Chapter 4 #3
“Did you just tell me not to come?” Dorian asks, his abs flexing as he pumps his dick harder, the mixture of anger, surprise and lust in his gaze intoxicating.
“You’re not used to being told what to do, are you?”
“I’m not,” he bites out.
“So, why aren’t you disobeying me and coming all over your pretty dick?” I ask, my mouth running away with me as something illicit and dangerous uncoils inside my chest. It’s as though a part of me I’ve suppressed for years now is finally free to blossom. I like how that makes me feel.
“I don’t fucking know. This isn’t the way it was supposed to happen,” he grinds out, that anger, that lust, that desperation turning me on even more.
“You thought you could order me to strip, to touch myself, to come on your command, didn’t you?” I say, needling him.
“Yes,” he snaps, the veins on the back of his hand and forearms popping beneath his skin as he tugs roughly on his dick. “That’s exactly what I thought would happen.”
“Well, here’s what’s going to happen instead,” I say, my tongue peeking through my lips as I lick them slowly, imagining it’s his dick they’re tasting.
“You’re going to stroke your cock for me.
You’re going to pull on that delicate chain and you’re going to feel your orgasm building.
You’re going to be so turned on you’re going to want to blow your load imagining yourself buried inside my pussy that’s so damn wet for you right now—”
“Edie, what the fuck are you doing to me?” he groans.
“But you are not going to come until I tell you to. Am I clear?”
His eyes widen, his chest heaves, and the crown of his dick deepens in colour to a berry red, as though my words have sent another rush of blood to the tip.
“Fuck, Edie. I think I’m going to come right now,” he exclaims, his head tipping back as he bares his neck to me, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down beneath his skin.
“No,” I say, shifting forward in my seat, my heart pounding.
“Edie…” he whines, and my clit throbs so hard that I have no choice but to slip my hand into my knickers and press my fingers against it to relieve some of the pressure.
“If you come before I let you, you will never see me again,” I warn, my finger rubbing hard against my clit as my own orgasm builds within me. I’m slick with want, desperate for this man, but determined to remain in control. Needing him to obey me.
“Then I won’t come. I’ll do as you ask,” he bites out, dropping his head.
A bead of sweat slowly traces a path over his temple as he slows the tempo, his fingers strangling his cock, no doubt in an attempt to delay his orgasm.
“I want to see you again. I have to see you again, Edie. You’re fucking incredible, do you know that? ”
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, his praise forcing a moan from my lips.
Dorian’s gaze sharpens. “Are you finger-fucking yourself?” he asks, shifting forward and pressing his forearm against his desk.
His pupils are dilated, strands of his slicked back hair falling into his eyes.
From this angle I can’t see his cock, but I know he’s still fisting himself by the way his arm moves beneath him.
His eyes are pinched and his lips clamped tight.
But he hasn’t come, not yet, and that makes me feel powerful.
He’s holding back for me, because I asked him too, because he wants to see me again.
Damn, that does something to me.
“Edie, are you finger-fucking yourself?” he repeats, his voice strained.
“Yes,” I reply, pushing back my chair and standing.
I step back so that Dorian can see my tits, and my hand shoved down my leggings.
“I’m stroking my clit, wishing it was your fingers and your tongue, Dorian,” I tease, wanting to push him to his limits, wanting to see how reacts.
“It feels so good. So, so good, but I know your touch will be better. I know your thick fingers will fill me up better than my own. I know your beautiful plump lips and talented tongue will make me wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.
And your cock?” I let out a breathy laugh, surprised at my own dirty mouth.
“I know it will ruin my pussy for anyone else.”
“Oh fuck, Edie. Fuck,” he roars, the veins in his neck stark against his skin as he throws himself back in his chair and comes. His semen shoots up in an arc, hitting his chest and abdomen, covering his hand.
Seconds later, my own orgasm crashes over me.
It’s so intense that I stumble back against my kitchen island, the edge of the counter digging into my lower back.
I hold my breath, swallowing my cry of pleasure as dark spots swim at the edge of my vision.
I refuse to let Dorian hear me scream, wanting to hold on to my last vestiges of control.
Eventually, I suck in a ragged breath, much needed oxygen filling my lungs as I slowly open my eyes to find Dorian staring at me in shock, his beautiful dick resting against his abdomen, and his hand and chest glistening with cum.
“Fuck, Edie, that was incredible,” he mutters, swallowing hard.
“I told you not to come first,” I say, then reach forward and slam the lid of the laptop shut.