43. Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Three
Kat
“What… the hell… do you… mean one?” I asked in between pants, the irony not lost on me that my breathing didn’t bother me at all. He just chuckled again, sliding an arm under me. He pulled me toward him and kissed my hair.
“Exactly what I said. One. I’m counting how many times you’re a good girl for me tonight,” he whispered. I moaned. Apparently, my body was on board, or at least thought it was. Still panting, I tried again.
“Henry, I’m surprised that happened once. I really don’t think it’ll happen again. And I don’t want to disappoint you when it doesn’t,” I answered honestly. I kissed his cheek, trying to soften the blow. Instead, he just laughed again. I booped him on the nose angrily.
“Kat, I’ve been ignoring your self-imposed limitations since day one. And I’ve always been the one who’s right. And if you don’t want to disappoint me, then I guess you just have to be good for me again, hmm?” he flirted, dragging his hand across my stomach.
“Henry, it’s YOUR birthday,” I insisted. He grinned.
“Exactly. You gave me one present this morning. Another by showing up to several different places you didn’t want to be earlier, I think we both remember my third present.
This one was my fourth. I think I want at least nine more presents.
Maybe more. We’ll see how greedy I’m feeling,” he whispered in my ear. Oh… fuck.
“There’s no way,” I whimpered. He kissed my neck.
“Ah, ah, ah, it’s my birthday Katherine. Doesn’t the birthday boy get whatever he wants?” he teased. Fucking Milo. Why did he start that?!
He cupped my breast gently, thumbing my nipple a single time, bringing it back to attention immediately. My body seemed to be on his side, not mine.
Or maybe we were all on the same side.
There was a knock at the door. Henry grinned again.
He slid his arm out from underneath me, setting my head gently on the pillow.
Pushed the shirt up to my throat, making sure my marked chest and hard nipples stayed exposed to the cool air.
Pinned my one free hand up above my head.
He slid his hand down my stomach, pushing my knees apart and pressing them all the way into the bed. My legs spread wide for him.
He bit his lip, those stormy eyes flashing at me. He climbed off the bed to go fetch my tea.
“Stay just like that. If you move, there will be consequences.”
Okay, maybe he’d get a ‘two’.
I knew he wouldn’t let the person at the door see me exposed like this. He posed me for himself. And fuck if it wasn’t hot as hell. I hadn’t gotten to see this side of him before.
And I loved it.
Every goddamn piece.
I could see the bandage on his back from where I lay, the bruising covering his ribs, all of the angry pink scars. He really, really shouldn’t let the public see him like that. Not to mention he shouldn’t be seeing the public in his boxer briefs anyway.
I shouldn’t have been worried. He slid those fucking sweatpants on again, slipping a t-shirt over his head. I should’ve offered him mine. I had a feeling he wouldn’t let me keep it on for long.
Heaven forbid it cover my boobs that he was apparently obsessed with for even a second. I glanced down my body, wondering why on earth the girl that pulled ‘ass men’ had a man obsessed with her smaller than average tits, but I wasn’t going to complain.
He quickly returned with my tea, smiling down at me where I lay.
Exactly as he’d left me.
I’d be a brat later. I wanted my tea.
He set my tea down on the nightstand for a moment, kneeling one knee next to me while staying standing with the other foot. He groaned, adjusting himself in his pants. Why was that so fucking hot? Why was everything this man did so unbelievably sexy?
Flattening his hands, he rubbed his palms in outward circles across my nipples. If it hadn’t felt so good, I would’ve made a wax on wax off joke.
“You stayed. What a good. Fucking. Girl,” he whispered. I moaned at that, and he smiled.
I was starting to think he thought I had a praise kink.
I was starting to think maybe I had a praise kink.
Except I cringed at the thought of that praise ever coming from a man other than this one. It felt slimy without the adoration shining out of his eyes and the sinful smile he paired it with.
So, maybe I was starting to develop a ‘Henry’s praise’ kink.
I could get behind that. In front of that. On my knees for that.
Fuck I was still turned on.
He dragged a single finger between my breasts, up and around each nipple in turn, down my stomach to circle my belly button, lower, dipping beneath my thong, swiping upward in a motion that had my hips jerking again. But what he did next was my undoing.
He stuck his finger in his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks he sucked so hard. His head fell back on a groan.
“Fuck, baby girl, you taste so damn good,” he whispered, pulling me up into a sitting position.
Just like I thought, he slipped the shirt off over my head.
What I wasn’t expecting was him gesturing for me to lift my hips, sliding my thong off as well.
I must’ve made a face, and I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off.
“Kat, be grateful I didn’t rip them off of you,” he chastised.
This was an entirely new Henry, but one that I had absolutely known was in there.
And I loved this one, too.
So did my dripping pussy. I blame the alcohol for the crude thoughts. But we were all in this together and all on the same page. We were absolutely going to try to give him two, and three, and apparently all the way through ten.
It was his birthday, after all. But I’d be damned if I’d let HIM stay at one. I had a few ideas up my sleeve. My uh… nonexistent sleeve.
I did shift from sitting to kneeling, though, when he looked to be moving to climb into bed.
Fully clothed.
Oh, fuck that.
I reached for his shirt, but he backed out of my reach. Cocked his head to the side.
“I’m not sure you’ve earned that yet,” he mused. I pouted, reaching again. I swore I didn’t reach too far on purpose, but he caught me before I could drunkenly faceplant off the bed. I grinned mischievously up at him, sucking my lower lip in between my teeth.
And snagged the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head quickly.
I was aware he allowed it, helped me even. And he grinned back at me. I pressed a kiss to his stomach, right above his belly button. I looked up at him earnestly, tracing the waistband of his sweatpants.
“While the thought of you fully clothed touching me while I’m fully naked is wildly hot, can I request not tonight? I want you with me, at least in this way,” I asked honestly. He took my hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles.
He immediately shoved his sweatpants and boxers down, stepping out of them quickly. I was at just the right height to be drooling over his impossibly hard dick.
“Of course, Kat. Whatever you want. You know that, right?” he asked softly, climbing into bed with me. He settled behind me, pulling me gently back to lean on him between his legs. That beautiful cock settled right up against my ass, and I groaned again.
“What was the question again?” I murmured, only half kidding. He chuckled, grabbing my tea and handing it to me carefully. I leaned back to look at him upside down. He needed an answer.
“I know that. Truly. And please don’t stop all of that,” I started, gesturing vaguely to encompass all that he was in this state.
“I love it. It’s the hottest fucking thing. Ever. Do what you want to me, take what you want from me, tell me what you want me to do. I’m not afraid to say something if I need something. Okay?” I finished. He smiled and nodded, pushing my hair out of my eyes where it had landed upside down.
I resituated right side up, causing Henry to groan at my ass shifting against him. He slid his arms all the way around me.
“I’m so very glad you said that,” he said, that edgy tone returning to his voice. He hooked one foot under and around the inside of one knee, then the other foot on the other knee. And he spread me wide. So. Damn. Wide.
But his hands moved to squeeze my breasts, to just this side of painful. That certainly made me moan. He switched the light off, just keeping me spread for him, looking down at my boobs, lower, just watching my reactions to him.
“Henry?” I asked, wondering what on earth he was doing. He leaned over my shoulder, able to get pretty far because of our height difference.
And blew cold air directly onto my clit.
I yelped, jumping slightly. He chuckled darkly.
And leaned back against the headboard, bringing me with him by his hold on my tits.
The way he was sitting had my back nearly arching against him, shoving my boobs up into his hold.
With my knees pinned by his feet and me being much shorter than him, the stretch had me on display.
For him.
Only for him.
He started toying lazily with one nipple, letting the other hand graze down my stomach and flick my clit.
Oh.
Fuck.
I’d never felt that before. It was painful. It was. But… it wasn’t. It pulled a deep moan from my throat, but it ended impossibly on a whine. Because I thought maybe I wanted it again.
I definitely wanted it again.
But he seemed to be playing a different game, now. Possibly taking a page out of my own playbook from earlier. While twisting my nipple and dipping a quick finger right into me and then out before I could even truly feel it, he gave me my next commands.
“Watch your movie, darling. Drink your tea. And behave.”