Chapter 29
I spend the evening edging Devyn. It might be under the guise of punishment, but in that fucking dress, there’s not a chance in hell I could have kept my hands off her. Her little denial punishment only gave me an excuse—one I am thoroughly enjoying.
The theater is dark, the film playing on the massive screen, something I couldn’t name or describe if my life depended on it.
My attention is entirely consumed by the woman beside me and the heat radiating from her body; only the two of us are imparted with the knowledge that beneath that silk, she’s bare, wet, and aching for me to make her come.
With my hand resting on her thigh, exposed by the slit that runs up to her hip, my pinky dusts against her pussy.
The touch ranges from featherlight over her lips to teasingly flicking over her clit.
I feel every contact like an electric shock running through my body.
She’s so fucking wet, dripping thanks to hours of denial.
I love the way she tries to suppress her reactions, biting her lip to keep from moaning in a room full of her peers.
She shifts in her seat, her hips pressing toward my hand, seeking more. More pressure, more friction, more anything. I deny her, pulling back just enough to make her whimper before returning with a lighter touch that makes her squirm.
As promised, I keep my little brat wet and needy for me all night.
She leans over, for the second time this evening, her mouth finding my ear to beg me to let her come.
Her voice is desperate and broken, the words tumbling out in a rush: “Please, Daddy. Please… I can’t take it anymore. Please let me come, I’ll do anything.”
Pressing lips beside her ear, I darkly whisper, “I believe I said good girls have to be quiet. Now, watch the movie while I play.”
She swallows hard, settling back into her seat begrudgingly.
Nudging her thighs a tiny bit apart, I slip my middle finger into her, up to the knuckle.
I curl it slowly until she’s trembling, her fingers clamped around my forearm tight enough to bruise.
Feeling her slick walls flutter around me, I pull against her firm hold and withdraw the source of her pleasure.
I lift the finger to my mouth, suck it clean of her arousal, and leave her hanging again.
I toy with her in the dark theater until the credits roll and the lights come up.
When she stands, I smooth her dress and take her hand.
We make our way to the lobby for a cocktail hour to celebrate the film and those who were a part of it.
Devyn does as she’s been instructed, mingling with the crowd and networking, all while I sneak dirty whispers into her ear that only fuel her desire.
Alone for the first time at the bar, she presses against me.
Her body is hot, and her eyes are glazed with a ravenous arousal.
“Just five minutes,” she pleads quietly for me to take her to the bathroom and finish what I’ve spent all night starting.
Her hand finds my semi-erect cock through my snug trousers.
“No one will know. Please, Daddy, please, I need you inside me.”
While I cannot deny the thought of bending her over the bathroom sink as she is forced to watch her reflection fall apart, I vehemently refuse to oblige.
Denial is part of the lesson. These long, arduous hours of being repeatedly brought to the edge will only make her eventual release that much more devastating.
I want her to be desperate and mindless.
I want her so consumed by need that when I finally give her what she wants, she shatters completely.
As the event begins to wind down, we head toward the car with Damon clearing our path through the lingering crowd.
Devyn is no longer the only one eager. With every step, the anticipation builds in my gut and tightens in my groin.
I know exactly what I’m going to do when we get into that limo.
I’ve been planning, imagining, and silently aching for it all night.
When I open the door for her, she climbs into the back with a grace that belies her desperation.
She slides across the seat, arranging her dress.
I slip in behind her, my cock already hard and pressing against the zipper of my trousers with insistent demand.
The moment the door closes and the locks are engaged with a soft click, my hands find her waist. I grab her and roughly pull her into my lap, positioning her so she’s straddling my thighs, causing her dress to ride up and expose her completely.
She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders for balance, her eyes are wide and dark in the dim interior lighting.
Tightening my already firm grip on her hips, I grind her bare pussy over my tented tuxedo pants, the friction making us both groan.
Her hot wetness rubs against my rigid length, the sensation maddening.
It’s too much and not enough. “Have you learned your lesson?” I ask, my fingers digging into her flesh.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes, her hips moving in small circles, seeking more contact.
“Tell me,” I command, my grip tightening further.
She swirls her hips, pressing down harder, her head dropping back with a moan. “This is your pussy,” she groans, the words tumbling over her lips. “It’s yours, only yours, always yours.”
“Are you sorry for denying me?” I ask, remembering her impertinence and adorable assumption that she could dictate terms.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers, her movements becoming more frantic. “I’m sorry. You can use your pussy whenever you want. Please, just—”
“Then show me,” I interrupt, my voice dropping so deep that a shiver runs through her body. “Take out my cock and show me how sorry you are.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Her hands jerk between us, undoing my belt and finding my zipper, yanking it down desperately.
My cock springs free, heavy and throbbing, precum already beading at the tip from hours of anticipation.
She wraps her hand around me, her fingers barely meeting around my girth.
Devyn lightly pumps my shaft, teasing me even as she is wound ungodly tight.
Her eyes darken, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her hand slides along my solid length.
She’s fucking beautiful like this…
Devyn guides my tip through her slit as she aligns me with her entrance.
She slides over me with a feral groan that sounds like it has been torn from her chest. Her pussy is hot and wet, the walls gripping me as she sinks down, taking me, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt inside of her.
“Fuck,” I grit at the overwhelming pleasure of being enveloped by her.
Need and hours of deprivation have her grinding over my length without abandon, her hips flexing in jerky, uncoordinated movements that speak to how far gone she is.
Her hands grip my shoulders hard enough that I will have marks by morning as she rides me with single-minded focus, her body seeking the release I’ve spent the night denying her.
“Look at you,” I growl, my hands finding her waist again, guiding her hips and controlling her pace. “That needy little cunt of yours is greedily swallowing my cock as you ride me. Is this what you’ve wanted all night? Is this what you were begging for?”
“Yes,” she sobs, fighting my hold. “Yes… yes… Daddy, please—”
“Show me what you’ve needed all night,” I command, my hips flexing to meet her downward strokes, creating a rhythm that’s brutal and perfect. “Make yourself come. Use Daddy’s cock to get yourself off. Show me how much you need this.”
I release my grip on her, and her movements become frantic as she chases her release.
With a cry that she tries to muffle against my shoulder, she comes apart, her body convulsing and walls clamping down on me so hard I see stars.
Her head falls back in abandon, her hair cascading down her back in waves that catch the passing streetlights.
I watch her face transform. Pleasure crashes over her in a wave, her mouth open on a silent scream as her eyes roll back until only the whites show.
Her breasts heave against the strapless neckline of her dress, and I dip my head to kiss over them.
I suck the tops of them into my mouth, my kisses and bites traveling to the valley between them and all the places I couldn’t touch in public.
With my hips flexing to meet hers as she rides me through her violent orgasm, I don’t let her come down.
Instead, I drive her toward a second peak before the first has the opportunity to subside.
My fingertips drag down her spine, feeling the vertebrae beneath them, as she arches into my touch like a cat. Already spent and satiated, her hips swirl and grind, seeking more, even as she’s trembling in my hold. Desperation has left her greedy and fully surrendered to the pleasure I give her.
“Again,” I demand, my voice guttural as my control frays at the edges. “Give me another one, baby girl. I want to feel you come on my cock until you can’t remember your own name.”
“I can’t,” she whimpers, even as her hips pick up speed, and she chases the sensation. “It’s too much, it’s too—”
“You can,” I insist, my fingers finding her clit, pressing hard and circling it in tight, merciless strokes. “You will. This pussy is mine. You’ll stop only I say when you’re done. And I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”
Not bothering to muffle herself this time, she screams as the second orgasm hits.
It takes her harder than the first, her body growing rigid and nails digging through my dress shirt with enough force to draw blood.
Her pussy clamps down on me as she quivers around my length.
She’s momentarily weightless in my arms, her body bowing in my hold.
The sight of her undone as she clenches around me, knowing that I’ve claimed her as mine, pushes me over the edge.
My cock grows more rigid, and I come, roaring my release.
My hips snapping upward, I bury myself as deep as I can go, and I spill into her.
Filling her, I mark her with my cum, owning her in the most primitive way possible.
We collapse together, her forehead falling to my shoulder, and my face on her neck. The limo drives through the streets of Los Angeles, the city lights washing over us in waves of gold and white, as we cling to each other, panting and trembling with aftershocks.
“Thank you,” she whispers eventually, her voice hoarse, her body still wrapped around mine.
I laugh, the sound ragged and breathless. “For what?”
“For the lesson.” I can hear the smile in her voice. Her dress is rumpled, makeup smeared, and hair is a tangled mess, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me. She’s never felt more like mine.
She snuggles closer, and I tighten my arms around her, holding her close, feeling her heartbeat slow. “Anytime, baby girl,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her sweat-dampened temple. “Anytime you need reminding who you belong to, I’ll be here to teach you.”