Ten - Redric
My eyes were on my plate of harean steak, but my attention was solely on the nerves in my thigh. Pinpricks of heat flared up under her knuckles as she rubbed them against my leg, sliding towards my inner thigh.
My fork clattered to my plate of pasta as my fingers tightened on hers, stopping their exploration. “What are you doing?” I hissed.
“These people are going to report back to her. I’m just giving them something to say.”
She pushed against me, dragging her knuckles against the stiffness of my cock. I sucked in a breath, hating that I wanted her.
Leaning over, she pressed her lips to my neck, then licked up to my ear. I stilled, knowing that shoving her off now might cast enough suspicion on our relationship that the Dame set a trap for us at the resort.
“Stop it,” I hissed.
“We need an answer to her last question, and the easiest one for why we want this to work with each other is going to be if we can’t keep our hands to ourselves,” she whispered, her teeth latching onto my ear.
A shiver broke through my resistance.
Turning away from her, I pushed her hand off my lap. “Perhaps that’s all you can think about, but I’m certain I can come up with a better answer than that.”
She snorted. “Now who’s being competitive?”
“I’m not. I’m just...protecting my asset.” From being assassinated after we got to the retreat. Simply being horny was a dumb answer the Dame wouldn’t accept.
“Oh, I’m your asset now, am I?” She cocked a brow. “Poor words for your wife.”
“You’re not my –”
She looked at me pointedly, reminding me that there were spies everywhere.
“Asset only,” I said quickly. “Just mostly. You owe me a hundred thousand pebs –”
“What?”
“In that card game you lost.” I smirked. “And now an extra twenty-five thousand eight hundred has been added to that.” The food in this place was expensive. “So until that’s repaid in some way” –I looked pointedly at her neck– “I have to protect what’s mine.”
Her grin spread across her face, hitting me in the solar plexus. “Aw, that’s the sweetest thing someone’s ever said to me.”
I stared at her, my mouth working wordlessly. Was I not clear in my threat? I just told her I was going to kill her more for this, didn’t I?
Shoving her chair back, she stood quickly. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” she said, angling away from the table.
“But I haven’t finished, and this cost –”
“It’s on me, remember?” Leaning down, she nipped my ear again. Her breath hot on my neck, she whispered, “I want to talk away from all these ears. Now get up, grab my ass, and let’s go.”
My eyes narrowed, hating that I wanted to listen to her. She didn’t get to just order me about, keeping the upper hand when I should be the one who had it.
Scooting my chair back, I grabbed her waist and hauled her onto my lap so she sat across me. A small gasp left her as she looked up into my eyes. “I said I haven’t finished eating yet. And considering we have to stay touching until I do, you’re going to kneel at my feet and place your head on my lap.”
“No.”
I ducked my head until our lips were nearly touching. “You are, and if you get hungry, I can feed you.”
The thought of her at my feet, of humiliating her in public was making my pulse wild with a need to see her finally break.
“I ordered a steak,” she breathed.
“I know how to use a knife.”
Her eyes dipped to my lips, tightening my fingers on her waist.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered, wanting so badly to say her name.
“Kiss me first,” she said, and my pulse jerked along with my cock. But I wasn’t going to let her barter in this. It was about time she just fucking obeyed.
“No.” I dropped my hand to her prosthetic leg, a silent threat that I would reveal her identity.
She looked at me smugly, crossing her arms, and it all suddenly clicked.
Why she was being such a pain in my ass.
Why she felt like she still had the upper hand despite being in my debt and needing me to get into the resort.
She thought I would protect her. That I would be so obsessed with my own need to kill her that I wouldn’t let anyone else do it.
And I hated that she was right.
Rage shattering my control, I yanked hard on her leg. Her hands scrambled to keep her prosthesis on, and I used her moment of distraction to shove her off me and onto the floor. She hit the ground with a thump, smacking her head on the table, and I grabbed the wobbling glasses as the other patrons in the restaurant turned to look at us.
I liked their eyes on her as she sat at my feet even if they didn’t know who she really was.
Grabbing her hair, I yanked her head to my lap. She bared her teeth, and I slammed my other hand over her mouth before she could bite me. “You’re going to sit there and be good,” I growled.
“I’m going to bite your fucking dick off,” she muttered against my palm.
“When I shove it down your throat, you’re going to be too busy choking to try.”
Her eyes widening, she licked my hand. Arousal shot up my arm and down my spine, jolting my cock. Her gaze flew to it, and my thighs bunched as I wrestled with the urge to make good on my promise here and now, damn our audience.
Slowly pulling my hand off her mouth, I reached up and grabbed my fork. Her eyes bore into me as I started to eat. But the food was a lot blander than it had been a few minutes ago, all my senses focused purely on the feel of my enemy’s head between my thighs. She shifted, her cheek rubbing against me, and my knuckles turned white as my fork wavered in the air. Forcing it to my mouth, I took another bite, my appetite completely replaced by a need for something else.
Hot breaths feathered across my thigh, the fabric of my robes a shit barrier, heating up every nerve in my legs and cock. I took another bite. My fingers twisted in her hair hard enough to make her wince.
She looked so beautiful down on her knees and quiet, no biting retort coming out of her lips, that I felt generous enough to feed her. Cutting up a bit of her steak, I held it to her with my fingers. The thought of her eating like an animal made me smile.
“Who’s a good girl?” I mocked, not bothering to keep my voice down, wanting the whole place to laugh at her just like everyone had at me when they’d found me once again with my pants around my ankles.
She growled at me, a fitting response.
“Take it,” I sneered. “Because I am getting really tired of your shit and am thinking I should just cut my losses.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would. Spending time with you is torture, and it will give me a lot of pleasure just to leave you here for them to have their way with you.” I’d meant those words as a secret way to say they’d kill her, but the thought of her tied down and at everyone’s mercy made my cock jerk painfully.
Her eyes narrowed, cogs and wheels grinding behind them. Opening her mouth, she took the steak.
I hissed in a breath as her teeth scraped my fingers and her tongue flicked across my thumb. Releasing the morsel, I scratched her head like an animal. “Good girl.”
She leaned away from me, but the grip I had on her hair didn’t let her go far.
Cutting up another piece of steak, awkward with just one hand, I said, “Now give me paw.”
A breath was sucked in through her lips, pulled in by the vortex of her glare. Lifting a hand, she placed it right on my cock, them smiled triumphantly as I jerked in my chair. My pulse quickened. My balls tightened. Precum stained the inside of my boxers. “Good girl,” I rasped as I pushed the steak into her mouth.
Her palm rubbed against me as she swallowed, and my head fell forward on a groan.
Tightening my grip in her hair, I shoved my seat back and yanked her to her feet. The chair toppled over, but I didn’t pay it any heed as I dragged her towards the exit. Slapping my wrist on the pay counter below our table number, I didn’t even look at the cost as I pulled her out the door.
Hurrying down the side of the restaurant, I stopped on the other side of the dumpster and threw her against the wall. She reached for me just as I stepped forward, my muscled thigh diving between her legs. I bent my head to her neck and bit hard, needing to mar her, punish her.
Blood swirled on my tongue as I sucked on her. She rubbed against me on a moan, so I stepped back, denying her any sort of pleasure. My hands going to my waist, I fished my cock out and sneered at her. “Get down on your knees, Evangeline.”
Sucking in a ragged breath, she dropped to the ground. Seeing her crouching in the stains of a leaking dumpster with her mouth open for me to use nearly made me come.
Grabbing her head, I shoved my cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat in one smooth thrust. She gagged around me, saliva dribbling down her chin as I pounded into her face.
“Don’t have anything to say now, do you?” I growled as I rammed the back of her head into the wall. Each thump got me harder. Choking her on my cock, I thrust mercilessly into her hot wet hole.
I punished her for all the years she’d been cruel to me.
Letting her know in no uncertain terms that the power in our relationship had flipped.
She would obey me from here on out.
I owned her body, and I would take whatever the fuck I wanted from it while giving nothing in return.
Reaching for her pussy, Evangeline tried to give herself the pleasure I was denying her, so I leaned down to grab her hands. She fought me as I wrestled them against my chest, but with my legs still pressing against her, she did not have the space to take a swing. Breathing heavily, I pinned her wrists with one hand against my stomach, then grabbed my wet cock with the other.
Lining it up with her mouth, I pushed inside her lips. The feel of her forced submission made me groan. As she scratched her nails into my chest, I squeezed her wrists.
Hammering hard into her mouth, I hissed at the scrape of her teeth. They dragged back and forth, settling into a pleasurable pain that took me to the edge of ecstasy. Slamming my stomach into her nose over and over again, I grabbed her hair and really started to use her.
Her head beat like a drum against the wall.
My balls tightened.
Pushing in one last time, I came all down her fucking throat. Groaning, I pulled out as my cum still shot in hot bursts, painting her face with the proof of her submission.
I grabbed my cock and jerked up and down it, pumping it of every last drop. She glared at me, breathing heavily, her chin wet with slobber, her face streaked with white. A final glob of cum hit her right between the eyes.
My pulse skittering through my skull, my body hot, I released her hands and stepped back. With a sharp twist of my heels, I shoved my cock back inside my robes and walked away just as angry with her as I’d been before.