Chapter 6 #2
He stalked closer, his presence crowding my space, making the question impossible to think about. I shook my head, forcing my focus back where it belonged. “No, not at all. I just didn’t realize the difference in our ages. And it’s not like I could judge since my dad was twice my mom’s age.”
He hummed, backing me up with each step, his piercing gaze scanning me up and down. “You still haven’t answered my questions. Have you and the rocker boy fucked before?”
Even as I retreated, I lifted my chin, summoning a regal air that suggested I was above his interrogation. “So what if I have?”
He halted, his eyes growing dark. “Well, then that would be rather rude.” My mouth snapped open, a retort ready to strike from my lips, but he spoke over me, his tone ice cold.
“And unlike you, I haven’t been going around flirting with my previous conquests.
Do I need to remind you of our agreement about not fucking other people while we’re together? ”
“No,” I said, my jaw clenched tight. “I wasn’t going to fuck him, and we weren’t flirting.”
“You looked awfully cozy together,” he sneered—then his expression shifted.
One corner of his mouth tipped into a slow, dangerous smile, his eyes catching with a devious glint that sent me retreating another step.
He followed, matching my movement with his own step forward.
“Or is that pretty pussy of yours so desperate for cock that you’re willing to play around up here regardless of anyone seeing? ”
The image his words painted sent heat simmering up my neck into my cheeks. “Th-That’s not at all what was happening,” I stammered, packing every ounce of indignation I could muster into my tone, hoping it would mask the way my body betrayed me.
“Really?” he asked, taking another step.
“Yes,” I snapped. I looked behind me to gauge how much space I had before my back hit the wall. Only five more steps. Then I saw the open door to the ballroom and moved sideways, giving me more room to retreat.
Except he kept coming.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care.”
“Are you looking for some stress relief, princess?”
“No.”
“Was my tongue not enough?”
“This is not the time for this.”
“Do you need more than my hand to fill your tight cunt?”
“Lucian!”
He delivered each question—each taunt—with a step forward.
Each response included a step back.
We passed through the door, onto the mezzanine in the other room. The hum of conversation and shining chandeliers faded into dim candlelight and clinking dinnerware as servers made the final preparations, unaware of the couple on the dark mezzanine above.
“Because I would be happy to oblige,” he murmured low and deep, full of promise. “All you had to do was ask.”
Then it happened. My back hit the wall, and he took the final step, pressing his hands flat on either side of my head, closing me in.
“I don’t need anything from you, and we don’t have time for this.” I meant for the words to sound strong, but his tall, broad body crowded over me and stole the air from my lungs, making the declaration lack any conviction.
His eyes darkened, and one hand gently collared my neck as the other slid down between my cleavage. “We have time for whatever I say we have time for, princess.”
“Lucian…” His fingers played at the lace edges along the deep V of my dress before slipping under to caress my nipple, pulling a sharp inhale from me.
I glanced past him, gauging if anyone could spot us up above, along the wall, but we stood too far back. The upper mezzanine in the dining room was blocked off and unlit. No one could see us unless they knew to look. Even then, they would only see two shadowy figures entwined.
“Besides, I think we need to make time for this—for you,” he said, his voice dark but softened around the edges. “You worked hard for tonight, and I don’t want you spending a single second carrying around anything that piece of shit said.”
Emotion clawed up my throat, and I forced it back down.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded, leaning in to drag his nose up my neck to my ear. “Color?”
My head spun, trying to reconcile this version of him—the one speaking with quiet care—with the furious man who’d followed me up here minutes ago. The tenderness and the temper blurred together, and I could barely keep up.
The desire to lose myself to this moment left me unsure if I even wanted to.
He wanted to play.
He could have continued pushing me until I snapped under his will. He could have teased until I fell over the edge, allowing him to take what he wanted.
Instead, he handed the power to me.
All I had to do was take it.
Did I want it?
Fuck. Yes.
I wanted the power—the control—just so I could give it back and submit to him.
“Green.”
As soon as the word passed my lips, he flipped me around to face the wall and moved my hands above my head. “Don’t you dare fucking move them.”
He dragged his hands down my body, past my breasts to my hips, where he held tight, urging me back until I was slightly hinged at my waist. His calloused fingers stroked lower to the slit of my dress before roughly skimming up my soft skin, reaching between my thighs.
“So fucking wet, princess,” he growled against my ear, sending shivers down my spine to my core. I clenched my legs together, needing more than the barely there strokes along my lace panties, and he laughed. “So needy.”
I nearly cried as he pulled back from where I wanted him, but then his hand fisted the lace at my hip, twisting until it bit into my skin. With a sharp, deliberate tug, he tore it free.
I buried my face against my arm, hiding the needy whimper that escaped, and arched back, silently pleading for more as cool air brushed between my legs.
“I’ll keep these with me,” he murmured, shoving the fabric into his pocket.
“Lucian,” I rasped, not knowing why I called to him. I wouldn’t beg, but I was desperate for him to stop torturing me.
“Shhh,” he soothed, shifting his hand back to my core. He hummed his pleasure, slipping his fingers between my folds to play with my clit. He swirled around the bud torturously slow before dragging lower to my opening, barely pressing inside. Only to repeat the process all over again.
While he teased me to the edge of release, his other hand abandoned my hip, and I moaned in anticipation when I heard the clink of his belt and the whirr of his zipper. Each motion inching us closer to what I needed.
It’d been so long since I’d had him inside me—and only once.
Night after night, I woke in an agonized sweat, an unmet desire pulsing between my thighs.
I didn’t know why we hadn’t had sex again, and I was too proud to ask, deciding to enjoy everything else we did while I not-so-patiently waited for more.
But the waiting was done. Thank God.
My head sagged between my arms as he flipped my dress aside, baring my ass to the cool air of the room. He stepped in close, continuing his ministrations against my pussy. But now, I felt the soft brush of him against my ass. I heard the strokes of his hand along his length.
The head of his cock caressed my opening, and I held my breath, desperate for him to stretch me open. He was so close but held back from fucking me like I wanted, sliding against my opening, using my wetness to ease his jerking fist.
A scream of frustration built in my chest with each soft touch around my clit and shallow thrust of a single finger. It rose up my throat on the cusp of release when the click of a door opening below shoved it back down.
“Dinner will be served soon, ladies and gentlemen. However, feel free to mingle and find your seats while you wait,” a muffled voice announced as the jazz band started to play.
“Shit. Lucian,” I gasped.
I tried to turn around, but he held me in place. “I’m not done yet.”
“Lucian, please.”
“Please, what, princess? Please stop?”
I didn’t know. Between the teasing torment, the increasing noise below, and the need burning me from the inside out, I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to think. I just…wanted.
“Are you worried someone is going to look up here and see daddy’s little girl with cum dripping down her thighs as she begs me to fuck her?
” The low, rumbling taunt vibrated against my back, sending my arousal climbing another notch.
“Or are you begging me to fuck you because you’re so desperate to be filled with my cock and you don’t care who sees? ”
“Oh, God,” I mewled. “Please. Please.”
He jerked himself faster as his finger slid another inch deeper inside me. “Tell me, princess. Tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
My body sat on the edge of pleasure so sharp that my thoughts scattered.
Words begged to be said, but I held them back, afraid of what might spill out if I didn’t.
Then he withdrew his touch, and restraint vanished—I didn’t care what escaped me anymore.
“Please, Lucian,” I keened. “I want you to fuck me.”
A trail of wet heat followed his tongue as it slid from my neck to my ear. “More, baby. I want to hear every detail about what you want from me.”
I spoke quietly, highly aware of the people—of my father—below. “I want you to push your cock inside of me.”
“Is that all you want? For me to push inside you? Or do you want more?” he asked roughly. “Tell me everything.”
I fisted my hands against the wall and gave in. I stopped holding back and opened the floodgates to my every want, without shame. I gave him everything.
“I want you to push your fat cock deep inside my pussy. Again, and again until I come. I want to feel you stretch me wide and pinch my nipples. I want your hand around my neck, holding me exactly how you want me. I want to see your marks on me tomorrow. I want you to fill me up with so much cum it’s spilling out of me,” I rambled, growing needier with each confession.
“Such a good girl with such a filthy fucking mouth,” he praised. His heated breath brushed my neck before his lips closed over my skin, drawing a soft ache, followed by the gentle sweep of his tongue.
The noise swelled around us, a reminder that time was slipping away.
Soon, everyone would take their seats, and the room would fall into expectant silence for the speeches.
Soon, nothing would hide our panting breaths from above or my moans pleading for more.
Soon, everyone would be able to hear the building orgasm that Lucian kept out of reach, crashing over me.
Hell, they might hear me anyway. My grip on my control was already slipping, and I wasn’t sure I could contain the overwhelming pleasure building inside me.
He pressed closer, and I sucked in a breath full of anticipation. The plump head of his cock slid between my folds with every quick jerk of his palm along his length.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
He buried his face against my back and moaned; the sound wrapping around me, threatening to pull me into the depths of pleasure with him. His release struck my opening, my thighs, and my ass.
Then…
He pulled away.
He stepped back, leaving me bent in half with my hands against the wall, my ass pressed out and waiting, cool air caressing the wet heat of my pulsing core, and his thick cum dripping down my thighs.
What the fuck?
I whipped my head around to find him watching me as he refastened his pants.
What the fuck?
Maybe he’d kept me on edge for too long, because my mind struggled to make sense of what I was seeing. “What are you doing?”
He tipped his head, pulling himself together as if nothing had happened. As if I wasn’t holding myself on display and still waiting for him to fuck me.
“I decided I didn’t want to fuck you right after you got done flirting with your ex. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy your filthy words and wet cunt,” he stated matter-of-factly and winked.
A low buzz took hold in my mind, separate from the lingering pleasure. Tingles cascaded down my chest and through my limbs until I wasn’t sure how I was still standing.
“And now if you decide to change your mind and fuck anyone else tonight, they’ll find your pussy marked with my cum and know that you. Are. Mine.”
“What the fuck…” I muttered, struggling to process what the hell he was saying.
Did he just say …
Did he just cum on…
Did he just mess with…
My thoughts cut off midstream, as if my mind refused to accept that this moment could be real.
Except, it was.
This. Was. Really. Happening.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, seething.
“Not at all, princess. I’m dead fucking serious,” he announced, his smile feral.
“And since I have your panties, you’ll be able to feel my cum dripping down your thighs the rest of the night and know who the fuck you belong to.
It also serves to keep your mind off that prick’s words and solely on me. It’s a win-win.”
I straightened, my dress settling back into place, and just as he’d predicted, wetness slid between my thighs—unmistakable and impossible to ignore.
“See you down there.” And then he walked away, leaving me rooted in place, jaw slack.
Just before he disappeared, he turned back, his eyes roaming over me without a hint of restraint—before they hardened, sharp and commanding.
“And don’t you dare wipe a single drop away or I’ll spend the next week jacking all of my cum off between your thighs again, and again until every inch of you is painted with my seed. ”
Drums pounded a heavy, relentless rhythm in my head.
Before, they were the beats of pleasure pulsing through my veins.
Now, they were the beats of motherfucking war.