Chapter 27 #2
“The contract.” She rocks her hips, seeking friction, despite her protests. “We should finish.”
“I’m quite good at multitasking.” I apply light pressure to her clit. “Your pussy is soaked for me, kitten. Unbutton your pants.”
She lets out a soft groan. “I can’t—can’t concentrate when you touch me. This doesn’t seem fair.”
“You won’t sign anything right now. You’ll take it with you, read it carefully, ask questions, and outline your parameters, limitations, and boundaries.” I apply more pressure. “Be a good girl and unbutton your jeans. I’m taking care of you. When’s the last time you had an orgasm?”
Releasing my wrist, she pops the button and unzips her pants. “I don’t remember,” she nearly whispers. “A man has never given me an orgasm.”
I freeze, then lean forward to look into her eyes. “Say that again.”
Embarrassment colors her cheeks, and she lowers her gaze. “I’ve never, you know, with someone else. I thought—never mind.”
I’m stunned into silence. My brain attempts to process this information while my cock strains painfully in the confines of my jeans. The notion that her husband—that any man—could have her and not ensure her satisfaction is inconceivable.
My blood boils. What kind of selfish prick doesn’t fulfill his wife’s desires? For years, she’s been with someone who not only couldn’t be bothered to make her feel good, but who also withheld her pleasure while taking his own. That’s cruel.
On the other hand, I’m thrilled my cock will be the first one she drenches.
“Harper,” I say, voice rough with arousal and anger, “that’s a fucking crime. Take your pants off. I want you spread open on my lap. Now.”
She stares at me, vulnerability in her gaze.
I grip her waist and set her on her feet, the iPad still in her hand. “I’m going to make you come today and every day you’re with me. Pants. Off.”
She glances at the door.
“No one will step foot in here. Besides, the desk will block you.”
“Danny…”
“Having fun cooking and eating. Mrs. Harris will have him well-fed and cleaned up, I promise you.”
She hesitates for a moment, then hooks her thumb in her waistband, tugs her jeans down, and kicks them free.
“Panties too.” When the scrap of lace hits the floor, I pull her onto my lap, her ass on my erection, her back to my chest. “Legs over mine.”
She obeys, and I widen my knees until she’s fully exposed and at my mercy.
“Look at you. Such a good girl,” I glide my middle finger through her glistening pussy, “spread wide fucking open for me and dripping wet.”
She whimpers and tilts her hips forward, chasing my touch. With my free hand, I slip under her sweater to palm her breast and tease her nipple.
“Now, where were we?” I circle her clit with deliberate slowness. “There’s an important section in the contract on relationship dynamics I need you to read.”
Fingers trembling, she scrolls on the iPad until she reaches section nine. I reward her by sliding a finger inside her. She gasps and presses her ass into my aching erection.
“This part outlines our roles and responsibilities.” I squeeze a second finger into her. “I’ll be your protector, your provider. I’ll take care of you in every way and destroy anyone who threatens you.” I’m oversimplifying, but she can read the details later.
“And I—” she chokes out, her breath quickening.
“Belong to me. Completely. Nonnegotiable.”
“Will you…” she swallows hard and arches her back, “…be mine, too?”
“Only yours.” I drive my fingers deeper, her wetness dripping into my palm, and pinch her nipple. “I’ve been alone for years, waiting for you. Why would I want anyone else now that I have you?”
I circle my thumb over her clit faster, harder, and her cunt clenches my fingers. The iPad slips from her grasp and lands with a soft thud on the carpet. Lips parted on a moan, her head falls back onto my shoulder, exposing her delicate throat. I can’t resist—I bite gently on the curve of her neck.
“Fuck, kitten.” I’m rock-hard and leaking in my pants. “I want nothing more than to bend you over this desk and bury myself inside you. Fill you with my cum until it’s dripping down your thighs.”
She grinds her ass along my length, silently begging for more. “Rocco, please.”
I’m so tempted. Hearing my name from her lips as she’s coming undone is the sweetest fucking sound.
She turns her head and captures my mouth in a desperate kiss. I curl my fingers inside her and draw tight circles over her clit with my thumb. Her moans become sharper. Her hips buck, and her cunt pulses rhythmically.
“Let go for me.” I work her pussy as if my life depends on it. “Let me hear you. Soak my fucking hand.”
She attempts to clamp her legs shut, but I pry them apart with my knees.
“Rocco.” Her voice breaks, and her nails dig into my thighs. “Please. Please. Please.”
I keep my thumb circling her clit, my fingers hooked inside her, until a strangled cry tears from her throat, her pussy gushes, and she shudders in my lap.
“That’s it, kitten.” I slow my pace, drawing out every drop of her pleasure. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me, surrender to me.”
Aftershocks ripple through her, and she collapses on my chest. I withdraw my fingers and suck them clean, groaning at the sweet and tangy taste of her arousal.
I want more. I want to bury my face between her thighs and feast on her until she’s sobbing and begging me to stop. “I can’t wait to devour you, have you gushing in my mouth.”
She’s boneless in my arms, her breathing ragged. I’ve barely shown her what pleasure can feel like, and she’s already thoroughly sated, eyes heavy-lidded.
I cup her chin and claim her lips in a possessive kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She whimpers softly and shifts against my straining cock.
Abruptly, she pulls away. “What about you?”
I brush a strand of hair from her face. “This wasn’t about me. This was about you. Get dressed and get back on my lap so I can hold you.”