Chapter 19 Andri
Chapter nineteen
Andri
Daphne stares at me with a look of determined mischief. Her hand reaches between her legs, and she grabs me through my pants. My brain stops for a moment, and my shaft jumps at her touch. It takes everything in me to focus on not cumming in my pants…again.
She’s pushing back on purpose, and somehow it feels like I’ve just unlocked the real Daphne. She’s so earnest in her disobedience that I know this isn’t for show…that this is what she wants.
“I would make you listen.” A hand slowly makes its way around her throat, but I pause before going any further.
“Good,” she purrs as she bares her neck to me. Time slows, my focus tunneling to the pulse beating beneath her skin. All that soft vulnerability…and I want nothing more than to bite, to sink my teeth in and mark her snowy throat.
To mark her? What the fuck.
I squeeze her neck and push her back into the soft couch cushions with my other hand. She plops down, her breasts bouncing merrily as she does.
“You’ll listen, or there’ll be consequences." My voice growls.
“Like what?” Her face cracks into a grin.
“Like…” I pause, because flying by the seat of your pants leaves too much room for improv. But I find a solution that would feel like torture to me if our roles were reversed.
“Like that I won’t let you come.”
Daphne’s eyes flutter shut, and her hands grip her breasts. She squeezes them together and arches her back before sliding the elastic waistband of her sweats over her ass.
The strawberry blonde curls on her pussy are already beading with dew, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re gonna make me earn it, huh?” She slips a finger into her mouth and then slides it right down the center of her slit. Daphne spreads slick back and forth over her shining clit, teasing me. “But what if I can just give myself what I want?”
Her fingers pick up pace, and as much as I should be stopping her, I am just as fascinated.
She swirls at the sensitive skin around her clit, rather than using direct contact.
I take note that she dips her finger back into her honeyed well because she prefers slick and smooth moves rather than ones that search for hard friction.
But when she bucks those hips and her pink ass twitches, I know if I don’t put a stop to her game now, she won’t get what she really wants from me.
With one swift movement, I snag her wrist, pull it off her throbbing sex, and loop in the other hand on her breast until I’m pinning both arms up above her head.
She arches back on instinct. A sudden, high-pitched yelp escapes her lips. It’s half surprise and half something dangerously close to delight.
“If you don’t listen, I’ll have to tie you up,” I say, my voice stern and steady.
For a beat her eyes go wide, the idea lighting up her face like a spark. Then they narrow as a sharp play grin spreads—slow, wicked, and entirely enthusiastic.
Heat pools between us as she tests me with that smile, daring me to follow through with my threat.
She tilts her head, voice husky. “You’d really do that?”
“I certainly would,” I respond. “But only if you make me.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to be very, very bad.”
Her dangerous little smile lingers, and her wrist’s pulse beats under my palm. The rapid thrum of her heart matches my own.
I let her grip loosen, just enough to remind her that she can say stop at any time, but not loose enough for her to forget that I’m supposed to be in charge of her fantasy.
“Still want to test me? Or are we going to have to do everything the hard way?” It’s almost scary how easily I fall into the dominant role for her, like we’re each other’s missing pieces. For what it’s worth, I think Daphne is just as surprised as I am.
“I want to see what you’ll do if I break the rules—I like seeing what happens when I push,” she says slowly, her gaze tracing my face like she’s trying to memorize it. “I trust you.”
The words hang there as her bravado softens. Whatever game we're playing, it’s more than just teasing. It feels like devotion.
Neither of us moves. The distance between us is drawn taut as a wire. Then, so incredibly slowly, I let go of her wrists.
Daphne’s hands stay where they are.
“Suddenly a good girl?” I arch a brow.
“If I am, it’s only because I choose to be,” she coos, arching her hips up for me to see. She keeps her arms above her head, as if they're pinned by some imaginary restraint. “Maybe I just want to see what you’ll do,” she adds, her voice dropping low, “before I start breaking your rules again.”
I place my blue hand low on her pale belly, and take a steadying breath in. Her scent, the one that drives me crazy in the best of circumstances, is so perfectly all-consuming this close to her sex.
I keep one hand there and use my other to trace up and down her slick labia. The touches are light and quick, and I twist my finger to ensure that enough of her natural lube coats my skin.
Daphne rocks her hips, and throws her head back, those perfect lips parting with a throaty moan.
“So wet for me.” I test her entrance with just one finger, probing her velvet softness until the tight ring of her entrance relaxes.
“You’ll need to work up to take my cock, you’re so tight.” I add a second finger and continue to stretch her sex. The hand on her belly sinks even lower until my thumb is able to reach her clit.
I lean forward, and drag my tongue up her seam, tasting her cum and circling my pointed tongue around the perfect little bundle of nerves. She tastes as fucking amazing as she smells.
“Oh fuck,” Daphne pants as her inner walls tighten around my fingers. “That feels so fucking good!”
I don’t need the encouragement to keep going, her heady taste alone would have been enough.
I bring my head up, replacing it with the pad of my thumb, and smile at the vision laid bare before me. Even though the blizzard outside was raging, cold and violent, she burned like a bonfire—melting my every defense.
“Mouth, again, please!” She whimpers.
I’m greedy with her pussy now, sucking her clit between my lips and pumping my fingers deep and up toward her belly. I stroke the spongy spot there, relishing the sounds of pleasure I’m milking from her.
Her hands fly down suddenly, grabbing my horns like they’re steering wheels for her satisfaction. She pushes my face hard against her hips, and I know that she’s close.
I flatten my tongue, lapping her clit with broad, full-pressure strokes.
“Right there, oh my god, right there,” she hums low in her throat.
I pick up my pace, plunging my fingers deep against that swollen flesh inside.
Her legs go stock-straight underneath me when I point my tongue directly onto her clit, and her vagina tightens around me, the fluttering gone.
I push her pearl back and forth, and when her body can’t tighten anymore, it releases and pumps hard over my hand. There’s a rush of fluid that coats me and her thighs.
I slow my thrusting and let my fingers slide out just enough to trace the delicate skin at her opening. She slumps, releasing my horns, and sighs.
“Maybe I should be a good girl more often, Christ," she mumbles, her eyes shut tight.
“Did you like it then?” I ask. I want to make sure that I’m doing what makes her feel good.
“Like it? I’ve never done that before…oral,” She looks a little shy at the admission. “And I’ve never…squirted?” Her eyes crack open as she looks at the damp sheets between her legs.
“How could anyone resist your delicious pussy?” I falter. “Consider my flabbers gasted because how in the hell am I going to do anything ever again without thinking about how fucking good you taste?”
A bright red bloom spreads across her chest and onto her face.
“I could get used to seeing you like this,” I say, voice low and teasing.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she whispers, eyes full of sincerity.
“You deserve the world.” I lean in, letting my forehead brush hers, my arms encasing her like a shield. “And I’ll spend every day making sure you get all the good that’s meant for you.”
Her lips twitch into a soft, lazy smile as she relaxes against me. I hold her closer, trailing tender kisses all over her brow.