Chapter 22 #2
I find myself nodding and saying, “Okay. That would be nice then.” My eyes flick to the island, where he’s already laid out plates and silverware. “I remember you saying once that these aren’t for eating meals,” I tease, sliding onto one of the stools as I knock my knuckles against the quartz.
Turning the burners off, Lawson replies, “The dining room table is set up for other things tonight. While eating may be one of them, it’s not for dinner.”
There is so much heat and promise in his tone that I’m instantly wet. Turning to look over my shoulder, I can see three different cameras on tripods at varying heights pointed at the table in the dining room.
Holy shit. This is really happening.
His hands find my hips, large and warm and possessive, as he drags me forward on the stool and steps between my legs. His kisses are hungry as he devours my lips.
I’m all liquid desire as he cups my neck, angling my head back to kiss me deeper. His lips break from mine, roving down the side of my throat to the spot he knows makes me so weak. I can’t help the little laugh that escapes. “Are we starting with dessert tonight?”
Lawson chuckles against my skin, nipping me lightly before pulling back. “No. Fish always tastes better straight from the pan.” I roll my eyes. “One of these weekends, I’m gonna take you up to the lake house, get you out on the water, and you’re gonna catch a fish.”
Shaking my head vehemently, I wave my hands back and forth. “Nope. Too slimy. Not my thing. You can fish. I’ll just lay out and soak up the sun.”
Lawson genuinely seems to think about it. “You in a bikini, spread out between my legs while I fish? I’ll take that as a win.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Now, let's eat.”
“Remember, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just say the word, and I’ll stop.” Lawson’s words whisper along my neck, and my fingers twitch as I hold up my hair for him to unbutton the back of my dress.
Dinner was as good as foreplay with the way Lawson kept feeding me and telling me all the hypothetical things he’d do to me in the boat if there was no one else out on the water—if our lake house weekend ever happens.
“Is it weird that I’m actually a little excited?” I hate how childish I sound. I’m about to let this man record me naked, doing whatever he pleases so he can rewatch it later. Yet, I’m as eager as a puppy whose owner just returned home and is about to let it out of its kennel.
Lawson dips his head to press a kiss against the side of my throat. “The fact that you’re into it turns me on, Lucy.” As I drop my hair, the soft fabric of my dress slides off my shoulders, gliding slowly down my body until it pools around my feet.
He presses his erection against the small of my back as his hands slide around my body. One large palm slips beneath the band of my underwear, caressing my dripping center.
“Fuck, baby. Already so wet.” He slips one finger into me, and the other hand drifts up to collar my neck and draw my head back against his shoulder. “Always so willing to please Daddy, aren’t you?”
Before I can answer, he pulls away, sucking my juices off his finger. “Remove your bra and underwear,” he commands in a raspy tone, like he’s holding himself back from just bending me over in the archway between the kitchen and the dining room.
Quickly, I follow his demands. I’m too wound up to speak without stammering and too horny to be a brat and face punishment.
I’ve learned quickly that orgasm denial is not something I’m partial to.
Naked and flushed, I wait for more instructions. When they come, the words caress my skin like molten lava. “Climb onto the table, face the cameras, and spread your legs.”
There’s a pang in my lower belly, a cramp of hunger for something other than food—a longing to be filled as I obey.
“Lawson.” His name is like a desperate cry on my lips as I sit on the table that I’ve eaten dinner on, that his son eats dinner on, and bare my naked pussy—glistening and dripping with evidence of how much I want him.
“That’s right, baby. Show Daddy how much you want to please him.
” Lawson presses a button on the nearest camera, the one level with the table’s surface.
A bright red light flashes, signaling the start of our little video, and I’m already starting to see the appeal.
I can understand how watching this back would let you relive everything you felt in the moment.
“Fuck, your pussy is so pretty. Do you know how many nights I thought of filling you up?” He turns the next camera on. “Of fucking you so full of me there’d never be room for any other man?”
I squirm. My nipples stiffen to impossibly hard peaks, the desire in them pulsing with my heartbeat as the organ pumps blood and lust downward into my puffy, swollen clit. My knees draw in, dying to relieve some of the pressure.
“Keep them spread,” Lawson commands sharply.
A whimper escapes from my throat as I stretch my legs back out as far as they’ll go, to the point where the ache in my pussy extends down my inner thighs to my ankles.
“What are you going to make me do?”
He smirks. It’s villainous, corrupted with pure, crazed passion. It sets my blood on fire, and my breathing shallows as he turns and walks away, only to appear a few moments later, holding up a familiar phallic-shaped food.
“I want to watch you ride this until it’s covered in your sweet honey, rainbow.”
My eyes widen. That went from zero to sixty real fast. “You want me to… to… fuck myself with that?”
He saunters closer, cock straining against his sweats. “I want to record you taking every inch.”
“Why a cucumber? Why not a dildo?”
Lawson grips the table between my spread legs as he leans forward and whispers, “Because when I eat this with my salad for lunch tomorrow, I want to see your face while you watch me consume your juices in front of everyone. Consider it my personal salad dressing.”
If I heard anyone else say those words, I would have gagged. But coming from him , it’s like the hottest thing a man has ever said to me.
The cool flesh of the cucumber presses against my opening, and my mouth gapes as I watch the blunt end spear my lips, spreading them wide.
“Now take this from me and fuck your pretty pussy until I tell you to stop.”
His words already have me gushing around the vegetable… or is it a fruit? Whatever it is, he leaves me to it, walking back to the last video recorder to press play.
“Fuck it, rainbow.” His demand is thick with lust, stuffed full of decadent promises of what’s to come as soon as I fulfill his request.
My face feels like it’s on fire. Slowly, I begin to undulate my hips, every pass taking more of the cucumber.
It’s thick and lined with bumpy ridges, and the friction feels amazing along my inner walls.
I tip my head back to the ceiling, and a moan of pleasure falls from my lips as I give the camera everything Lawson wants.
“That’s right, baby. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Mmhmm.” I’m so fucking wet. The sounds fill the room, mixing with my sighs as I move faster, embarrassingly enjoying how the vegetable makes me feel so full.
Lawson removes his clothes. “Such a little slut for me, aren’t you?”
I nod and whimper, loving the way the filthy words sound on his tongue. There’s something about a man whispering sinfully degrading things in your ear while you’re debasing yourself for him. I love when he gets like this—when he gives me exactly what I need without asking.
“Only for you.”
Lawson approaches the table, taking over the rhythm I’ve set with the cucumber and gently pushing me back. “That’s right, only for me. And you love being my little slut, don’t you, rainbow?” He leans over and spits on my pussy.
“Yes!” I cry wantonly, arching my back as his mouth descends on me, sucking and biting at my clit while he keeps fucking my body with the cucumber. “I love being your little slut.”
“What a good fucking girl you are.” The praise caresses my skin like silk.
My chest feels like it’s about to explode.
I’m so close to that precipice, but not ready for the pleasure to end yet.
My fingers fly into his hair as he moans against me, “Fuck, Lucy, baby. Come for Daddy. Give it all to me, you perfect fucking girl.”
“Oh my god, Lawson, I’m about to come.”
“Yeah?” he moans before licking my clit harder and angling the cucumber so that it hits my G-spot.
My orgasm bursts, hot and heavy, as the pressure explodes between my legs. Lawson stands, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he keeps stroking me through it, murmuring words of encouragement. “That’s my girl. Keep coming, rainbow. Give me another one.”
It feels like my soul literally flees my body as he pulls wave after wave of rippling release from me.
My body shakes uncontrollably, my hips jerking when he doesn’t let up.
I didn’t think it was even possible, but I count at least three real orgasms before he pulls the cucumber from my body and holds it up for me to see.
Streaks of white and remnants of cum cover the bumpy, green vegetable.
What should be a weird and embarrassing image looks more like the cover of a pornography magazine.
I am utterly spent and preparing myself for another round because Lawson hasn’t even fucked me yet, but he keeps me waiting.
“Be a good girl, and keep those legs spread.” He places the cucumber in a waiting Tupperware before grabbing a condom and ripping the wrapper with his teeth.
By the time he makes it back to me, my release has cooled on my thighs. Lawson scoops it up with his fingers and pushes it back into me before he thrusts in all the way to his base. His arms wrap beneath my ass, hoisting my legs around his hips.
“How many more do you think you can give me tonight, rainbow?”
When he moves, it’s like a waterfall of heat. I grip his shoulders, pulling him as close as possible. “However many more you want to give me,” I moan against his mouth before pressing my lips to his.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”
I will never, ever get tired of hearing him call me that. When we’re in the moment, I live to see how much praise I can receive from him. How well I can please him.
Yes, I’ve become one of those women who loves to please their partner. Because at the end of the day, Lawson lives to give me as much pleasure as he can.
“So fucking good,” he groans as I squeeze my walls around him. “Such...” Thrust. “…a good...” Thrust. “…fucking...” Thrust. “…girl!” Lawson’s movements become erratic, pumping into me with such frenzy that the kitchen table begins to squeak as it slides across the floor.
“Lucy!” he roars my name as he comes, fucking me fast and hard with his face buried against my shoulder. The familiar flutter of my walls milks his cock as I hug him to me, grinding my hips up into his as I continue to fuck him, even when he’s gone still.
And his whispered, “Good girls,” last long into the night as we fly through an entire box of condoms, worshiping each other until the sun comes up.
“Lulu, are you okay? You look red as a tomato. Are you coming down with something?” Anna asks, pressing the back of her hand against my forehead. “You’re burning up.”
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Lawson smirks at me from his end of the conference table, deliberately sticking the entire end of the fork that has chopped cucumber pieces on it in his mouth and slowly pulling it out, giving me a private—yet very public—show of him sucking the vegetable and dressing off his silverware.
The creamy vinaigrette makes me think of what we did last night, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop the flush taking over my face.
“I’m fine.” I wave her off before rubbing my temple with my middle finger and turning that side of my head to Lawson. When I glance at him again, he’s silently laughing into his salad as he picks up another piece of cucumber.
Crunch.