20. Parker
20
PARKER
I t’s official, Danny is trying to kill me. For what feels like the hundredth time since I got home from work, the egg that he chose and that I pushed into my pussy bursts to life in a flurry of vibrations that come whenever they please in no discernible order.
“Oh god,” I groan, slapping my hand out to the side, reaching for anything I can hold on to. My fingers find Danny’s thigh, and I grip, my body pulsing with the need to come. Closing my eyes, I tense, desperate for release, but before the pleasure that my body is craving so desperately can consume me, the vibration stops dead, cutting off my almost orgasm, just the way Danny’s been stopping me from coming all night.
I’m not sure if he’s punishing me, or toying with me, or if he’s just being an asshole, but honestly, if he cuts my release off one more time, there’s a real chance I’ll rip off his pants and sit on his cock instead, because I need to come.
“No,” I groan. “Danny.”
“What’s the matter, beautiful?” my tormentor asks, his tone even but laced with amusement.
“You’re evil.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Why don’t you spell it out for me?” he taunts.
Turning my head to the side, I narrow my eyes and glare. “You know what you’re doing.”
“Tell me.”
Oh, he’s torturing me, and he’s loving every moment.
“Tell me, Parker,” he demands, his tone laced with dominance that makes more wetness soak into my already saturated panties,
“You’re pushing me to the edge, then stopping,” I hiss, suddenly angry. “You’re punishing me.”
“I didn’t start this, you did, so how can I be punishing you?” he asks calmly.
I start to say that it’s because he thinks I rejected him again, but the egg bursts to life, pulsing and buzzing with an intensity that has a low, guttural groan bursting from my lips.
“Jesus, Parks, you need to come so much, don’t you?” he purrs.
Nodding my head up and down hard, I tense, desperate to come. Just as my body starts to hum, my release so close I can taste it, everything stops.
“No,” I snarl.
“So close,” Danny taunts. “I bet the couch is all wet, isn’t it? Those tiny little panties definitely won’t be able to hold all the cream your pretty cunt is making.”
My cheeks heat to a hot red.
“Hmm, do you think your dripping wetness will ruin my couch? Tsk-tsk, that’s not okay, is it? Why don’t you stand up and we can see how much of a mess you’ve made?”
Humiliation and want fill me in equal measure, and I find myself standing up, then turning around to look down at the couch cushion. Mortifyingly, there is a slight damp patch where I’ve been sitting.
“Look at that, what a mess,” Danny drawls, his eyes hooded and dark. “What do you think we should do about that?”
The egg bursts to life again, and I sag, reaching out and gripping his knee with my fingers as my body tightens, desperately reaching for the orgasm he keeps ripping away from me.
“Oh, beautiful, I wasn’t going to suggest a spanking, but if you think that’s a suitable punishment for you ruining my couch cushion, then I’ll accept that,” Danny says, an evil glint flashing in his eyes as he smirks at me.
“No, I didn’t,” I start to protest, then notice that I’m not just holding on to his leg, I’m already halfway over his lap, my fingers gripping his knees.
“Put yourself over my legs and ask for a spanking, if that’s what you think you deserve,” Danny orders.
God, I wish I didn’t want to, but I really do. Since the first time he suggested spanking me, the fantasy has been at the back of my mind, wondering if it’d ever become a reality. He spanked my ass the other day when he used the toy on me, but I wasn’t over his lap, and I never asked for it.
“Danny.”
“Your choice, Parks. You can do as I say and ask for it, or you can go to bed. Your decision.”
It feels awkward as I try to sexily drape myself over his thighs, and in the end, he has to help position me so I don’t feel like I’m going to fall. Once my belly is pressed into his legs, my tits, head, and arms dangling over his other thigh, he grabs my ass cheek and hauls me up higher, forcing me to spread my legs as he positions me where he wants me.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, my voice shaky and desperate.
“Never.”
Neither of us speaks again as he peels my panties down over my ass, dragging them from my wet core until they’re hanging mid-thigh between my legs.
“No wonder you made such a mess on my couch. Look at all this,” he drawls, running his hand between my thighs and collecting some of the wetness that’s dripping from my unsatisfied core.
The egg inside of me starts to vibrate in pulsing, random bursts, and I feel a fresh surge of arousal gushing from my sex.
“Messy, messy, Parker,” he taunts, collecting the fresh arousal, then spanking me hard and fast on the full fleshy part of my ass. I’m so distracted by his fingers between my legs that his palm on my ass catches me by surprise, and I shriek, throwing my hand back to cover my butt.
“Move your hand,” he hisses angrily.
Pulling my hand back, I curl my fingers around his calf and tense, waiting for the next strike. The silent wait stretches for so long I wonder if he’s changed his mind, until he speaks.
“Do you have something to ask me?”
“Danny.”
“It’s easy, just a few words, Parker, then you’ll get what you need.”
Swallowing thickly, I fidget, trying to rub my thighs together, wondering if it’ll give me enough friction to come.
His hand pushes between my legs, forcing my thighs apart.
“Up you get, you don’t want this.”
“Spank me,” I blurt, not wanting this to end, no matter how needy I am.
“What?”
“Will you spank me, please?” I ask.
The long, drawn-out silence that follows feels like it lasts a lifetime, then the egg surges to life, fast, hard vibration pulsing through me only to stop, then flash to life for a second, softly buzzing.
I process the sound of his hand on my ass before the feeling. He’s not spanking me hard enough to really hurt, but each time his palm lands on my butt, I grow wetter and wetter, my body lighting up with the hint of pain and the feeling of the toy buried inside of me.
I don’t know how long it goes on for, but heat radiates from my skin, and a hot burning sensation makes my mind fuzzy as my thoughts start to drift. Suddenly all I am is sensation. Heat and want and need that’s so compulsive, the desire to come feels like an addiction.
The world swims, and as I blink back to reality, I’m upright, Danny’s hands on my hips holding me steady.
“Spread your legs,” he demands when my legs stiffen enough for me to hold my own weight.
“What?” I question.
“Spread your legs,” he repeats.
Shuffling my feet apart, I rest one hand on his shoulder, biting my lip in hopeful anticipation of finally getting the orgasm he’s been denying me all night.
I groan wantonly as he parts my pussy lips and grabs the cord that’s attached to the toy inside of me. The dragging sensation feels so intense that it almost hurts as he pulls it millimeter by millimeter out of me until it falls from my body.
“Oh god,” I groan when my pussy suddenly feels gapingly empty.
“Go to bed, Parks.”
Blinking, I stare at Danny. “What?”
“You heard me. I said go to bed.”
“But,” I start, my eyes dropping to the very visible bulge in his pants.
“You want my dick?” he asks coldly.
I nod before I truly take in the anger in his eyes and the hurt in his body language.
“You can’t have it. Now go to bed. If you get yourself off, then we’re done.”
My lips fall open, and I stare at him. “You can’t leave me like this, I need?—”
“It’s your body, Parker. You have a drawer full of toys you can use to get yourself off if that’s what you want. I’m not stopping you. But if you choose to do that, then I’ll know you’re not interested. We’ll just be friends, only friends. If you want this to be more than just friends, then this is a rule: I choose how and when my woman gets off.”
After a long, drawn-out silence while I try to process what he just said, I jump when he curls an arm around my back and pulls me closer. Lifting his free hand, he gently cups my cheek, then slides his fingers down until he’s pinching my chin. Pressing two fingers against my lips, he applies a little pressure, and I open my mouth for him.
The moment my lips part, he pushes two fingers over my tongue, but instead of ordering me to suck, he pulls down, forcing me to open wider. Before I realize his intent, he pushes the egg he just pulled from my pussy into my mouth, slipping his own fingers free, then lifting my chin and closing my mouth around it. The taste of my own arousal coats my tongue as he leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek.
“Good night, Parker.”
Shuffling me to the side, he slips gracefully off the couch and leaves me. I’m not sure how long I stand there, legs parted, naked from the waist down, with a sex toy in my mouth as I stare at the stairs Danny climbed, leaving me alone and needy with the ultimatum he offered me still hanging in the air.
It takes longer than I expect to snap out of the haze he left me in, but when I do, I open my mouth and pull the egg out, staring at it, plastic and still. My body is screaming with the need to come. My butt is hot and sore, and all I can taste and smell and feel is my own desire.
My clit is so needy it’s actually pulsing between my legs, and I know it wouldn’t take much to make myself come. But Danny said if I gave myself the pleasure I so desperately need, then whatever this thing is between us would be over.
I don’t want that.
The last five days that I’ve spent without him have been lonely and awful. Even my drawer full of toys couldn’t help me shrug off the blanket of sadness, that feeling like I’d lost him has left me drowning in. Leaving him those pictures had been my last ditch effort to make him understand I wasn’t ready for this to be over, but I don’t feel like this stupid game resolved anything.
Talking to him would have been a better option, only I’m not great with words, or at least not when I’m talking to him. Every time we try to talk about us, I can’t find the words to tell him how scared I am, and I just keep messing up. But actions are easier. I can show him that I want him. I can show him that I pick him, even if that means being left needy and wanting.
Quickly cleaning up, I force myself not to think about the ache between my thighs or the burning heat that’s pulsing from my freshly spanked ass.
Checking that the front door is locked, I turn off the lights and climb the stairs, heading for the bathroom. Turning on the light, I catch sight of my ass in the mirror and gasp at the color of my skin. My butt cheeks are bright cherry red, just the way he promised me they’d be.
A fresh pulse of need makes my stomach clench, and I have to curl my fingers into fists to stop myself from reaching between my thighs. Stumbling to the basin, I turn on the faucet and shove my wrists under the cold water, hoping that it’ll cool my racing libido.
The shock of the cold on my heated skin does bring my ire down a little, from supernova to rampant inferno, but it’s enough to allow me to use the bathroom and calm my breathing a little.
Once I’m done, I step onto the landing and stare at the two-bedroom doors. My own room is directly opposite the bathroom, but my eyes move to Danny’s door, wondering what he’ll do if I crawl into his bed as opposed to my own.
Sucking in air, I rip off the white shirt he left out for me to wear, letting it flutter to the floor, then march toward his room, open his door, and step inside before I can think better of it.
“I won’t fuck you or make you come,” he says the moment I cross the threshold.
“Okay.”
“What do you want, Parker?”
“I missed you,” I croak.
“Did you stay with me the other night, or did you wait until I fell asleep to creep out of my bed?”
“I fell asleep with your dick in my mouth. I woke up when my alarm went off.”
Despite the darkness, I watch him blink slowly, then lift the edge of the comforter, inviting me in. Rushing across the room, I slip in beside him, then immediately question why I’m here. I don’t know if sharing a bed will make things better or worse. In the end, does it matter? Sleeping alone would have been futile. There’s no way I would have been able to settle enough to even close my eyes, but will I be tempted to touch myself if I’m lying beside him all night?
Before I have a chance to second-guess myself and run back to my own room, Danny pulls me on top of him, palming my hot ass to hold me in place.
I don’t know if I fall asleep first, or if he does, but I’m woken up with the feeling of his fingers toying between my thighs.
“Danny,” I rasp.
“Good morning, Parker.”
“Oh god,” I groan when he slips a finger into my sex and slowly starts to pump in and out. The moment my body parts to let him in, all of my need from the night before immediately returns, and the orgasm he denied me yesterday surges to life. A crescendo of moans falls from my lips, but his fingers slip out of me, leaving me ready to cry when my pleasure fades to a needy twinge between my thighs.
“Danny,” I gasp.
“You should get ready for work, or you’ll be late.”
“You can’t leave me like this,” I whine.
“You know your options.” Grabbing my chin, he kisses me hard and fast, then lifts me off him and climbs out of bed without looking back.
I’m aggravated and angry by the time I slow my car to a stop in the lot behind the shop. Muttering under my breath, I lift a hand in greeting to Penn as I stomp into the break room, grabbing a pair of my new coveralls from my locker and angrily shoving my feet into them.
“Whoa. What’s the matter?” Henry asks, his sweet, kind voice melting away a layer of my frustration.
“Danny,” I hiss.
Henry’s soft snicker instantly infuriates me, and I spin around, freezing him to the spot with a death glare. “It’s not funny,” I snarl through gritted teeth.
His eyes widen, and he takes a step back, his shoulders curling in a little in the face of my misplaced anger.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” I instantly repent. “Danny finished his shift yesterday morning. Clearly, I’m not good at talking to him, so I figured I’d show him I was into him. I took a couple of pics of me in my sexiest underwear and left them on his bed and told him to pick. When I got home last night, I got ready in the stuff he chose, and he spent the entire night torturing me.”
“Torturing you?” he asks, his eyes innocently wide.
“He wouldn’t let me come,” I whine.
Pursing his lips, Henry does his best to hide his amusement but fails miserably.
“At the end of the night, he told me to go to bed, but that if I sorted out my own…happy ending, we were done.”
Henry’s eyes widen again. “I’m guessing you didn’t…” He pauses, then cringes a little. “Have a happy night?”
“No. Nor a happy morning, when he got me close, then told me to go to work and that I know my options.”
Wincing a little, Henry finally looks slightly sympathetic. “I mean, would he know if you, you know…got happy?”
“Probably not. But I’m not a good liar.”
He nods. “Yeah, I guess. Do you want a coffee?”
Nodding pathetically, he squeezes my shoulder as he passes me and heads into the small kitchen to make us drinks.
My day is the longest in all of time, space, and history. I snap at every customer, at Penn, at Henry, and at every car I touch. By the time I get home, I’m miserable and ready to curl up and sleep, hoping that when I wake up in the morning, all of this pent-up need inside of me will be gone.
Pushing open the front door, I don’t bother to even glance in Danny’s direction; instead, I kick off my shoes and head upstairs, not willing to spend another night being pushed to the edge over and over again.
When I push open my bedroom door, I’m shocked to find something laid out on the bed. Stepping further into the room, I stare at the white fabric and realize it’s the cream romper I wore the other night. Picking it up, I run my fingers over the soft fabric, then notice one of my bejeweled plugs, a bottle of lube, and a note sitting on the comforter.
My heart swells, then sinks. I’m honestly not sure I can take another night of edging, but I don’t know if that’s what he has planned. A part of me wants to play with him because these teasing games we’ve been playing are the only time we’re both completely in tune. But after I unintentionally rejected him again at the garage the other day, I’m not sure if we’re even playing anymore, or if he’s just toying with me now.
Picking up the note, I exhale, then allow myself to focus on the words he’s written.
Bring the plug and the lube downstairs with you. D xoxo