her hands and pin them above her head—“if you tell me”—I lean in, swirling my tongue in her ear—“I’ll do it to you.” I pull back to look at her when she grows quiet. “What? There’s no shame between us; you can tell me.”
“I feel a little embarrassed because I don’t feel like I know. I haven’t really been in a relationship before that cultivated fantasies.”
“What about when you get yourself off? What do you think about?”
She giggles, her face turning red. “I don’t want to say.”
“Daphne,” I lower my voice, “I fucked you in public a week ago; you sucked my cock under a table; I think you can express to me what gets you off when you’re alone.”
“Well, I like to read those dirty romance novels where the guy is some rich asshole who is much older and likes to be in control sooo…”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I laugh. “You’re serious?”
She nods her head, laughing as she covers her face.
“So I’m literally your fantasy? Wait, is that why you agreed to come on the yacht, to act on this fantasy?”
“I mean, yes and no. I was very attracted to you and interested in you and after you kissed me in my apartment, I just knew I couldn’t say no.” I feel my chest tighten—is that all I am to her is a fantasy? “But,” she continues on, “like I said last week, it’s more than that. It might have started as just a physical attraction albeit born out of serious dislike for you.” She giggles again, then her expression turns serious. “But I know I’m falling… I-I haven’t had these kinds of feelings since Carson and it scares me.”
I release her wrists, dragging my hand down her body till I grip her waist, the other propped on the pillow behind her head. “Falling?” I rub small circles against her skin.
“Yes.” Her eyes search mine and I can see she’s worried she’s said too much but she can’t take it back.
“So, kissing you in your apartment that night convinced you to give in to your fantasy…” I lean forward, brushing my lips across her stomach softly. “What else can I convince you to give in to if I make love to you right now?”
“Depends,” she says in that flirty demeanor. “Since you asked me, what’s your ultimate fantasy, Mr. Vaughn? What do you think about when you get yourself off?” She drags her finger down my chest.
“I meant what I said tonight—I’m done playing nice; I’m done playing games. You might be falling, baby, but I already fell.”
“You— You’re?—”
“In love with you? Yes.” I drag my hand up her body to her face. I brush her hair away, my fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. “I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you. I felt drawn to you but I fought it. I was scared too but I can’t fight it any longer. I don’t want to. I want your heart.” I place my hand over her chest. “I want your body.” I drag it down, plumping her breast in my hand. “I want your mind and your soul. I want you, all of you. I want a life with you.” I continue dragging my hand down further till I reach her belly. I press my hand against her. “I want to create life with you.”
“What are you saying, Weston?” She reaches her hand down and cups my face. “Ask me.”
“You know what I want, Daphne.”
“Do I?”
“You know exactly what I think about every time I get off.” My tone is serious as I stare down at her. “You know exactly what I fantasize about every time I come inside you.” I wrap my hand around her jaw so that she’s focused only on me. “Or maybe I haven’t made it clear so let me… I want you as my wife. I want you in my daughter’s life as more than her teacher. I want to get you pregnant.”