Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Luka
Luckily, I was able to salvage most of the sauce before it burned.
If L.O.K.I. hadn’t interrupted us—something I know he was all too happy to get to do after I made him end all three of his trysts—I’m not sure how far I would have taken things.
Hell, I’d have probably fucked her right there on the kitchen counter—which is not what I want her experience to be tonight.
I can’t let myself get carried away with her, not yet. We’re starting at the base level here, and I need to warm her up before we jump into anything crazy, even if she’s got a bit of a pain kink.
It’s not that I’m against playing into it… Hell, I fully intend on delivering whatever she needs to get her off, but I need to be sure before I get lost in my lust-filled haze. And she needs to experience all shades of the spectrum before she knows what she likes.
Besides, there are plenty of less-obvious ways to fulfill a desire.
Which is why I insisted that we take our time and eat dinner before we took things any further…
Scout may have pretended like she wasn’t disappointed, but I could see the hurt all over her face.
It kills me knowing she’s so used to being rejected that she didn’t even protest, just put on that fake smile and acted like everything was fine.
As if I can’t see straight through her mask.
As if she could ever hide from me.
I make a mental note to add that behavior to my list of lessons I plan on dealing with later.
“That was delicious, Luka. Where did you learn to cook like that?” Scout asks, attempting to help me clear the dishes, but I wave her off.
“You can learn anything on YouTube,” I say with a wink. “Can I get you some more wine or anything?”
She shakes her head and opens her mouth to speak, but closes it just as quickly, like she’s changed her mind.
I saunter toward her. “What were you going to say?”
Her face turns pink, and she shakes her head. “Nothing.”
“I know you’re lying, so just ask me already.”
Her eyes flash to meet mine, like she’s trying to figure out how I knew what she was thinking, then she bites her lip and her eyes drop to the floor. “Fine… I was going to ask you if you wanted to pick up where we left off… or…”
I bite my cheek to hide my smile because seeing Scout looking so fucking shy as she asks for what she wants is simultaneously the hottest and cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
Dragging a thumb over her jaw, I slowly tilt her chin. “See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” My tone is patronizing as fuck, but the way her cheeks flush deeper tells me she enjoys it just as much as I thought she would.
This fucking girl has no idea what she’s doing to me or how much I’m enjoying playing with her, too.
I nod toward the living room. “Go wait for me on the couch. I’m just going to grab something.”
Her eyes widen in recognition of my change in tone, and she doesn’t need me to tell her twice before she makes her way to sit on the couch.
Fuck, I love how naturally submissive she is. She may not realize to what extent, but she loves this shit just as much as I do.
When I return, I find her sitting up, her spine rigid, hands splayed on her thighs like she’s waiting to hear what crime she’s being convicted of. I love how nervous I make her, but more than that, I love that she trusts me enough to submit to anything I tell her.
I take a seat beside her and motion for her to spin as I pull her foot into my lap.
When I begin massaging her foot, her eyebrows furrow in confusion, and I can almost hear her disappointment cracking like shattered glass. “What are you doing? I thought we were going to…”
“You thought we were going to what?” I mimic back to her as I knead the tight muscles in her foot. “You thought I was going to feed you dinner and then jump right into fucking you?”
She shrugs, and this time, I don’t even try to hide my smile.
“Trust me, Girl Scout, we’ll get there… I want you to get the full Luka Kingsley experience.” I click on the TV, scrolling through the options until something catches my eye.
“So we’re watching porn then?” Her question is so innocent that it actually catches me off guard, and I nearly choke on the laugh that rises in my chest.
“No, Girl Scout, we’re not watching porn tonight .” As much fun as that sounds, we’ll have to save that for another time. I’d rather focus on Scout before having any other distractions dividing my attention away.
When I finally find what I’m looking for, I click the icon and hit purchase.
“Jeepers Creepers? I love this movie,” Scout says, sinking a little deeper into the sofa beside me.
“I remember.”
Of course, I remember. How could I forget one of her favorite movies?
Especially when it terrified me so much the first time we watched it together.
I was eleven and she was ten. I had my head buried underneath my blanket, trying to hold back tears.
Meanwhile, Scout was on the edge of her seat like she couldn’t wait to see what came next.
That was the night that I first realized that things weren’t always what they seemed on the surface.
That just because Scout seemed like she came from a good family like mine, the things that should’ve terrified her didn’t…
and the things that seemed like no big deal, like a door slamming, would have her trembling with fear.
If only I knew then what I know now. But all I can do is try to help her move past it, try to help her heal.
We fall into a comfortable silence as the movie begins, and I can already see how relaxed she’s becoming now that she’s not trying to anticipate my every move.
If I want her to really let go and enjoy herself, I knew I needed to distract her, to get her out of her head. Biding my time, I wait until the first tense moment when the music starts to pick up to make my first move.
I slide my hand higher on her leg, my large palm encompassing her knee before inching it higher toward her upper thigh. Her thighs begin to part ever so slowly, as if cautiously asking for more.
I don’t miss the way her breathing hitches as I trail my fingers higher, sliding underneath the leg of her shorts.
“Why are you fidgeting? Am I making you nervous?” I ask, not even trying to mask the amusement in my voice.
“No. I’m not nervous.” She shakes her head, but she doesn’t look me in the eye.
“You’re not?” My fingers inch a little higher, brushing toward the middle of her thigh. It’s a painful exploration—at least on my part—but I revel in the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingertips as I attempt to memorize every inch I touch.
“Look at you, acting so brave,” I tease, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. “Sitting here acting like you’re not terrified of me right now when I can feel your body shaking like a leaf.”
As much as I enjoy making her squirm, I have to give her credit; she may be nervous right now, but she’s doing a hell of a job of hiding it.
“You know, I spent the whole day trying to figure out how I’d punish you for keeping your virginity a secret from me.”
She swallows a gulp. “You did?”
“Yes. I did. Does that scare you?”
“No.” She shakes her head and wets her lips, her eyes growing darker as her body goes still.
I trace a finger along the top of her thigh, sliding beneath the leg of her panties, and she sucks in a breath. “Do you want me to punish you, Scout?”
Her response is raspy and barely more than a whisper. “Yes.”
I let out a sigh. “That’s what I hoped you were going to say.”
“What are you?—?”
“Shh. Stop asking questions and lie down.” I bend down slowly, trailing kisses over her leg. “I’ve been dying to know if this pussy tastes as sweet as I’ve imagined,” I whisper, pausing when I reach the top of her thigh.
I feel her whole body grow tense as she squeezes her thighs together. “Luka, you really don’t have to do that—” She sits up and tries to pull me back up to her, but I don’t budge.
I hold her gaze and quirk a brow. “You say that like it’s a hardship or something.” I push her back down, already moving to the floor and making myself comfortable.
“Seriously, Luka… you don’t have to… I promise it’s fine.” She tries to squirm away, but I keep my hold on her legs, pinning her in place.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’ve been told in the past, but I assure you…
” I hook a thumb in the waistband of her shorts and wet my lips, my mouth already watering in anticipation.
“This is just as much for me as it is for you,” I say before dragging her shorts and underwear off in one fell swoop.
She sucks in a hiss, her body tensing in anticipation, and I love how nervous I’m making her right now. I could do this all night, and as much as I’d love to draw this out, I’m desperate to warm her up the way I should have the other night.
“Now be a good little slut and open your legs for me.” I grab her ass, pulling her closer as I kiss my way up her thighs, licking and savoring every inch of her skin. She squirms against me, like she’s trying to escape my grip, but I keep my arms locked and hold her in place.
When she asked me if I was going to punish her, she probably assumed that meant I was going to spank her, but that’s not what I had in mind at all.
I knew if I really wanted to teach her a lesson, I’d need to get a little creative. Besides, pain and pleasure are both sensations; the only difference between the two is the person’s perspective.
I take my time kissing and teasing my way up her body, my tongue tracing the crease of her thighs, kissing her everywhere except where she wants me to kiss her. Her thighs fall open, and her back arches off the sofa as she squirms and shifts, desperately seeking any friction she can get.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy is so pretty.” I gently trail my fingers over her smooth mound before circling her clit, giving her the faintest bit of pressure.
“Oh, God, Luka…” She cries out, her body flying off the couch. Her fingers dig into my hair as she desperately tries to pull my head back down.