“You like that, Noah?” I asked in a deep, sultry voice.
He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and then gently entwined his fingers in my hair. With one swift motion, he pulled my head forward and pushed his cock into my mouth.
“Yeah, I fucking love it.”
I made fast work of him, sucking and licking and bobbing, practically swallowing him whole, just the way I remembered he liked it from my first night there. I grabbed his hips and pushed and pulled him, faster and faster. His head dropped back and he balled his hands into fists in my hair.
“Too much. Too quick,” he grunted as he tried to pull away, but I wasn’t having it.
I grabbed his cock again and pulled him forward. If he was going to pull away, he was going to do it without his dick attached to his body, and I was pretty confident he didn’t want that. I could feel his pulse throbbing in my mouth and I relaxed my throat, taking him as deep as I could, while desperately trying not to gag on him.
He growled, and then I felt the hot semen spurt down my throat. His movements became jerky and I looked up at him, seeing his face scrunched up like he was in pain. Looks could be deceiving. As much as I hated to admit it, he had a very sexy come face.
When his grip on my hair loosened and his body began to relax, I slowly backed off, licking him along the way. Then I let his cock go and watched it bounce lifeless.
“You were paying attention. Good girl.” And then he patted me on the head like a dog before tucking himself away in his pants.
That arrogant son of a whore!
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve really worked up an appetite. Let’s eat,” he said, clapping his hands.
Noah
All fucking day long I’d been trying to conceal the constant hard-on in my overly expensive pants. Christ, you’d think if you paid that much money for something, it would come equipped with some fancy gadget to help out a dude with just this sort of situation—Go Go Gadget Cock Block or something.
Pfft, whatever.
I kept imagining Delaine naked, trying on different outfits and spiked heels … all … damn … day. Plus, David Stone wasn’t exactly my favorite person in the world to hang out with. The fucktard jumped to conclusions and acted like every little dip in the market was the end of the world. Scarlet Lotus was a resilient company and had always stood strong. This little crisis would be no different.
So I was glad to finally be home, and I was even happier to see that Delaine was waiting by the door. Truthfully, I’d never thought she’d follow my instructions and be there, but she was. And she was running that smart-ass mouth of hers, making my dick even harder than it already was.
Not a very wise move on her part. So I stuffed something in it to shut her up. I deserved a big pat on the back for thinking quickly on my feet.
And it had felt incredible, too. When I tried to back away and she grabbed me and forced me to stay put? Goddamn! My million-dollar baby was learning to crawl, and I think I might have gotten a little tear in my eye.
I was perfectly aware that my patting her on the head like a dog was going to piss her off, but that was what she deserved for acting like a bitch.
As my punishment, I suppose, she was silent during dinner. She wouldn’t even answer outright questions, and that pissed me off more, but I let that shit go, because I was planning some punishment of my own. Eager to get to it, I insisted she join me in bed right after I rushed her through dinner. She was stripped buck naked and waiting for me under the covers when I finished in the bathroom. Just as she should be. Just as I had paid her to be.
“Are you angry with me?” I asked as I sauntered across the room, wearing nothing but a smile.
She didn’t answer. In fact, she actually rolled over and turned her back to me. Fuck that. I would not be ignored. Not in my house, and most certainly not in my bed.
I slid in next to her and rolled her on her back. “Don’t ignore me, Delaine. I don’t like it. Especially when I’ve paid millions of dollars to be lavished with attention.”
Her eyes flickered to mine. “I’m not your bitch.”
“You’re anything I want you to be,” I reminded her.
Before she could say anything else, I covered her mouth with my own. Her lips were unyielding and her body stiff. She was going for the dead-lay play. I had to hand it to her because it was a brilliant plan, but I’m sure she must have forgotten how traitorous her body could be when at the mercy of my capable hands.
Her punishment: bring her right to the edge of ecstasy without ever letting her fall off into it.
I pulled back and smirked at her, ready and willing to play her little game. Then, without taking my eyes off her face, my hand went to the inside of her thighs and I pushed her knees apart before quickly cupping her pussy in my hand. She gasped only minutely, doing her best not to show any sort of reaction. I kept watch over her as I slid my fingers between her folds, feeling them become slicker and slicker with each pass over her entrance.
“Your body betrays you, Delaine,” I told her in a low voice.
I inserted one finger inside her, slowly moving in and out. Her chest rose and fell with heavier breaths and her mouth was agape, but she met my gaze and made no sound. I took my finger out and circled her clit instead, feeling the muscles in her legs twitch as she fought to keep them under control. Two fingers dipped inside her. I curled them back and forth, masterfully manipulating her G-spot. I knew it. She knew it. But she refused to show it.
I pulled my fingers out and brought my hand to my mouth. They were glistening with her juices and I could smell her arousal. She still hadn’t averted her stare, so I knew she could see her wetness.