Chapter 6 #2
I smirked at the comparison. “You’re the one who can’t,” I said.
“But what if I just laid you down, climbed on top of you, and—” I pressed my hand to his shirt, right at his navel, and pressed, slipping my hand into his trousers.
His boxers were taut, the fabric desperate to help spring his cock free as it curved to the side.
I could feel it as we stared into each other’s eyes, and it almost felt like I was rubbing my hand up a diplodocus’s neck. I liked it.
Perhaps seduction worked as a technique after all.
“Just quit your job,” he whispered as my hand wrapped around his shaft, and my underwear stretched thin. “Just quit and I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.”
“You can’t just want me to quit because you wanna fuck me,” I said back to him, as his mouth opened on a moan.
I leaned right into it, my lips hovering above his, feeling the heat of his breath tickle my chin.
“You know all about me, right? I just wanna know you. Like, how hard does it really get? Would it really feel like you were stretching my insides out? I wanna know those things.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
My hand on his cock grew heavier, but he didn’t flinch, he barely even blinked.
“What’s happening this weekend?” I asked.
“The reason you want me to leave.” I knew there was something happening.
Nobody tried this hard just because they were horny, there had to be something else.
All my instincts told me business was going down—and that meant money.
“You can tell me. You’ve got me chained to a wall. ”
“It’s not going to work,” he whispered, his tongue out slightly as it tapped my chin, up to my lip, and just as I tried to meet his tongue with mine, he pulled it back in. “You’re still in conflict, and I warned you what would happen.”
“You’re not going to hurt me,” I said, tugging my hand, the chain bashing and jangling off the wall.
“I know for you, fun is in the domination, fun is in the act of forcing me to stop working, to quit my job, to commit to complete servitude with you. Right?” His cock pulsed against my other hand, as if his body was giving him away.
“I saw that in your profile too,” he whispered. “You love analyzing people. You love to know what someone is going to do.”
I did, I do. I pulled away, unable to control my smile. “You’ve gotta stop reading that file.”
“You didn’t tell me about any of those things, so I had to read it,” he said. “It’s also how I know you’ve got—Daddy issues.”
“Daddy issues,” I said, feeling the heat in my face now more than when he was exhaling in it. “I don’t have—”
“You gamble like him?” he asked.
“What?”
“Like your father. He’s like, a quarter of a million dollars in debt,” he said, and I pulled my hand out of his trousers. I didn’t want to talk about him while grabbing Rocco’s dick. “Aw, come on, you were almost ready to get it out.”
“No,” I said. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but I don’t care about him, and I definitely don’t have Daddy issues. But I have had—”
“Go on,” he said, leaning in closer now, his body almost on top of mine as I dropped back to lay on the ground. “I’m not taking all of this from the file, which by the way was so easy to get. You’ve got a lot of leaks in the government. And maybe you’re one of them.”
“You’d rather put me in prison for something I didn’t do than fuck me?” I asked. “Is that what you’re going for here? Because really, you’re confusing me.”
“Really?” he asked, now on top of me completely.
“Usually, people will do anything to go free, but you, there’s something about you that I don’t really understand, and I don’t know if you’re ever going to reveal it.
I want to cage you, in a place where you can exist, untouched, as punishment for lying to me.
Two, three, four, however many days, maybe they should be counted as years? ”
I giggled. “You wanna fuck me that bad, huh?” He wasn’t going to because I was an agent, so he was trying to have me resign, trying any way possible to get a clear conscience. “Is this really so people don’t judge you?”
Rocco’s tongue appeared between his teeth, biting on the tip just enough for me to raise my head and touch it with my tongue. I liked the sweet softness to his tongue, and in the same way he called sleeping with me poison, his tongue and mouth were intoxicating.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Just the tip.”
He smirked. “I can’t.”
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered.
Rocco’s eyes widened. “Let’s not fuck around with that,” he said. “You’re really trying to give me all that control?”
I nodded. It was working. “Yes, Daddy,” I said, pouting.
“Or do you prefer, Sir, Master, Boss? I can do it all.” It was so easy to slip into this soft version of my submission, a horny little space, and I was desperate now, after all this foreplay, for more enrichment in my life than just creating images from the ceiling marks.
I wanted his heavy body to compress itself against me like some ASMR hydraulic press, all the way down until I popped.
“Fuck it,” he growled.