Payton #2
“You don’t have to do that. There’s no one here to put on a show for. Isn’t the point of all this to prove to Harlowe that you don’t need her to set you up with her friends? It’s not about what I need or want. I’m here filling a role as a favor, which is fine.”
I can feel the tension in Ainsley’s body despite her relaxed posture.
I consider my words before replying. “That might’ve been what got us here in the first place, but why shouldn’t we get something out of the charade that’s beneficial?
I want to take care of you, and you have needs that should be explored.
I can be a safe way for you to do that. Completely outside of our arrangement, of course.
This has no bearing on what we’ve agreed to do in public for my image as a perpetual bachelor.
Though it could lend credibility to the story of me being in a committed relationship if we look sexually satisfied. ”
She stiffens in my arms. “You’re saying we could have sex and it wouldn’t be real or mean anything, but it wouldn’t be for our fake relationship? Why even do it, then? Why not just keep it off the table completely and not complicate the situation any more than it needs to be?”
“I didn’t say it wouldn’t be real.” Fuck, how I want it to be real. She’d go running if she knew that, though. I try a different tactic. “How wet do you get when I call you my pretty little cumslut?” I ask, voice low and commanding.
I feel the change in her posture immediately. She goes soft and attentive, her face turning toward mine, eyes wide, lips parted, back arching as her ass grinds into my lap unconsciously.
“W-wet,” she says haltingly, her cheeks growing pink either from embarrassment or desire.
“I bet if I slipped my fingers up your skirt, I’d find my sweet cockwhore’s panties soaked for Daddy, wouldn’t I?”
She subtly parts her legs in invitation, and I take it, sliding a palm between her knees and up to the apex of her thighs, where I feel her hot and wet for me, just as expected. I groan as I stroke the tips of my fingers under the edge of her lace panties and she lets out a breathy sigh.
“Oh, God,” she says quietly, turning her face into my neck, her whole body shaking from that one light touch.
Fuck, she’s more responsive than I could have imagined.
I haven’t even brushed her clit or sunk a finger inside of her and she’s already trembling.
I reluctantly remove my hand from her thighs.
“Tonight, it’s Daddy. Now eyes on me.”
I taste her on my fingertips while I wait for her to turn hazy eyes to mine. She’s sweet, as expected, and it makes my cock harden, digging into her ass where she’s still curled on my lap. I want to bury my face between her thighs and feast on her while she eats her dinner.
“You could get off just from my voice and the filthy words I say because I want you to. Isn’t that right, Princess? Now taste yourself and suck.”
I move my hand to her mouth and push two fingers with her arousal coating them across her parted lips and she sucks them in, swirling her tongue around.
She keeps her eyes on mine as I press them farther into her mouth and test her reflex.
She may be confused about her reactions to what she wants, but she has no problem acting on them in the moment, and she can deepthroat my fingers just fine.
I push until she gags, eyes watering, before I pull my fingers out.
“The next time I tell you to suck, you’ll be on your knees, begging for my cock and I’ll be watching your pretty pink lips suck me off.
” I brush my thumb along her cheek and smile at her.
“You took it well. You’re so fucking perfect, Princess.
Such a good little slut. And that’s why we’re going to explore this together. ”
She blinks, clearing the sex haze from her eyes when I let my voice return to a normal tone before she unfolds out of my arms.
“How are you doing that? What sort of mind games are you playing with me?” she asks, eyes narrowing as she stands on shaky legs and moves to her own chair without me stopping her.
I would prefer she stay curled up right here in my lap, but she needs her distance to think clearly, and I’m happy to give her that.
“I’m not playing mind games. I just tapped into something you need and respond to that I’m capable of providing.
If you want to play games, that’s something I’m quite good at and we can come up with all sorts of scenarios that would be lots of fun.
” I grin at her as she shoots me a glare that could freeze the fiery pits of hell.
I push the plate of food toward her. “Now please eat. I know you’re hungry. ”
I pour us each a glass of wine before I take my own plate while she eyes me suspiciously.
Finally, she takes a bite of the food I cut for her and lets out the most erotic-sounding moan of pleasure that instantly makes my cock hard again.
My head snaps up at that noise and a small smile tugs on my lips when I see her eyes are closed and she’s finally making a happy, blissed-out face.
Okay, so she likes tasty food. If that’s one way to get her to relax and stop being so prickly, I can work with that.
If I can get her to make more of those hot little noises and her face to look like that when she’s experiencing pleasure without food involved, I’ll call this a successful weekend.
“This is incredible. Your chef is amazing.”
She takes another bite and tips her head back and forth like she’s doing a happy food dance to some internal music only she can hear while she hums her pleasure. It’s the most innocent and sweet she’s been around me. All over food.
Fuck, this is a side of Ainsley I want to see more of.
Her prickly personality and wanting to figure her out up until now has intrigued me, but this authentic joy is something I could easily want to make mine.
I’ve just doubled down on my resolve to loosen Ainsley Montgomery up and see who she is under her layers of anger and control because she could be exactly what I need and I already have her right where I want her.
“So are those noises you’re making. They’re making me as hard as when you were in my lap.
You do realize we’re sharing a bed tonight.
I've felt how wet your pussy is for me, figured out how far you can deep throat, know I can probably make you come with words alone, and see you’re pacified with good food.
You’re giving me all the power here, baby, and as much as I fucking love it and will use it to my advantage, I want you to be the one to direct where this goes. ”
Her eyes grow wide as she swallows her mouthful of food and sets her fork down. “Am I that easy to read?”
I reach out and stroke my thumb over her cheek, not able to resist touching her. “I’m sure to most people you’re a locked down vault. To me, you were a puzzle I wanted to solve as soon as I met you, and I’m really good at reading people.”
“Why do I…respond…to all this kink stuff? To what you said. I don't like it. That’s not me at all.” Her tone is accusatory like I’ve forced the response out of her rather than evoked it from somewhere she’s repressed.
I nod in understanding as I take a sip of wine. “You don't think you should like it, is what you mean. You think because you’re an independent, empowered woman who takes no shit from men, those words are belittling and not at all aligned with the image you’ve created of yourself.”
She nods. “I don’t like it. I shouldn’t. It’s all wrong.” She sounds less sure with each statement.
“You fucking loved it when I had you blindfolded and tied up, begging me to keep spanking that perfect ass of yours.”
She blushes and frowns in annoyance. “I asked you a serious question and you immediately turned it into something that would make me uncomfortable. Don’t be a dick. Just help me understand.”
I take her hand in mine and run my thumb over her knuckles in a soft motion, reassuring her that I’m taking her seriously.
“Degradation can be healing in a way. It may help you overcome past trauma by reclaiming the words that were used to hurt you, by turning them into something that makes you feel sexy and powerful instead. The moment that changes for you, this stops. My words are for your pleasure, not punishment or disrespect.” I give her an understanding smile.
“It’s okay to like it. There’s nothing at all wrong with the things that bring you pleasure, even if they differ from what you think you should want. ”
She blinks at me, but she doesn’t stop me, so I continue.