43. Forty-three
Forty-three
Payton
I park the Rover in my garage next to Ainsley’s broken-down Toyota.
I scowl at the beat-to-shit Corolla. She insists it just needs a new battery, but I hate that thing. It’s old, dangerous, and she needs a better vehicle. I’ve already called the Aston Martin dealership and ordered her the new DBX SUV. I need my peace of mind preserved when she’s out on the treacherous streets of Atlanta or driving I-85 where any manner of shit can happen. That’s even where Zander and Harlowe reconnected. Besides, she likes British things and deserves something nice after everything she's been through lately. Getting her a nice, safe, reliable car is the least I could do.
I hear the strains of music playing when I enter the loft and instantly recognize it as the ending credits of Pride and Prejudice , Ainsley’s favorite. She told me Della was coming over to hang out and make her feel better, which included copious amounts of alcohol and her comfort movie. I’ve already texted Luca and he should be here soon to collect Della.
I have plans for my Princess that don’t include an audience.
Ainsley looks up from the couch, where her head’s in Della’s lap, her hair being stroked comfortingly, when I enter the living room.
“You’re back early. How was your trip?”
I didn’t give her reasons for my quick trip to New York, only that I’d be back by the evening. “I accomplished exactly what I hoped to.”
The doorbell rings and Della narrows her eyes at me after studying her phone. “Did you call in the cavalry to get me out of here? Luca says he’s outside. I’m here to comfort my best friend. You can’t kick me out like this. We’re not even drunk anymore. We ran out of margaritas two hours ago before Kitty created a scandal with Wickham.” She puts an arm around Ainsley, who’s sitting up now.
“I’m fine, Dell. I don’t want to take up your whole evening. Go see your hot boyfriend and enjoy your night.”
I feel the slightest twinge of something hearing her call another man hot, but it quickly fades. She’s not interested in Luca, and I’ll be more than enough to keep her attention, especially with what I have planned. I walk to the door and let Luca in.
“Della’s insisting she doesn’t have to leave. Want to clear that up?”
He gives me an appraising look with his ice-blue eyes. The man can be so cold, even after fifteen years of friendship. He looks over at Della, thawing a little at her giddy smile, his own turning up his lips.
“Miss,” he says, holding out his hand. “It’s time to go. We can get tacos on the way home where I’m going to have you for dessert while you try to read that latest Haute List post without stopping as I make you come.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, popping off the couch like she’s been shot from a cannon. “Sorry, Ains, I’m not passing this up. You understand.” She hugs Ainsley before making her way over to Luca, who still holds his palm up for her to take.
“Go, be annoyingly cute and get everything he’s offering. I’ll be fine here, and I’m sure Payton will be plenty entertaining to keep my mind off the shittiest day I’ve had in years.”
Once Luca and Della have left, I turn to Ainsley.
“Turn off the movie and get in our room. Strip and lean over the bed, hands on the mattress,” I command, my voice low. Now it’s her turn to hop off the couch like it’s burning her ass.
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and I feel myself melting for her even more. She hurries down the hallway and I give her a few minutes to comply before I make my way in after her. I take my jacket off and unbutton my shirt, removing it so I stand in just my pants, barefoot.
She dropped her clothes in a pile on the floor and is posed exactly as I asked her to. I slap her bare ass, making her jump and moan. My handprint blooms red on her skin, marking her as mine to use. My cock stiffens as I move around her so she can see me. I take one of her hands and wrap her fingers around my length through my pants.
“Look what you do to me, my gorgeous little cockwhore. I’ve never been as hard as I am around you. You fucking do it for me, you filthy little slut. Just knowing you want me to spank you and fill you up with cum has me planning out every unspeakably sexy thing I can do to you.”
I drop her hand to the bed and move to her back. Goosebumps rise across her skin as I trace my tongue up her spine until I’m bent over her, my lips at her ear.
“Please,” she begs, her voice husky with desire and already delirious before I’ve even touched her how I intend to. “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.”
I wrap my arms around her, burying my face in her neck and breathing deeply. Fuck, how is she so perfect?
“That’s right, baby, you’re mine, and I’m yours even more. No one else gets to touch this flawless body that wants to be painted with my cum, and you’re the only woman I see. Everything about you is perfect.” I wrap her golden tresses around my fist. “This silky hair. Your goddamn perfect face that stays with me night and day. Your sassy as fuck mouth that turns me on faster than anything has before. Your tight little body that fits me so perfectly.” I run my other hand up her stomach to her tits and roll her nipples between my fingers until she arches into me. “And this cunt that was made for my cock.” I drop my hand to her pussy and grind my palm against her clit until she cries out.
“Fuck me, please, Daddy. I need more. I need you inside of me.” She rocks against my hand shamelessly and I grin.
“Show me how bad you want me. Get on your knees and open that bratty mouth of yours I’m going to fill. I want to see that pretty pink tongue that loves telling me off.”
She turns, my fist still in her hair, and drops to her knees in front of me, her eyes looking up at me with beautiful trust. I take my time unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants enough to free my cock. She licks her lips as her eyes flick between my face and what she’s about to suck. She opens her mouth slowly and sticks out her tongue exactly the way I like best, soft and ready.
I fist my cock and pump before tapping her tongue with the head a few times. She moans and lets me rub the crown across her lips.
“That’s my good fucking girl. Spit on it.”
Ainsley looks up at me, confused. “Spit?”
“Get it wet for me so I can use you like my favorite fucktoy. Make a mess for us, baby.”
She looks at my cock with determination now that she’s been given an order. Her mouth works until she leans forward and opens, letting her spit fall onto my cock, getting me nice and wet. I’m so hard and ready for her to take me into that hot mouth. She parts her plush lips and lets me feed my cock between them, her tongue licking along each barbell of my piercings.
I groan when she closes her lips around me, her cheeks hollowing, sucking the best she can. I’m too big for her to take all the way into her mouth, but it feels fucking amazing all the same. I take her hair in my fist again and she steadies herself against my thighs. I use her hair to pull her off me and push her back down.
“That’s my good girl. I love seeing you on your knees. You’re taking me so well like the perfect cumslut you are,” I praise. She hums and sucks me harder. “You like when I use your holes, don’t you, Princess? You want to be my fucktoy and choke on my cum.” Her fingers tighten against my thighs as she moans, her eyes going unfocused in delirious pleasure.
This Ainsley is so different from the standoffish woman I met in a café a few months ago. Instead of doing everything in her power to keep me out, she’s allowed me in and willingly partnered with me in this. She’s compliant, letting me fuck her face slowly as she keeps her eyes trained on me, but I know that look. She needs to come. She’s squirming, looking for friction against her heels to ease her need.
“Touch yourself, my pretty girl. Make yourself feel good while I use my favorite toy.”
She drops one of her hands from my thighs to her pussy, her fingers sliding through her arousal and back to circle her clit. The lewd, wet noises coming from her cunt and mouth as I fuck it make me feral. I pump harder, holding her head steady, reaching her limits in how much she can take with each thrust. Her eyes water and drool drips down her chin, dropping onto her tits with each rock of my hips, but she doesn’t pull away or complain. Fuck, seeing her dripping like this turns me primal. I fuck her face faster and she moans around me, her eyes closing in pleasure, hips rocking into her hand as she continues to work herself.
“That’s it, baby, come with me and don’t swallow,” I growl, my release building at the base of my spine, my balls tightening and ready to explode into her perfect mouth with the slightest push.
She blinks, a hazy look in her eyes as she hums, mixing with the wet sounds of my cock in her mouth becoming more beautiful than ever. She cries out around me, the sound muffled as I thrust harder, pulling out enough to watch as hot ropes of cum shoot onto her tongue and chin while she rides her fingers through her own release. Like the good girl she is, she doesn’t swallow, just moans around her mouthful of cum.
“Show me,” I command when her orgasm fades. She looks up at me and opens her mouth, displaying how beautiful she looks holding my cum.
I drop to my knees and kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue, loving that she’s mine in this way. She swallows as I lick the cum off her chin before thrusting my tongue back into her mouth so she can suck it off. I want her to have every bit of me. To smell like me, taste like me, and be full of me.
“Holy shit,” she pants, looking at me. “You really just did that.”
“We’re not done yet. That was just the appetizer. You need to get out of your head and process your feelings from today.”
“I was processing. That’s what peach margaritas and Pride and Prejudice are for,” she sasses. “I’ve felt enough today.”
I pull her up off her knees and move her to the bed before walking into the closet to my toy drawer. I find what I’m looking for and return. Her eyes grow wide and she opens her mouth.
“That’s right, my personal Fleshlight, I’m going to put this plug in your tight little ass while you take your spanking.”
“It has a…pink jewel on the end. What am I, a treasure troll?”
I smile. “I have all sorts of butt plugs, but this one is pretty like my favorite fucktoy and will prep you to take me in that gorgeous ass I have to fill with cum. You’re my favorite set of holes and I need to use them all tonight.”
She shivers and looks up at me with hazy eyes, her brain buffering from the new degrading endearment.
“On your hands and knees, Princess,” I command.
She turns over, presenting me with her stunning ass. I approach and run my palm over the tempting curves. She arches under my touch.
“Have you worn a plug before?”
She shakes her head.
“Have you had anal?”
She tentatively nods, but her face is less enthusiastic.
“Not your favorite experience, I take it? Tell me why.”
She glances over her shoulder at me as I continue to caress her cheeks .
“It didn’t feel great. It was kind of a surprise and it hurt.”
“A surprise? Someone fucked your ass without asking or doing any prep? Let me guess, it was that fuckwad, Archer.”
She averts her gaze and nods. Red washes over my vision and I wish I’d shoved my foot up Archer’s ass along with breaking his fingers. He should know what it feels like to uncomfortably take something when you’re not ready and how that fucks with your brain. I’m close to leaving the room to call Rex to put in one last request, but Ainsley’s comfort is more important than righting this wrong. Archer will get what he deserves soon enough.
I tug her back into my lap, pulling her tight against my chest. I bury my face in her hair and breathe deeply to center myself in her sweet vanilla scent. It calms me when I want to fly into an uncharacteristic rage. Having her to take care of, as mine, has unlocked a part of me I wasn’t aware of. It turns out I’m possessive, protective, a little jealous, and will go to any lengths to ensure she’s safe, wants for nothing, and all her enemies are dealt with at my hand. Right now, she needs reassurance, not me flying off into a crazy rage.
“We don’t have to do this. We’ll only do things you’re comfortable with. Your limits will always lead our play, Princess.”
She half turns and looks up at me. “But I want this. I trust you.”
I sigh out my appreciation for those three words that mean the world to me and kiss her forehead, hugging her tighter. “I fucking love hearing that from you, but I don’t want you to say it because you feel pressured in the moment. Your consent and desires are far sexier than anything we could do together.” She brings her hand to my cheek and brushes her fingers into my hair. I turn into her touch and kiss her palm.
“I’m serious. I know you’ll make it better than what I’ve experienced before. Everything with you has been amazing. I know that won’t be an exception. Besides, I’ve been anticipating this since the moment you said you’d fill every hole with cum. You shouldn’t leave one out and make a liar of yourself,” she teases.
I chuckle in surprise. “Fuck. How do you go and get more perfect every day?” I shake my head as I decide to trust her back. “Remember to use your words if you’re uncomfortable or need to stop. You’re in control of everything we do, got it?”
She pulls back and gives me a look that sets me on fire with the brattiness of it and has my palm itching to show her what that will earn her.
“Enough talk. Spank me and fuck my ass already, Daddy.”
“Oh, girl. You’re going to get it now.”
I lean in and bite her shoulder. She yelps and swats at me as she scrambles off my lap, laughing.
“Turn around, Princess, we have to tame that bratty attitude.”