Chapter Twenty-One #2
“Did it feel good?” I ask low, tucking a wet strand of hair behind her ear.
The defiance returns as her glossy eyes flicker up to me. “No.”
Hmm.
The soaked leather of my boot would beg to fucking differ.
“It’s okay to admit if it felt good,” I chide quietly as I dust my fingers over her jaw. “Let’s try that again. Did you like it, Sunshine?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows thickly. I see the hesitancy and embarrassment in her gaze before her top teeth slide over her bottom lip. “Yes.”
It sounds painful for her to admit, so I don’t press further.
“Good. Now, clean up your mess.”
She blinks up at me. “What?”
I tilt my head before gathering her hair again in my fist. “Clean. Up. Your. Mess. I want you to take that pretty little tongue and lick your juices off my shoe.”
Her face twists in horror. “I’m not doing—”
I drag her up to me, giving her a stern stare. “Don’t fucking talk back. Get on your hands and knees, and I want to hear your enthusiasm.”
Her jaw grinds, and I expect that mouth to start running again. I want a reason to punish her, but she knows where the line is. She’s been really good at testing my patience, and she knows I won’t stand for the brattiness long.
As she scoots back, I give her the room she needs to lower herself to her hands. She hesitates for a moment, taking a deep breath before she licks over the wet spot. It’s timid and meek in her conflict, but I push her down further until she gets the idea.
She laps at her juices with long, drawn-out strokes, closing her eyes as she fully tastes herself. My cock twitches against my leg at the sight of her submission, and it takes everything in me not to break her concentration and drag her back up into my lap.
When she’s pleased with herself, she sits back on her thighs, wiping a hand over her mouth. “Did I do well?”
Satisfaction uncurls in my chest. “You did wonderfully, Sunshine.”
Her eyes glimmer before she notices the apparent bulge in my jeans. She slides her hands back up my thighs, her look turning suggestive. “Can I touch you?”
“I’m yours,” as the words leave my mouth, only I know the double implication behind them. I belong to this woman. No one else will ever possess me the way Addison Bright does.
She greedily claws at the button of my jeans, desperate to release me. Once I spring free, she grips the base of me before giving my length a tight stroke.
The breath leaves me as I tug on her hair to get her attention. “If you’re going to suck my cock, you’re going to do it right. Use your hands, and I want to hear you.”
“Yes, sir.” She narrows her eyes, but that fire never depletes as she stares at me in awe. “You’re so big.”
I tap her cheek, a smirk tugging on my lips. “Flattery isn’t going to save you. Open, and take me until I hit the back of your throat.”
She obeys, and the first touch of her warm and wet mouth shoots straight to my sack. My head rolls back against my shoulders as she gags around me.
My length is still coated in her arousal from earlier, and all I can think about is how she’s tasting herself for a second time today as she bobs her head.
One of her hands grips the base of me, stroking what she can’t fit as the other braces on my thigh.
Her head moves as her tongue flicks against me, and she moans at the heady taste.
The vibration wracks me, causing me to groan as I push her down further until there’s resistance.
She sputters around my length, tears dotting her lashes as she draws back.
Her saliva drips down me, lubricating her pumping hand before she swallows me again.
“You’re doing so good,” I grit in pleasure.
She keeps going, closing her eyes as if I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted, and primal delight erupts in my chest. I bet her pussy is soaked and aching right now, begging for her to touch herself.
I can’t wait to taste her on my tongue again. I want her to soak my face.
As she works me, heat travels through my limbs. The base of my spine begins to tingle as my release slowly climbs.
“That’s it,” I breathe. “Take as much as you can, Sunshine. You’re being so good for me.”
Those fiery eyes snap open and trail to mine as her throat works around me. I use my thumb to smear her tears across her cheek. She looks so perfect like this. Her lips are stretched tight over me, and her jaw is probably growing sore as she tries to swallow even more of my length.
“I’m putting that mouth to good use,” I taunt. “You can be so sweet when it’s full.” She draws back, but I force her head back down on me. “Don’t go getting a wild hair now. You have a lot of work to do.”
She bears down, swallowing around me as she breathes through her nose. Fuck, that feels amazing. She was made for me.
The lazy climax crests in me, and I feel that fire burning through my veins as I shift my hips to pump myself deep into her mouth.
“Make me fucking cum, Sunshine,” I command before pinching her nose between my fingers and dragging her lips back down my member.
I hold her to my lap, my orgasm causing my vision to go white as I flood her throat.
I can barely register as she gulps around me, but I release her nose so she can breathe.
She draws back fully, sinking onto her thighs as she sucks in a ragged breath. “What…why did you do that? I couldn’t breathe!”
She looks adorable with her thick brows drawn so close that they form a little wrinkle between them.
I roll my neck before tucking my dick back into my jeans and buttoning them back. “It’s breath play, or erotic asphyxiation. It’s meant to heighten arousal. Did you like it?”
Her brow relaxes as her face turns contemplative. “I think so.” She shifts, her eyes widening at the slickness between her thighs. “Oh, I think I did.”
I use my thumb to wipe her tears. “Good. Now, stay there while I work.”
Her head rears as her swollen bottom lip bobs. “Stay here? Why?”
I tilt my head. “Because I’m not done.”
She looks away, her face coy. “I’m really worked up again…”
“Mhmm,” I muse, patting my thigh. “Our agreement was that I get to do whatever I want for the whole day, which means you don’t cum until I say you do. Rest your head right here, and I’ll be done before you know it.”
She grumbles, but listens as she lays her head on my thigh. I brush my fingers through her scalp, itching as I comb through her hair with one hand and use the other to flick through reports.
“I’m not a dog,” she says, closing her eyes at my petting.
“No, you aren’t.” I agree. “But you’re doing amazing, and I want to reward you.” I massage into her scalp, dragging my blunt nails across her head as she turns into my thigh.
“Normally, I would curse you out—”
“Normally,” I shrug.
“But that feels so good,” she moans.
“Are you tired?” I ask, brushing my thumb over her temple.
“Mhmm,” she hums.
“Do you want to lie down? I can put you in my bed until I’m done.”
“No,” she mumbles. “I’m fine.”
Somehow, I know that’s not true. Maybe she doesn’t realize that this is aftercare, and she chose to stay with me rather than getting space. Regardless, I know she’s going to fall asleep against me, and it makes something twinge deep inside of my chest.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, but it’s only met with incoherent mumbling as she snoozes.
This feels far more amazing than I ever thought it would.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but having Addison curled up against me, sleeping, wasn’t how I pictured it.
I really thought she would have been breathing fire at me for far longer.
This moment doesn’t erase her anger with me, but she may not be feeling as vindictive as she originally thought.
If she were, we definitely wouldn’t be cuddled up right now.
She also doesn’t realize that she trusts me. If she didn’t, she would have put space between us long ago, and she would have fought harder when I caught her. I’m soaking it in, and when she’s ready to admit it to herself, I’ll be there.
It’s also something I don’t want to break. It’s hard for her to put herself in other people's hands, and I want to be there to catch her when she falls. It doesn’t matter how angry she gets at me. I’ll always be there.
I brush her hair away from her face, smiling softly at the gentle rise and fall of her back as she sleeps. Today has been a lot for her, and she’s done fantastic. I’m not even half through with her, but she deserves to rest. She isn’t used to this, and I don’t want to scare her.
The intensity at which I’m developing feelings for her is leaving me reeling.
To be totally honest, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced devoted love that’s unconditional, but with Addison, I think that’s the only way she knows how to love.
It’s terrifying, no matter how I look at it.
I want to clutch her close to me, but I know keeping her locked away will push her further from my grasp.
A week is all she will allow, but I’ll make sure by the end of it, she craves me the way I ache for her.
I finish up my work and just watch her sleep. She looks so unburdened with her slack, soft features. It soothes a part of me that’s constantly on guard, waiting for the ball to drop.
If she can be relaxed and calm, why can’t I?
I chuckle at the thought, already noting how she’s undoing the years of stress that have wound me so tight that releasing the tension in my shoulders feels foreign.
She rouses, blinking into the soft light of the afternoon. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Yeah,” I say quietly. “Why don’t we go and lie down in bed?”
Her brows lift as those enchanting hazel eyes find mine. “Is my punishment over?”
I huff a laugh. “Not even close, but I’m a little tired too.”
She nods before sitting up and crawling out from under my desk. I stand before scooping her up bridal style.
She yelps, slapping my chest. “A warning next time!”
I press my lips to her temple tenderly. “You know you love it.”