Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
Barrett
Such interesting information. The way to get to her is in her mind—my specialty. I make it my goal to make her come from words alone. With time. Tonight is about giving her a taste of how it’s going to be between us.
Everything I say and do is real. I never play games in this arena.
Inching her back toward the bed, I work my fingers until she’s on edge again. “You’re only going to come when Daddy says you can.”
“It doesn’t work that way.” Her head falls back.
“It will,” I warn. Slowly sliding my hand free, I push until she sits on the end of the bed.
I pause, staring down at her trembling body.
Sliding my belt from the buckle, I smirk as her gaze catches on the movement.
No matter her anger earlier or her declaration that she wants out of our arrangement, this arrangement is precisely what she craves.
Her flushed skin gleams in the low light of the room, begging for me to touch her. Her eyes fall where I want them to. My engorged cock is in front of her lips and I set it free.
“Do you want to taste it?”
Adorably trapping her bottom lip with her teeth, she nods without looking up.
“Open. Stick your tongue out, and don’t move.”
Pumping twice before moving into her space, I set the tip of my cock on the flat of her tongue. I hold in my groan as I push with shallow thrusts and she closes her mouth around me.
“Fuck, pet. That’s perfect.” I palm the back of her head.
She whimpers when I reach the back of her throat, and I have no control over the grin lifting my lips.
That’s exactly how I want her. She doesn’t pull away from the intrusion, but closes her eyes and takes the slow invasion as easily as if it’s her next breath.
I’m positive this is a side of herself with which she isn’t acquainted.
And I get to be the one to introduce her while moulding her into my perfect pet.
A warning whispers around the back of my mind—what the hell am I doing with her?
Sage’s nostrils flare as she breathes deep through her nose. I’ve paused, seated at the back of her throat while stuck in my thoughts.
“Good girl.” I slip from her mouth. “In the middle of the bed. Lie back.” I’ll deal with my thoughts later.
Her eyes turn hazy and she obeys. Damn, there’s something about a woman who pushes back, but the moment I get her naked, she’s all mine in every way.
I shuck my pants, leaving them on the floor at the end of the bed.
Sliding my hand up her leg, starting from her ankle, I put my body between her spread legs and let my hand rest in the apex where her thigh meets her glistening centre.
Her breathing stutters and I wait, raising my brow until she meets my gaze.
“Are you ready for me, pet?”
“Yes,” she whines.
I take my hand away and straighten. Panic enters her eyes. “You know what I want.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“Fucking beautiful.” I resume my position, allowing my hand to slide inward again.
I want her on the very edge of climax when I fill her.
She jumps when I touch her clit. “My cunt. My body. My pet.” I don’t know where the words come from, but they’re impossible to hold back.
I told her I don’t play games, so those words must hold more truth than I’m willing to admit.
Sage throws her hands over her head, fisting the pillow sitting just above the mass of hair flowing over the bed. She bows her back, pushing her breasts high. The hard peeks beg me to taste them, making my mouth water.
Soon.
Pushing my fingers inside her, I curl them to force the instant pleasure that will bring on her orgasm.
The moment her thighs tremble, I rip my hand away and pull on her hips to line her up with my cock.
Rolling my hips, I set the tip inside her heat.
Now it’s my turn for my lungs to stutter and my breath to catch in my throat.
But I don’t want to lose focus. If I let myself think over my reaction, I may put an end to all of this. My cock twitches, demanding the satisfaction of all of her warmth.
Pressing my thumb to her clit, I ruthlessly push into her. My lungs don’t only stutter, but stop. Sage isn’t breathing either—a silent scream escaping her parted lips. I’m buried to the hilt, holding myself there until I’m able to function again.
Lungs working, heart pounding, and voice gravely, I lean over her. “You’re taking all of me, pet. Every fucking inch.” I finally move, pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in, finding a rhythm that’s easy to control with my malfunctioning senses.
She whimpers.
Moving my thumb, I draw rough circles, enjoying the way it makes her walls quiver around my cock. “Open your eyes for me. Let me see what I’m doing to you.”
Her lashes flutter and she looks up. Her eyes are almost all black with how dilated her pupils are. She’s lost in the sensations driving her high. She’s pleading with me for a release only I can give her.
“Come for Daddy, pet,” I croon, dipping my face into her neck to nip the soft flesh meeting her shoulder, and press harder with my thumb. I force the climax from her with my words, the angle of my hips, and my touch. Her body has no choice but to obey.
Her legs tighten around my hips and her core squeezes my cock in rhythmic contractions. I ride her orgasm from start to finish, not altering the pace until her legs drop to the side.
I give her time to recover while fucking her slowly with a grip on her hips.
My aim is to bring her right back to that frantic state where she’s begging me for more relief.
Something deep inside me knows that this connection is only for the two of us.
I can’t repeat this feeling with another woman, and the way her eyes pleaded with me, I know it’s the same for her.
Her hands fly up and grip my shoulders, her nails scoring my skin. Sliding my hands beneath her, I pull and roll at the same time, putting her on top of me. “I want to watch you fuck me.”
“What?”
“Now, pet.” I lace my fingers behind my head on the pillow and wait. I’m on the edge of my own climax and I need to slow it down.
Flattening her palms on my chest, she lifts her hips, rolling them once before moving back down.
Not a sensual roll, but an innocent one where she’s searching for the right angle and adjusting to my size from this position.
She does it again, and it takes all of my will not to grab her to hold her still.
By the third time, I’m convinced her body is made solely for my torture.
“Sage,” I growl, knowing it sounds more like a threat.
She pauses, staring down at me, wide-eyed. Realization slowly leaks into the colour.
“Stop playing, and fuck me.”
A flash of mischief appears, but she decides against it and sets up a final rhythm. Thank fucking God. I couldn’t take her purposeful torture right now. Another time, I’ll gladly indulge and deal out retribution.
Moans and whimpers fall from her lips and her legs tighten. She’s putting more of her weight on my chest to give herself enough leverage—her knees barely touch the bed beside me. Her breasts bounce in my vision and my hands hurt from keeping them behind my head.
I can’t hold out anymore.
With a roar, I push up, wrapping an arm around her back and putting that hand on her shoulder to keep her in place. I latch onto one turgid nipple and suck hard enough to leave a bruise. Using my free hand, I angle her hips to force her next climax.
“Barrett,” she whines.
I bite her nipple, holding it between my teeth while running my hand up to grip the back of her neck and pull. “Say that again,” I say while still holding her nipple hostage.
“Daddy. I’m s- s- sorry. Daddy.”
I run my tongue over the abused flesh. “That’s better.” Then I resume sucking and forcing her hips to meet mine.
“I need to come. Please, can I come?”
“Come.” I demand and wait for her body to obey. I’m amazed how well she listens, how well her body responds. Her walls squeeze my cock, trying to pull me over with her.
Through some force of will, I hold off until she slumps against me. But as soon as I know her pleasure is over, I pull her off me and pump my hand up and down my cock between us.
Sage lifts up enough to look at what I’m doing, and hums. Her smaller hand covers mine.
Licking her lips, she crawls off me and flattens herself between my legs.
I’m stunned by the hope of her intentions and it freezes my orgasm at the tip of my cock.
Fucking agony, but I already know her mouth is worth the wait.
She licks the tip like an ice cream cone.
“You don’t have time to play, pet.”
Sage wraps her mouth around the tip and I pump my hand harder. As soon as I burst, she lowers her mouth, sucking and swallowing.
“Fuck.” My hips buck and my orgasm shoots into her mouth. I’m a mess over the way she took me tonight, obeyed every order and then still wanted to do this.
Needing some distance from a sudden wave of vulnerability, I pull free while my cock still twitches, and pull her up the bed.
“Wait here.” I go to the bathroom and start the shower. Intending to wash her and tuck her into my bed, I know I’m fucked. I’ll never find this same connection again.