Tasty

2. Ask And You Shall Receive #3

“I know you are. But I like taking care of you.”

His voice was so loud and commanding. It made me sit up and lean forward, taking a bite, all while looking in his eyes. My brain wondered if this was another kink of his, but his face was plastered in indifference. Like this was a mindless chore for him.

He may as well be washing dishes.

I took the opportunity to look at the fine details of his face.

Salt and pepper hair, slight creasing in the forehead, light wrinkles under the eyes that I couldn’t tell if it was from aging or sleepless nights.

This man could be anywhere from thirty-five to fifty. I couldn’t tell exactly where he fell on that scale because while his face had youth, his mannerisms screamed aged.

“You feel better?” His voice pulled me out of my trance.

“Much.”

“Good,” he held my jaw in his palm. “I can’t have you fainting in my room. This trip is uninsured.”

Was that…a joke?

“I thought you said you liked taking care of me. That feels like acting in your own self interest Mr. S.”

He chuckled then. A deep and careless thing.

“It’s both,” his thumb slowly plunged into my mouth. “I like you a lot, Bunny. Taking care of you and keeping my name cleared of lawsuits are aligned. As long as you’re safe, we can play together for as long as we want.”

My tongue wrapped around his thumb as he spoke, maintaining eye contact. His words gave me vigor.

With him standing between my legs, I inched closer, feeling his semi-stiffy

I sucked and moaned and grinded against his pants bulge shamelessly. I wanted him to fuck me so bad my stomach hurt. It was like I was in a daze still.

I heard him chuckling at my eagerness and it brought me back to reality.

“Yeah, I like you a lot.”

I turned my head away from his fingers and pouted. He must think I’m an attention whore, begging for dick. Sucking and slobbing all over his fingers because I was feening to suck him off.

“I don’t know what you’re so excited for. I don’t suck dick.”

“Tuh.” He scoffed and turned my head back to face him. “Yeah, you do. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to suck my dick anyway. It does nothing for me.”

Oh?

“What? Why?”

I felt the sharp sting of his hand on my cheek and the movement turned my head.

“Didn’t I tell you not to question me?”

He pulled himself away from me so suddenly, I couldn’t react fast enough.

Did this man just slap me?

“I didn’t mean to—”

All the lightness in the room evaporated. He sunk into the chair he tossed his shirt in, watching me. “You’re too smart for me to keep having to explain this.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I’m having trouble finding the will to continue this, Rabbit. You want me to stop?

“No!”

“Then act like it. Focus and control yourself.”

I sat up and looked at him. “Yes sir.”

He exhaled deeply, then balled his fist and bit the knuckle in thought.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

We stared at each other in silence.

I didn’t know why I felt so bad for upsetting him when I just got his approval. Now I wanted to be back in his good graces more than ever.

My hands wandered between my legs as he watched, following my movements.

“I’m sorry, Mr. S. Let me make it up to you.”

“What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer. I just sunk my fingers into my swollen, aching core repeatedly as he watched me finger fuck myself.

It wasn’t enough.

My fingers weren’t as thick as his, so I couldn’t stretch myself like he could. Still, I worked with what I had and opened my legs up to reveal myself more.

Fuck…

I moaned as pleasure escaped me. That water worked so quickly, now I was rejuvenated and ready for more. I moaned and moaned as the slushing sound filled the room again.

I was lost in it until a firm grip took hold of my very active wrist and pulled my fingers out of me.

It felt like whiplash.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

I shook my head, nervous to talk.

His free hand wrapped around my neck, and squeezed, “You think you could do to yourself what I did to you?”

“No, Mr. S.”

He pulled me in closer so that we were nose to-nose.

“No, you can’t. No one else can. Only I can stretch you out like this. Only me cause slut you out like this. You’ll be disappointed if you look for it elsewhere. Understand me?

“Yes, Mr. S.”

“Good.” He rolled his shoulder and neck, like he was preparing for a workout. “I was trying to spare you. You think you’re ready to handle me, and it’s clear that you aren’t willing to be patient, so let me just give you what you’re begging for.”

Gulp.

I felt like I swallowed a tennis ball. Before he went any further, he put my soaked fingers in his mouth. Sucking them clean while moaning. It was doing something to me I didn’t expect.

Afterwards, he pulled them out of his mouth and held out his palm to me. “Gimme your other hand.”

“Mr. S—”

“Give it to me.”

Reluctantly, I did. Then he placed both on my lower abdomen right below my belly ring.

“Keep them there,” he commanded. I heard the sound of pants unzipping and being discarded but didn’t look. “Open your fucking legs. And you better not run, Rabbit. You asked for this.”

Then, without so much as a warning, he entered me. Every nerve in my body stood up. My eyes watered and my toes curled. I almost suffocated on the air caught in my throat as I sucked in to center myself.

No way…

No way I could do this…

My hands go to the sheets to hold onto something steady.

“Keep your hands there!” He stopped me, pressing my palms into my skin. My eyes grow at what I feel.

“Feel that? I could touch that belly button piercing from the inside if I wanted to.”

I blacked out after that.

No seriously.

By the time I regained my focus, I was breathing hard with a dull ache in the pit of my stomach followed by a sharp throbbing sensation between my legs.

“Mr. S?”

This was the closest our skin has been to touching all night as he hovered over me, eyes closed as the last wave of his pleasure flowed through him into me.

“Hm?”

He for sure finished in me.

“I-I think I love you.”

He froze, then looked down at me before giving me a short chuckle.

“You love me?”

After the way you just did me? I nodded. “Yes. I love you.”

He laughed out loud this time.

“Well then. I love you too, Bunny.”

He removed himself from me and I collapsed into the soaked bed. Coated in both our releases.

“I’m ‘bout to go shower. You coming?”

I managed to gather myself enough to look him over.

He’s a fit motherfucker. And tatted too. I knew any more time spent with him would end with me in a wheelchair.

“I need a minute.”

He laughed deeply again. “Aight. Take your time then.”

After he shut the bathroom door, I laid there staring at nothing and feeling everything. The post nut clarity set in.

I exhaled and pushed myself up.

Yeah… no.

Men like him? They didn’t keep you overnight. They enjoyed you, then dismissed you politely and I refused to be sitting around, waiting for that to happen.

So I got up, gathered my clothes, slipped back into them piece by piece and fixed myself in the mirror.

By the time I reached for my bag, the bathroom door opened.

Steam rolled out first, then him. His eyes landed on me immediately.

“You’re leaving?”

I didn’t turn right away.

I adjusted my earring and checked myself once more in the mirror. “That’s the plan.”

He walked a little further into the room, towel slung low on his hips, still damp from the shower. “Stay.”

“Was that a command?”

“Was that a question?”

I finally turned, giving him a small smile. “Let’s be honest here. You don’t really strike me as the ‘stay’ type.”

“So this is about me, and not your obsessive need to disregard anything I say,” he replied. “I don’t know why you’re so opposed to structure, Rabbit.”

I shrugged, slipping my bag over my shoulder. “I like to keep things unpredictable.”

He studied me for a second.

Then he walked over to the desk, grabbed something, and held it out to me.

A card?

“Take it.”

I glanced at it, then at him. “What is this?”

“It’s called a business card.”

I rolled my eyes at the sarcasm. “I mean what’s it for?”

“In case you decide not to be unpredictable next time.”

That almost made me smile.

Almost.

I took it anyway, sliding it into my bag without looking at it.

“Should we shake hands or?”

He gave me a hard look then walked towards his bed.

“Good night, Desire.” He dismissed me.

Maybe he’s thankful I decided to leave and he didn’t have to put up with my slick mouth anymore.

“Goodnight, Mr. S.” I blew him a flirty kiss and a wink. “See ya around!”

The hallway felt colder than his room. Or maybe that was just me coming back to reality.

By the time I got to my suite, I kicked my shoes off the second the door closed behind me.

“Orim! Chewy! I’m back!”

Chewy came sprinting across the room like I’d abandoned him for a year instead of a few hours, nails tapping fast against the floor, whole body shaking with excitement.

I bent down just in time to catch him.

“Okay, okay, relax,” I laughed, scooping him up.

“He was crying, by the way,” Orim’s voice came from the couch.

I looked over.

She was laid out with her silk scarf tied around her hair, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly.

“He was not crying,” I said, walking further into our room.

“He was,” she said, not even looking up. “And I almost called you, but then I remembered…”

I winced. “I don’t know where my phone is.”

“Mhm.” Now she looked up, sizing me with her eyes. “I figured that out.”

I paused, narrowing my eyes. “Meaning?”

She sat up a little, dragging her gaze over me. “It means… you had a time.”

I rolled my eyes, setting Chewy down. “You’re dramatic.”

“Oh, I’m dramatic?” she laughed. “Girl, our room is directly under his. I heard everything.”

I froze. “…you lying.”

“I wish I was,” she said, dead serious now. “Crystal clear. I didn’t even need to try.”

I covered my face. “Oh my God.”

“Exactly,” she nodded. “Now I’m traumatized.”

I dropped my hands, shaking my head. “You’re sick for listening!”

“I didn’t even try to listen,” she said, holding her hands up. “That’s how loud it was!”

“Mm.” I grabbed a pillow and tossed it at her. “You enjoyed it.”

She caught it, grinning. “A little.”

Perv.

I rolled my eyes and moved toward the mirror, checking myself again out of habit. Everything still in place.

Good.

“You know what’s crazy?” I asked.

“What?”

I turned halfway toward her, arms crossing loosely. “He had documents on his desk with a Sucré letterhead.”

She blinked. “Like… your dad’s company?”

“Exactly like my dad’s company,” I said, my tone sharpening a little.

Now she was interested. “Wait. So what—you think he works for him?”

“I don’t know,” I said slowly. “But with the launch party tomorrow, I’m pretty sure they have business together and he’s here for that.”

Orim’s eyes widened. “You think he’s gonna be there?”

I shrugged, but my mind was already moving. “If he had paperwork like that just sitting out? He’s not nobody.”

“Girl…” she dragged the word out, smiling. “You done slept with one of your daddy’s business people again.”

“Relax. He’s probably just a contractor or something.”

“Still. Your dad is gonna kill you if he finds out. Remember what happened with Jason?”

“Ugh. Don’t even say his name. And my dad isn’t going to find out.”

Orim leaned back, watching me deep in thought. “So what you gonna do if he is there?”

I faced the mirror again, meeting her eyes in the reflection, tilting my head slightly.

“…depends,” I answered.

“On?”

“How he reacts if we see each other.”