Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
Barrett
Sage is frozen in this state. I’ve trapped her on the edge of wanting and knowing she shouldn’t. Her lips are coated in her cream. The panties tight against the back of my hand are soaked.
And I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I can’t stop myself. I’m as frozen as she is.
Releasing her, and myself, I let both hands fall to my sides. She blinks, bringing back some of her consciousness, but I don’t want her to gain too much.
“Take off your panties.”
She looks down at her dress.
“Leave the dress.”
Opening the slit, she pulls the fabric to the other side of her legs while reaching underneath to slide the wet lace down her legs.
“I can smell you from here, pet. Put them in my pants pocket.” I want to see how far I can push her. The fantasies running through my head are dirty, delicious, and depraved. How far will she go for me?
Her tongue coats her lips before pulling in a long breath.
Small hands lift my jacket out of the way and she gently tucks her soaked panties into my pocket, being careful not to slip her hand too deep.
Her eyes are bright and dilated, still living in this haze created from the tension and desire between us.
The states I could put her in are a temptation calling my name. But I’ll settle for this.
“You’re such a good girl.” I tilt my head to take in her reaction to my words, and I’m pleased with the hitch in her breath. I grin. “Step back and put your foot on the coffee table.”
There’s no fight in her. The brat is subdued and her body is eager for anything I’m willing to give. Tonight, that won’t be much.
“Now, show me. Show Daddy the cream leaking from your cunt.” That makes her hesitate, but it isn’t enough to stop her. Fucking perfect. All the filthy fantasies I have find a home in my mind and I can’t wait to bring them to life.
Sage pushes her knee wide and spreads her dress at the slit, lifting it enough for me to see the glistening pink lips of her centre. I stare at her, waiting for the vulnerability to give her another rush.
I can’t keep my hands to myself any longer. I want a taste.
Sliding my fingers over her raised thigh, I move inward, not bothering with gentle touches. Slipping two fingers through her wetness, I rim her dripping entrance. “Who’s all of this for?”
Her breaths are too short.
“Answer me. Who’s all of this for?”
“You.”
“Is all this for Daddy?”
Her tongue darts out.
“Say it, pet.” One, two, three—I circle her entrance, letting her coat my fingers.
“Daddy.” Small and quiet, she responds between gasps, her eyes searching mine.
“That’s right. This is all for me.” I lift my hand from between her legs and place them in my mouth, sucking them clean with a deep groan. Sage whimpers. “You want some?”
I rim her again until my fingers are coated, then I place them on her bottom lip until she opens, not waiting to give her a choice.
“Suck, pet.”
I slip my fingers inside. Her nose wrinkles the smallest amount, but it doesn’t stop her from putting her all into obeying my demand. She keeps my fingers locked with strong suctions. I let her, for as long as she wants.
Once she releases me, I step back. I can’t take this further tonight and ignore the fight that’s still in her somewhere. She declared this as only business and I’ve pushed.
Sage isn’t the only one who could benefit from a clear head. We’re jumping head-first into one of the most jeopardizing assassinations any of us have ever attempted. Use her and discard her. If I want anything more I should come back later, after the fallout from Campbell’s death.
“Go to bed and make yourself come. I’ll leave when you’re finished.” I speak through gritted teeth, trying to hold myself back.
Some of her haze vanishes while slowly lowering her leg. She blinks. “I don’t understand.”
“You aren’t ready for what I want to do to you. Go to bed, pet. Make yourself come with my name on your lips. I’m not leaving until you do.” Because I need to hear her release.
“How the hell do you know what I’m ready for or not?” Her eyes blaze, turning her into a pissed off little warrior.
“I was wondering if it was really that easy to tame the brat out of you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Watch your mouth, pet.” I don’t issue the warning with any heat. I don’t need to. It’s enough to make her pause before her next words.
“You want it done, you do it. Otherwise, goodnight. Barrett.” The finality in her tone drops like a pin in the room.
I splay myself across her couch, plopping my feet on the coffee table and crossing my ankles. She takes another two steps away before turning back to me.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll leave when you’re finished.”
“I’m not doing it.” Her arms twitch at her sides as if she’s about to raise her hands to her hips, but instead she lets them fall and straightens her spine. A well-mannered tantrum is still a tantrum.
“You’re going to do it because you’ll be in agony if you don’t. I know exactly how wet you are, how much your core is throbbing. It won’t be enough, the climax. But it will take the edge off.”
Her eyes narrow and her voice lowers. “You arrogant …”
“Don’t finish that sentence, pet.” Again, I don’t need to add emphasis to my warning. “Go to bed.”
She wants to argue, I can see it in the tensing around her lips. She’s purposely keeping herself lost in the haze. I know her logical mind would fight this if given the chance, just as she had tried in the coat-room.
Fuck business.
Her desire wins.
I hold her gaze until she moves and then stare at her back as she makes her way up the stairs. The moment I hear her door click shut, I silently stand and follow. I’m desperate to hear every sound, but I’m not willing to watch. Not yet. Not with the fantasies I’m having.
Her soft steps pace the room, pause, and she stomps a foot. I’m grinning, holding back my laugh. When the room goes silent again, I hold my breath and put all of my energy into listening.
The creak of a bed.
She’s laying herself out in the middle.
A rustle of fabric.
She’s bunching her dress around her waist, the satin laying in waves over her belly.
A gasp.
Her knees are spread and she touches a single finger to her clit, mimicking what I did to her.
Short, harsh breaths echo through the door.
Moving her fingers through her folds, she reaches her entrance.
I’m lost in my imagination coupled with the soft noises she makes. It’s sweet torture for both of us. I’ve had my taste and this is the test.
My heartbeat matches her breathing. Frequent, getting louder, and shuddering. The moans that finally escape her signaling her climax aren’t loud, and her following sigh doesn’t hold satisfaction.
As I predicted. It wasn’t enough. Perfect.
I debate announcing my departure, but decide against it. I can’t trust my voice after listening to her pleasure herself, needing release of my own.
Slipping through the house, I turn the lights out as I go and lock the front door behind me with my lock pick.
Our arrangement has a new addition.