Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Tessa
Ishould be ready for his kiss. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since the moment I woke up. But nothing could have prepared me for the demanding, claiming kiss he gives me now.
All the pent-up control I’ve seen him trying to hold in check snaps as he backs me against the workbench.
His beard scrapes my chin; one hand fists my braid, yanking my head back to expose my throat, while the other shoves my shirt up, his fingers raking up my ribs.
I brace for the moment it gets too much, or too real. He warned me.
More than once, Holt tried to scare me away from the real version of him. But instead of fear, adrenaline surges. Hot, electric heat pools between my thighs. With a moan, I squirm against him, needy and wanting.
Without warning, his palm cracks against my ass through my thin leggings. The sharp, stunning spank jolts me forward, and I gasp into his mouth.
“Too mouthy this morning,” he growls, spanking me again, firmer this time. Heat blooms under the fabric. “Such a brat,” he continues. “Pushing me to the edge.” He pulls back and looks me in the eye, assessing me, seeing if I’ll back down.
I won’t.
“You want to see what happens when I stop holding back, do you?”
My core throbs; my panties are already soaked. No fear. Just want.
This is Holt. I trust him. No matter what.
“Maybe I do,” I taunt breathlessly, grinding against his hand. “Stop dancing around it and wreck me already.”
His eyes blaze, and a dangerous chuckle rumbles from his throat. “Careful what you ask for, doll.” He spins me roughly, bending me facedown on the dusty workbench. The wood is cool against my cheek, sawdust tickling my nose.
But I don’t have time to register anything more. One massive hand pins my wrists at the small of my back; the other yanks my leggings and panties down my legs in one rip, leaving me bare to him.
The sharp air kisses my heated skin, making me shiver in anticipation.
The first spank lands bare, harder without the protective layer of my leggings. The crack of skin on skin echoes in the space, the sting radiating deliciously across my ass cheeks.
I moan, arching back for more, but his palm doesn’t land again. Instead, he spreads his hand across my heated skin and rubs until I’m writhing beneath him.
“Spread your legs,” he orders. “Let me see how wet you are for this.”
I obey, parting my legs as he bends to strip the leggings all the way off my body.
I try to twist to look at him, but Holt holds me firmly in place. His fingers drag through my folds, slow and filthy, circling my clit until I whimper.
“Dripping already, Tessa,” he says. “You like being spanked, do you?”
I can’t help it; I nod. I do like it.
“Say it,” he orders, his voice rough. “I want to hear you tell me how much you like it.”
I bite down on my lower lip, unsure what to say. I’ve never tried any dirty talk. I don’t want to sound—
“Now.” His command silences the doubt in my head. “Or this ends now.”
No.
“I like it when you spank me,” I blurt out. The admission sends a fresh surge of heat between my legs.
I can’t see his face, but his fingers once more, mercifully, start moving between my legs, letting me know he’s pleased with me, and the knowledge of that thrills me.
“I can see how much you like it.” He twirls and twists his fingers, dancing agonizingly around my clit.
I’m so turned on I can feel my juices running down my thighs, but still, he won’t touch me where I need it.
As if he can read my mind and is purposely holding back—I’m sure he is—he pulls his hand away so suddenly, I want to scream.
“Greedy girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”
The use of the nickname makes my knees buckle. I nod in response, and then quickly remember myself. “Yes,” I moan. “I need more, Daddy.”
A naughty thrill goes through me. It feels sexy and dirty in the best possible way.
A growl rumbles from him. Again, I squirm to try to turn so I can see him, but he’s holding me firm. The sound of his belt releasing, followed by the teeth of his zipper, makes me vibrate in anticipation. I thrust my ass backward, desperate for more, but he’s still not touching me.
My pussy throbs, aching for his fingers on me once more, but torturously, he steps back instead of coming closer.
A whine escapes my throat as I buck my hips, trying in vain to ease the ache between my legs.
“What’s the problem, Tessa?” His voice is teasing, but it holds an edge to it.
“I… I need you… Holt…”
“You want to come, Tessa?” One finger slicks through my wet folds, and I cry out.
“Yes.” My hips thrust wildly, searching for more, but he’s gone again.
“You will,” he says, and with his hand still wrapped around both of my wrists, he tugs me to standing and spins me to face him. “But not until I say so.”
His pupils are dark, hungry as he rakes his gaze up and down my body. My breath is coming in quick pants, my breasts heaving, and I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I stand before him. I’m so desperate for release that I can hardly think straight.
I know he was worried about being too much for me, but I truly can’t get enough of this version of him.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Holt wraps his hand gently around my throat and pulls me toward him, claiming my mouth with his again until I’m panting against him. “But you’re wearing too many clothes. My clothes.”
“You don’t like me wearing—”
“I like it very fucking much,” he cuts in, his voice low and rough with need. “But I want to see you. All of you.” His gaze drops to my chest. “Take it off.”
I hesitate for half a second, just long enough for his hand to fall away.
“Now.”
The word sends a shiver down my spine.
There’s no room for argument—not that I want to argue. My fingers move to the buttons, fumbling slightly in my haste as I strip the flannel from my body and let it fall to the floor at my feet, before doing the same with my bra.
His breath catches, and his gaze sweeps over me, slow and deliberate, eye-fucking every inch of me.
“That’s better.” He sucks in a breath before pulling his shirt off over his head, leaving him completely and gloriously naked.
His massive cock jutting out, filling the space between us, I can’t help but stare at it.
“On your knees, doll,” he commands. “I want to see that sassy mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Holt
I release her hands, and without hesitation, she drops to her knees on the sawdust-covered concrete floor.
I thought seeing her ass, prettily pink from the sting of my hand, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I was wrong.
Having Tessa on her knees in front of me—her pupils blown wide with desire and need, her lips swollen from our kisses, parted and ready to take me in, her lush tits rising and falling faster and faster in anticipation—is hands down the hottest view I’ve ever had.
“You want my cock, Tessa?” She nods, her tongue slipping from her lips. Precum spills from my thick, throbbing head. I fist my cock and stroke it in long, slow lengths. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
Her eyes grow wide. She swallows hard.
I know this is all new for her. She’s too young, too inexperienced to have ever been with a man like me. A man who demands things from her.
But she wanted it. She wanted me.
And what she may not realize is that as much as I demand from her, I’ll give tenfold back.
“Please,” she says, quietly at first, and then louder, more sure of herself, “Please, Holt. I want your cock.”
Her voice almost makes me spill right there in my hand, but the promise of her sweet mouth is enough to make me hold off.
“Open wider,” I tell her, guiding my cock to her lips. “Show me how bad you want it.”
She parts them obediently. Such a good girl. Her tongue flicks out to taste the glistening bead on the tip. The sight of that alone nearly undoes me.
When she wraps those pretty lips around the head and starts to suck, slow and tentative at first, my hand flies to her breast, tightening just enough to anchor myself.
“Fuck, yes,” I rasp. “That’s it, Tessa. Take me in. All of me.”
She does. Inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes never leaving mine.
There’s nothing innocent about the way she looks at me like this.
Having her on her knees, her mouth full of my cock like she’s worshipping and claiming me at the same time, is potent.
Her hand curls around the base and squeezes.
She owns me like this.
“Good girl,” I grit, my jaw tight.
She hums around me, like she’s proud of herself. The vibration nearly buckles my knees. It doesn’t take her long to grow bolder with her movements, pulling me in deeper, releasing my head with a soft pop, licking, sucking, swallowing me again.
Her hand twisting, her tongue and mouth working me over.
I guide her with my hand on her braid, setting the pace I need from her. “That’s it, Tessa. Deeper. You can do it. Yes. Breathe through your nose. Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees for me.”
Her eyes flutter, but never close. I see the moment the tears prick in the corners when I push a little further, pushing my cock to the back of her throat. Her fingers tighten a little, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she swallows, adjusting, trying her best to take my girth.
“Careful,” I warn. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to take it all.” It’s important that, despite how it looks, she’s in full control here. Always. I want her this way, but only if she wants it.
She pulls back, circling the tip with her tongue. “I want to,” she whispers. “I want to show you how much I want you, Daddy.” Fuck. That alone wrecks me.
“You’re going to fucking kill me,” I groan, my eyes slipping shut, despite my best effort to stay in control. When I force them open a moment later, I see her hand between her legs.
“No touching.” The sharp edge to my voice shocks her. Her mouth pops off my cock, and she rocks back on her heels a little. “I already told you, Tessa. You don’t get to come until I tell you.”