Chapter Fifteen
A Taste
Juliet
I CAN’T DO IT.
It’d be crazy.
The whole thing is wrong.
Right?
Kicking off my heels, I paced my room.
I shouldn’t have been considering it. He’d offered me two easy—and generous—outs. I should’ve been deciding between them.
But I wasn’t.
Because I wanted him and what he offered. I just wasn’t sure I was brave enough to accept.
Going to the sitting room, I grabbed my MacBook and brought it to my bed. I opened the browser and searched what a gimp suit was.
And then I laughed before quickly exiting out of that tab.
Well, thank God he’s not into that.
I switched to the tab I’d been reading when Ms. Vera had come in earlier. It was informative, talking about the power dynamics of the relationship and what each person got from it.
As helpful as it was, they were just words. They didn’t tell me how I’d feel. Whether I’d enjoy it or hate it. I could think something sounded great in theory but hate it in practice.
Or I could assume I’d hate it and end up missing out on something incredible.
Closing the MacBook, I showered before pulling on a tank top and sleep shorts. I climbed into bed and closed my eyes, but my mind wouldn’t turn off.
And neither would my body.
I was overheated and restless. Sliding my hand into my shorts, I didn’t even try to keep my thoughts blank. They were filled with Maximo and his kiss. The way he’d touched me. The way he’d moved me. The way his eyes had blazed with want.
And the way he’d ordered me around.
Even though I was soaked and desperate for a release, I couldn’t find it.
But I knew who could.
Maximo
Not for the first time, I seriously fucking regretted making Ash disconnect the camera in Juliet’s bedroom.
By the time I’d turned on her sitting room camera, she’d already been in her bedroom. I’d thought maybe she was asleep, but a short time later, she’d stormed out to grab her MacBook from the coffee table before closing herself back in.
I wanted to see what she was looking up.
I wanted to watch her response to it.
I wanted to know what made her full lips part, her thighs squeeze, and her pulse go wild.
Or if it made her do more than that. If her hand went under her dress so she could make herself come.
If she were mine, I’d control that, too.
Groaning, I turned off the monitors before reaching for a bottle of whiskey and pouring a glass as I replayed that damn kiss in my mind.
When I’d told her to kiss me, I’d wanted to see if she’d even do it. I’d intended for it to be a small one. A taste.
But then she’d let out that soft, sexy moan, and I’d lost my mind.
I pushed away from my desk to go to bed.
Or, more accurately, to go stroke my dick while picturing Juliet.
I was about to stand when there was a tentative knock at the door.
What is my little dove up to?
“Come in,” I said.
But the door remained closed.
“Open the door, Juliet.” I waited a few moments before adding, “Or I’ll do it.”
It swung open, and Juliet stood in the doorway. She’d showered and changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts. Her damp hair was pulled into a high ponytail.
It was a stark contrast to how she’d been dressed at dinner, but it was just as sexy.
“What do you need?” I asked.
“Just came to say I’d like coffee in the morning. Okay, bye.”
She turned away but stopped when I said, “Juliet.”
“Maximo,” she muttered in a mocking tone, not turning back.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
I stood and walked to her. “What do you need?”
“I told you—”
“A lie. And you know how I feel about lying. I’m not going to ask you again.”
She spun to face me, and that’s when I saw it.
Her flushed skin.
The pieces that’d come loose from her ponytail.
Her unfocused, heated eyes.
My dick throbbed. “Were you touching your pretty pussy, little dove?”
Her eyes went saucer big, but shocking the hell out of me, she didn’t try to deny it and only nodded.
“Because of what you were reading?”
Thankfully, she didn’t ask how I knew she’d been reading. Instead, she shook her head.
“What were you thinking about?”
She ran her tongue across her bottom lip before whispering, “You.”
Fuck, she’s killing me.
“Did you come?” I asked, my voice gruff.
Shifting her legs, she looked desperate and wild. “I couldn’t.”
“Are you here to ask your Daddy to make you come?”
A volcano of need erupted in her eyes as she nodded instantly. “Please.”
Cupping the back of her head and gripping her hip, I kissed her hard as I walked us to my desk. I lifted her onto the edge, spreading her thighs to stand between them.
My hand pushed under her shirt and ran up her side, stopping with my thumb curved just below her braless tit.
Juliet whimpered and tried to shift so I was touching it, but I dropped my hand. When I brought it back, she did it again, so I lowered it farther.
The next time my hand trailed up, she remained still.
So fucking perfect.
I stretched my thumb up to tease her hard nipple. Her moan went straight to my dick.
I wanted to drop to my knees and eat her until she came all over my mouth. Until she was the only thing I tasted for the rest of my damn life. But I knew if I did that, if I tasted that sweetness, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from fucking her.
Feeling her come on my fingers would have to do.
Moving my hand between her thighs, I hooked a finger in the fabric and pulled it aside, my dick aching when I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Tearing my mouth away, I leaned back to look.
Juliet tried squeezing her thighs closed, but I moved my hand from her tit to hold her legs open. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me. I plan on spending hours and hours staring at this pussy. Show it to me.”
She swallowed hard, her pulse going wild and her legs trembling, but after a few moments, she spread them.
And gave me a view of heaven that was even more perfect than I’d envisioned.
And I’d envisioned it far more often than I should’ve.
“So fucking pretty,” I groaned. Running my thumb through her wetness, I stopped with it pushed against her clit.
Juliet rocked her hips, but my hold on her thigh tightened, my fingertips digging in.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice pained.
“What do you need?”
“To come.”
“Ask me.”
“Will you make me come?”
Hearing her sweet voice asking that made precum drip from my dick, but I didn’t give her what she wanted.
Not until she asked correctly.
When I didn’t move, she looked so frustrated, I thought she might cry or start throwing punches.
Taking pity on her, I gave her a hint. “Who am I to you now, dove?”
What I wanted must’ve clicked into place because Juliet didn’t hesitate. She met my eyes and begged, “Please make me come, Daddy.”
Fucking hell.
I’d spent countless nights with my fist around my cock, imagining her asking me that. Reality was far better than any fantasy.
Deep breathing to gain control, I focused on rewarding her. I circled her clit with my thumb. Moving my other hand from her thigh, I teased my middle finger into her tight hole.
“This is mine now,” I growled, watching my hands work her. “You don’t come unless I say so. You don’t play with yourself without me. If you want to come, I’ll give you what you need. Do you understand, Juliet?” When she nodded, I said, “I need to hear it.”
“Yes.”
I stopped.
“Yes, Daddy,” she amended.
My thumb stroked her clit harder. Faster.
Leaning back on her arms, Juliet dropped her head.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I ordered.
She did as I said, her dazed gaze on me as she rocked her hips. Her walls pulsed around my fingertip.
Her quiet pants grew to sexy moans. She cried out, her neck arching and her body tensing.
But she kept her eyes on me as she came from my touch.
Easing the pressure, I gave her just enough to ride the wave but not enough to overwhelm her. Once she was done, I took my finger away.
Shoulders slumped, her face was relaxed and sated.
And happy.
“Better?” I asked, gathering her close.
“Much.”
“What do you say?”
A small smile curled her fuckable lips as she blinked up at me. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Dipping my head to kiss her, I muttered, “I’m already addicted to hearing you call me that. You’re an obsession.”
Not knowing how strongly I meant that, she gave a soft laugh that turned into a yawn.
“You need sleep.” I released my hold and stepped back.
Juliet stood and shot me a small smile. “Good night.”
She started for the door but yelped when I picked her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Her brows lowered. “My room.”
“No.” Gripping her ass, I carried her down the hall and opened my door before flicking on the light. “I want you here with me.”
From now on.
Surprisingly, she didn’t argue as she glanced around. “Bathroom?”
I pointed to a door. “Do you need anything from your room?”
She shook her head.
After she closed herself in the bathroom, I stripped down to my boxer briefs. She came out a minute later and stopped in her tracks when she saw me.
As tempted as I was to tease her for staring, I remained silent as I went to brush my teeth and take a leak. After washing my hands, I opened the door to see Juliet sitting with her gaze aimed my way.
Waiting for me.
Finally in my bed.
Now who’s staring, asshole?
Turning off the light, I got into bed. Juliet lay stiff as a board next to me. So much tension radiated off her, I almost let her go to her room.
Almost.
Rearranging us so she was on her side with my body curved around hers, I curled my arm up to cup her tit. Her sharp inhale made my dick jerk. I draped my other arm over her and slid my hand down her shorts, teasing my middle finger along her slit.
“What’re you doing?” she asked, even as she rocked her hips.
“Helping you relax.” Tweaking her nipple, I kissed her neck, biting down hard enough to make her cry out and grow wetter.
“This is not making me relaxed,” she breathed.
I ground my palm into her clit, shifting it back and forth as best as I could in the tight confines before freezing suddenly. “So I should stop?”
“No, no, no, definitely not.”
My lips and tongue trailed her neck before I bit down again. “Then hush.” I started moving my hand as I played with her nipple, her breath catching. “Let me take care of you.”
Her nod was cut off when she arched her neck, her body tightening in my arms. She cried out and tried to tilt her pelvis away, but I pinned her in place, grinding harder until I was sure she’d given me everything.
Moving my hand up from her tit, I rested it at the base of her throat and kept the other in her shorts, cupping her.
Even with my possessive hold, she was relaxed and quiet. I thought she was asleep until she whispered, “I’ve never slept in the same bed as anyone.”
“Neither have I.”
“You haven’t? But you’ve—”
“And then I’ve left. I like my space when I sleep.”
“But you want me here?”
I need you here.
“Yes,” I said instead.
She grew quiet again before pushing her ass against my hard-on. I heard her shaky inhale and braced for whatever she was about to say.
“I could touch you,” she whispered.
No amount of bracing could have prepared me for that.
“Swear to Christ, Juliet, you keep saying things like that, and I’m not going to be able to stop myself from fucking you.”
“Okay.”
“Juliet.”
“Maximo,” she mocked.
“I’m going to spank your ass raw.”
“I don’t know if I’d like that.” There was a hint of a smile in her voice as she continued. “But I think I’m willing to try.”
“You’re killing me,” I groaned. “Go to sleep.”
“Fine.” She gave a dramatic sigh, but within minutes, her body relaxed and her breathing grew even.
It took me and my dick much longer to settle.