Chapter 22 #2
“Is that what made you come?” I panted. “All the things I didn’t give you? Or thoughts of revenge?”
He smirked and shook his head. “No. I got off on giving my princess every little thing she needs.” His hand snaked under my coat and into my bra, thumb and finger plucking my nipple until I sat forward.
“On drawing you out and making you wet. Knowing you’d come on my tongue.
Hearing you say my name in so many different ways.
Knowing you crave me even when you pretend you don’t. That’s what got me off.”
“Hmm, I don’t think that’s it. I think maybe I’ve got you,” I lifted my pinky finger and corkscrewed my pointer finger around it, “wrapped all the way around—”
Harlan silenced me with a kiss, shoving my pants and underwear down before hauling me onto the countertop behind me. “Maybe. Keep talking, though. Gonna make the next part extra satisfying.”
He pulled my ass to the edge of the counter and slipped his hands under my knees to hold me open. “Look at this perfect little cunt, weeping for me.” He shook his head. “Almost like it wants a kiss or something.”
I drew a shaky breath and let it out slowly, afraid to let him see how much this was affecting me. His gaze traveled up my body, meeting mine before dropping to my pussy again. I was right on the verge of begging him to do more when he spoke.
“Clench for me.”
I did as he asked without hesitation, because maybe if I followed his rules, I’d get what I wanted.
“Again.”
I clenched for him, watching his face for some sign of approval.
“Feels empty, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, embarrassed at how quickly he turned me into a pathetic mess. My clit throbbed and my pussy ached. I rocked my hips to search for relief, but only found the steamy kitchen air surrounding us. “I need you.”
He clicked his tongue. “So impatient, princess. Can’t have you getting everything you want right away.”
I groaned, my cheeks reddening at what I was about to say. “Please, Daddy.”
His thumb passed over the divot below my lips, forcing my gaze to his. “It’s the sweetest fucking sound when you say it.”
He brushed his lips over mine, launching a sensual series of kisses. I sat up to pull him closer, barring one arm across his shoulder blades and the other cupping his neck.
“You’re such a nice girl when you want something.”
I chuckled, bringing back his words. “You have no idea how nice I can be.”
His grin had me trembling, a mixture of nerves and excitement surging through me. “I’m about to find out.”
Harlan dragged his long fingers up my bare thigh and I was all but jumping to direct him where I wanted him. He drew the pad of his middle finger down one side of my pussy, then the other. A pathetic whine escaped me.
“Is that not what you wanted, your highness?” Harlan’s fingertip circled around my clit in a way that had my inner thighs quaking. He bent forward to kiss my neck as he worked the buttons of my chef’s coat open.
“How can you stand it?” I asked. “Teasing me like this? Don’t you want something too?”
“Chef, you should know by now that I love nothing more than teasing you. This isn’t me waiting. This is me getting what I want.”
I lunged at him, both ready to shred his clothes with my bare hands and to throw him down and fuck him senseless.
He caught my wrists before I could inflict any damage.
It was way too easy for him to overpower me when he wanted to, but there was something even more intoxicating about how he didn’t want to hurt me.
Instead, this was a game designed to force me to take the pleasure he gave.
“Don’t lie to me, princess. You live for this too. Say it.”
I pinched my lips as he gently placed my hands under my own knees. He leaned one hand behind me on the counter, fingertip returning to my pussy to trace every inch with a maddeningly featherlight touch.
“Please,” I whined.
“You have to tell me what you want, Em. Then I’ll think about whether you can have it.”
My biceps burned holding my legs open as wide as he asked, especially with the resistance where my legs wanted to shut and capture his hand.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Harlan hummed. “And?”
“Make me come. But . . .”
He lifted a brow. “But?”
“Kiss me while you do it.”
He nodded and gave more pressure with still one fingertip. “Was that so hard?”
My body slackened against the relief of him actually touching me, but it still wasn’t enough. I moved my hands from my knees to his shoulders and my hips searched for more friction. “Harlan.”
“Easy,” he warned. “If you’re good, I’ll give you one of those things you asked for.”
“Which one? Do I only get one?”
He smirked and touched his tongue to his lip. “Something you asked for last time if you keep your legs open and stop trying to take more from me. Take what I give you. I know you can if you put your mind to it.”
“Fuck you,” I groaned.
“If you’re lucky, I might.” He punctuated his assholery with a peck to my lips.
I fisted the open sides of his coat to keep myself from moving. “I can’t fucking stand you.”
His smile grew and his eyes widened. “I know. That’s the best part.” He watched my face intently as he continued his work. “Look at that. You can’t stand me but you’re so good for me. What’s that about?”
I opened my mouth to respond and he mirrored me to mock me, but I couldn’t speak.
“What’s that? Pussy got your tongue?”
“Oh my god.” I slumped away from him and shoved his shirt away from my hands. “How am I supposed to take you seriously?”
He showed me how. A swift, wet smack hit my clit. It made me sit up straight, the stinging pleasure stealing my breath. “Listening now?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I managed through my worked-up haze.
His hand landed on my throat to bring my attention back to his face. “My good girl’s back.” He slid his fingers beyond the waistband of his pants, shoving them down and letting his cock spring free. “You earned your treat.”
I wish I could say I held it together, but I was a panting, begging mess.
His height perfectly aligned with my hips on the counter, where he fit his cock against me.
The pressure of each rung of his ladder passed along my slit.
Harlan rolled his hips and just like in the hot tub, the piercings passed up and down my clit. His name was a plea on my lips.
“Is that good?”
“So good,” I said, sweat prickling over my skin.
“This a good reward? Is this what you were after?”
He grabbed the center of my bralette and pulled down until my breasts were freed, taking a moment to dip his head and suck a nipple.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as my pussy clenched around nothing. A lazy smile broke over my lips. “I still want you inside.”
He pressed his hand against the base of my spine, forcing us closer together. “This isn’t enough for you? Greediest princess I ever met.”
I cried out as the pleasure mounted, the sensations becoming overwhelming: the stretch of my inner thighs, the intensity of his piercings on my clit, the fire building deep inside me.
“Harlan, please.”
“You still need more? How about this?” His hips pumped faster, my whole body jolting with the aftershock and shifting me to the point that I was more on him than the counter. He took it in stride, winding my legs around his waist and snapping his hips harder. Slam. Slam. Slam.
“I’m so close,” I warned.
Harlan’s eyes lit up before he sealed his lips to mine, fulfilling my wish to have him kiss me while I came.
He propped me back on the counter’s edge, using a hand on my thigh as leverage while his other hand laced with mine.
I fought a swoon because it was such a tender motion from such an aggressive lover.
“Keep coming, I’m almost with you.” His hair fell over his forehead as he watched where he glided along my folds. “Fuck, fuck.”
The first shot landed on my pussy, but I looked up to find him watching me, my eyes. I knew what he needed.
I reached for his face and pulled him in for a tight kiss. The wetness on my pussy intensified as he continued to let go, all while holding a tender, needy kiss.
I liked him needy.
He broke our kiss and put our foreheads together. Relief and disbelief made me start laughing, and Harlan joined me, all the while peppering kisses to the corners of my mouth.
“The piercings felt good,” I said.
“Your pussy felt good,” he countered.
I lifted a brow. “That’s just the outside. You should see the inside.”
“Oh yeah?” He drizzled tender kisses down my body until he was on his knees. “I kinda wonder how we taste, don’t you?”
“What?” Harlan’s deep blue eyes sparkled up at me as he sank his tongue between my lips, taking his time around my clit. “Are you serious?”
He winked from his position on his knees, flattening his tongue and slowly dragging it up. He was unfazed by our shared mess, licking his lips before he said, “Go on, Emma. Take what you need.”
I threaded my fingers into his hair and took a testing thrust, raising my brows at him for approval.
His reverently closed eyes gave me the go-ahead. Harlan was immersed in me, in our power together. So at the edge of the counter, I used Harlan Royce’s face for my pleasure, shaking as I came over the edge again.
Harlan sucked hard, my sensitive clit screaming in a way that I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. He stood, tapping his finger twice under my chin. Confused, I opened my mouth and he plundered it, bringing with him a flood of us. He sat back with a sweet kiss.
“Remember, Emma. Good girls share.”