14. Atticus #2
“I did not give you permission to get on your feet,” I say, raising one eyebrow. “Put the cap in your mouth and bring it to me on all fours, like a good girl.”
Eyes blazing, she follows my order, her tits swaying with every shuffled slide over the carpet.
Fuck me, this girl is perfect.
My cock was hard the second I saw her ass in the air when I came into the room, but now it’s like fucking steel .
I take the drink from her mouth and brush a lock of her light caramel hair behind her ear.
“There’s something else in this room I want you to find,” I tell her. “Do it.”
“What do you?—”
“I did not give you permission to speak. Go find it.” I interrupt her. There’s nothing for her to find. I just want to watch her ass sway while she crawls around and obeys me a little while longer.
“Colder,” I call and she switches her direction, going the other way.
“Colder,” I say again, twisting the cap on the drink and taking a long swallow. I make her hunt every inch of the floor while she looks for absolutely nothing.
“Can I please have a hint, sir?”
I should punish her for asking a question without permission, but how am I supposed to punish the girl who is following my every order so fucking perfectly?
“It’s something you should be swallowing. ”
A look of confusion slides over her face as she crawls again.
“Colder,” I yell again as she crawls across the room, away from me.
“Ice cold, kitten,” I say as she sends a questioning glance towards the far wall.
She turns and starts crawling back towards me, a glint of something that looks a little like desire in her eye, and I wonder for a second if she’s as hungry for what the rest of us are so desperate for.
There is no way.
She probably wants Maverick, or maybe Con, but I know that look of want isn’t for me. A lick of anger goes up my spine as I realize she will never want me the way I want her. Not with the others around.
Everyone always compared us—our parents, our teachers, every single woman trying to fuck one of us. It was always either Con or Maverick that came out on top. Fuck her for looking at me like that, as if she could ever want me the way she wants them.
But that’s not going to stop me from taking advantage of the situation .
“Warmer,” I say as she moves closer towards me.
She stops in front of me and turns to face me, sitting on her heels. “You’re very warm.”
The motion hesitant, she lifts her hands and puts them on my knees.
“Scorching hot, kitten,” I say, my voice a rasp as her hands slide up my thighs to my belt. I reach down and unzip my fly, taking out my cock and watching the way she licks her lips as I fist it.
“Do you want to suck my cock like a good little girl?” I ask, lacing my fingers through her hair and pulling her face towards my cock.
Her eyes widen, and there’s a brief resistance. Then she nods, licks her lips, and takes me into her mouth.
I stifle a groan. Fuck, but her mouth is so hot, so soft and wet. Her eyes closed, she slides her lips up and down my cock, massaging it with her tongue. Of their own accord, my hands lift and move to cup the back of her head, my fingers tangling in the strands of her hair.
It’s not fair that a woman this beautiful is this talented. It’s too much for one person. My eyes slide closed while I tip my head back against the doorframe and relax, focusing on the pull of her sweet mouth around me, but they pop open again as quickly as they close.
I need to see her. I need to watch her, so I know this is really happening. That Phoenix Jones is on her knees in front of me, worshiping my cock with her mouth.
It’s not just her mouth, though. It’s the way she follows orders like they’re prayers. Like she wants to be good. For me.
No one’s ever looked at me like I could be worth obeying.
God, I have thought about this so many times. She’s always seemed so sweet and innocent, like she could truly be such a good girl—not just playing the part. I had this feeling she would be submissive, that she would easily bend to my will.
I want to pull her to her feet, taste her sweet lips before laying her on my bed and spending hours exploring every single inch of her body before fucking her so thoroughly that no one else would ever be able to satisfy her like me .
She may not make me her first choice, but I want to fuck her so good that I’ll be her final choice. She’ll know, just like I already do, that no one else will ever measure up to the way I can break her body and make her mine.
But I can’t. She isn’t mine. Not yet.
I need to make her beg for my cock. I need to make her so desperate for me to fuck her that she begs me unprompted.
Which means I need to call a halt to this.
“Stop,” I order, my teeth clenched. She either doesn’t hear or ignores me, her mouth continuing to work my cock. My balls tighten and draw up towards my body, preparing to fill her throat with my seed.
I close my eyes, trying desperately to gather my famed control. Technically, I wouldn’t be cheating. Oral sex isn’t the same as fucking her, but the others might not see it that way. I’ll be damned if I lose on a technicality.
I put my hands on her head and push her away from my cock. “Get out. ”
Still on her knees, she stares up at me, confusion clouding her eyes. “What did I?—”
“Get out,” I yell, pointing at the door.
Her lips, puffy and red, close with a snap. As I watch, she gathers her dignity around her like a cloak, her expression shuttering into neutrality. As gracefully as if she were a queen, she rises to her feet and walks past me.
The door to her room opens and closes with a quiet snick of sound, and the tension in my shoulders—in my entire body—releases. I sag against the doorjamb, then straighten and close the door.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take the risk that I’d lose on a technicality. She’s going to be mine…I just have to make sure I do it the right way in order to keep her once I have her.
I walk out onto the balcony, an extension each of our rooms have. The river glimmers under the sunlight, and the hot, balmy afternoon is suffocating, but I need it. Air. Release. She got me too close.
I take my cock in my hand and curl my fist around it, thinking about the way her mouth felt and how good her pussy will feel the first time I sink inside of her.
Then I think about the way she obeyed my demands so readily despite the little spark of defiance she couldn’t quite hide.
Even with the contract binding her to us and forcing her hand, I can tell she’s a natural submissive.
One that I won’t have to break in. I’ll barely have to train her.
I thought women like that were myths. But no, my little kitten already has the makings of a perfectly well-behaved little sub.
It isn’t until I come in my hand like a horny teenage boy, my other hand gripping the railing so tightly my knuckles are white, that I remember how I caught her in my room.
What the fuck was she doing? I sigh and move inside to clean up. I can’t believe I was so ensnared by her appeal that I had forgotten how I caught her red-handed.
She signed an ironclad NDA; she gave over her rights to her own body. What the fuck could she be looking for?
Well, whatever it was, she definitely had time to get a really good look at every inch of my room .
Fuck.
I am going to have to tell the others what happened, and I will never hear the end of it.
Or forgive myself for wanting her to stay.