Chapter 34
Chapter thirty-four
Barrett
Icalled Sage over to the table, making her crawl, to kneel between my legs while I fed her dinner and ate my own. Now, I have her seated on my lap on the couch, unable to stop running my hands over her naked skin, skimming all of her sensitive places.
“Did you lock your office door today?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She may still be arguing with me, but her voice has lost some of its defiance now that her mind is in this head space.
I grip her throat and narrow my eyes. “Answer me. Did you lock your office door?”
She gasps. “Yes.”
“And?” I loosen my hold, but keep my hand around her neck, stroking my thumb up and down.
“That’s what I don’t want to talk about.”
“What happened, pet?” I ask softly, hoping to coax her into trusting me.
“Who is your current target?” She’s staring at her legs as she asks something I didn’t expect. I should have, but even I sank deep into what I created between us.
“That isn’t for you to worry about.”
“I think it is. Because it’s either my boss or Dorian Campbell. I think it’s Dorian, but I don’t understand why.”
“There’s a reason I decided to call you my little fox. Foxes are too smart for their own good.” She’s perceptive and stubborn. Something I knew when she tried to blackmail me. I shouldn’t have thought I could keep these details from her. “It’s Campbell.”
“He isn’t what he seems, is he?”
“No, pet. He’s not at all what he seems.”
A chill races down her arms and she raises her hands to hug herself.
I use my index finger to lift her chin. “I shared a truth. Your turn. Ready to tell me what happened today?”
She shakes her head, but her lips part anyway, spilling what she doesn’t want to admit. “Dorian came to my door and I refused to open it for him.”
“Good girl.”
“But he told my boss, who then gave me an ultimatum. Dorian becomes my only client or I’m out of a job. Locking the door doesn’t work against someone who has a master key.”
I have to remove my hands from her skin as they tighten into fists.
The motion doesn’t go unnoticed. Sage looks to either side where my fists rest. My dilemma hasn’t changed, but the urge to lock her away to protect her from him grows.
He has his sights set on her and I don’t know what he’ll do. Or why.
The way he looked at her at the gala, I’d say it’s attraction. She isn’t a lost soul off the street that can easily disappear—his preferred target.
Tilting her head, Sage studies my face while my fear and anger rage on.
She turns, moving one leg to the other side of my lap to straddle me.
Slender hands run up my torso, over my shoulders and to the back of my neck.
Her soft touch does more to me than I ever want anyone to know, setting my nerves on fire and making my cock beg for relief.
“I haven’t decided what to do yet. Please, don’t make the decision for me.
” She pinches her lips together with her teeth while her wide eyes meet mine.
The last thing I want to do is negate her acknowledgement that I have the power to make that decision for her.
It’s not an exact admission that she belongs to me in every way I want, but it’s close.
“I’ll make no promises, pet.” She pulls in a breath. I continue before she speaks. “But for tonight, I won’t.”
I’m running out of time with her before I need to leave, and this isn’t how I want to spend it.
Placing my hand on her head, I slide it over her hair and down her back until I reach the red and white fox tail, running the fur through my hand and bringing it over her thigh.
Sage bows her back with the stroke, pushing her breasts closer to my face.
I smirk and repeat the motion, but when I reach her tail, I give it a small tug to excite the nerves.
Sage gasps, her hips jolting forward to rub her core against mine.
“Do you want to come, pet?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
I pull a little harder on the plug and wait for her to correct herself.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Gripping her hips, I grind her against me, showing her what I want her to do. “Make it happen.”
She allows me to move her hips, soon moving them on her own. I let go and set my attention on her breasts. Solely on her breasts. The tight peaks begging me to twist, knead, lick, and suck. My mouth waters and I lean forward to satisfy both of our needs.
Lapping at one peak like a drop of something sweet, I cup her other breast, kneading until I reach the tip and roll it. Sage gasps and grinds her core harder against me. I chuckle.
“You like that bit of pain.” I don’t need to make it a question. I’ve studied her every reaction enough to know what she will and won’t enjoy.
I continue my ministration, alternating between soft and harsh before switching sides. Sage’s arms tighten around my neck, holding me to her. I don’t think she realizes what she’s doing, so lost in the pleasure she’s forcing her core against the bulge in my jeans.
“Come. Make a mess on my lap,” I murmur against her heated skin.
She whimpers and her thighs begin to quiver. Fucking perfect.
“That’s my good little fox.”
Sage explodes with a silent scream, putting all her weight against me. I wait for her to come down from the high until I settle my hand around the front of her neck, controlling her for a kiss.
“On the floor, pet.” I help her down, her limbs still shaky from the rush of blood through her system. She holds herself up with her hands on my thighs while I release myself from my jeans.
“You had a taste earlier, now you get the rest of it.” Running a hand through her hair, I tighten it into a fist at the back, pulling her forward. She eagerly opens her mouth and follows my motions, almost rushing to get her mouth around me.
Instead of controlling her, I move with her, letting her have her fun while I’m still able to take it. My balls draw up and my own orgasm simmers at the base.
She’s engrossed in what she’s doing, running her tongue in circles at the tip before sinking me to the back of her throat. Fuck, this is enough to make a man insane.
Moaning, she tightens her hold on my thighs and her hips sway back and forth, looking for relief of her own.
Tightening my hold in her hair, I add my other hand for more control.
“Relax your jaw, pet.” I jerk my hips to let her know I’m taking over.
Using my hold on her head, I bring her down and lift my hips to meet her.
Slow at first, until she gets used to the deeper invasion and has a handle on breathing through her nose.
Then I pick up the pace, losing myself in my own pleasure the way she did on my lap.
Seeing the tears well in her eyes and hearing her gag reflex kick in sets my orgasm on fire.
I fuck her mouth relentlessly until a blazing heat shoots up my cock.
With an uncharacteristic growl, I hold her against me, buried down her throat while I come, forcefully feeding her every drop.
I watch her take it, unable to fight it and not trying.
Watery eyes glance up at me while she struggles to breath and I continue to empty myself.
The moment pierces my chest with foreign emotions. Emotions I didn’t know I wanted until this little warrior, this little fox, waltzed into my life.
Pulling her off me, I lift her while I stand, carrying her to the bedroom.
“Daddy, please.”
“You beg so beautifully.”
Laying her on the bed, I grab the wand I have ready on the nightstand. “Come hard for me.” Setting the wand to her clit, I thrust three fingers into her dripping core. She cries out at the intrusion, but pushes her hips toward me for more.
Oh, the things I can do to her.
Seconds later, her orgasm bursts free, sending a gush of fluid from her while her body squeezes my fingers. As her contractions weaken, I pull free of her body, taking the plug out at the same time.
Her entire body melts into the bed. Leaning over her, I kiss her soft, pliant lips.
“Daddy’s got you.”