“Pleasewhat, little mortal?”
“Draegan,” she says, no more than the barest sigh, her thighs parting as my hand skates lower and lower, my claws retracting, one finger slipping inside her lace panties, then another, until I’m at her entrance again, just like the other night.
My fingers are slick with cum. I push it inside her with a deep, deliberate stroke.
And just like that night, I find her warm and willing, eager, her body molding around my fingers as if we were both created and dropped into this wretched existence for the sole purpose of indulging in such hot, filthy pleasures.
“Please,” she whispers again.
I slide my fingers in and out, dripping with her desire, with my release. Her body tightens around every slow, delicious thrust. “Please what, little mortal?”
No response but a soft whimper.
“Nothing to say?” I laugh. “Well, that ishighlyunusual for such an incorrigible, opinionated, mouthy little girl. Does the sudden silence mean you’d like me to stop?”
She shakes her head adamantly. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
“Then tell me. Tell meexactlywhat my greedy girl wants.”
“I… I want you to make me come.”
My cock is already stirring again at her words. At her scent.
I brush my lips across her mouth, smearing what’s left of her red lipstick. In a dark, dangerous whisper, I say, “Begmefor it.”
There’s no resistance. No arguing. No button pushing.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I’m begging you, Draegan. I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want. Eat the food, stop mouthing off, let you bend me over your knee and—goddess, just please, please,pleasemake me come.”
“Hmm. So selfish,” I taunt with a low chuckle. “You may be accustomed to batting those lashes and getting your way with the others, but after that stunt you just pulled under the desk, I’m not giving you anotherinchtonight, little mortal. If there’s something more you desire from me, you’re going to have to bloody welltakeit.”
I draw back from her wet heat and sit in my desk chair, steepling my hands in my lap, my eyes never leaving hers.
It’s another battle of wills, this time to see which of us will move first. I’m the one who backed off, but my skin is already mourning the loss of contact, every muscle in my body twitching with the need to go to her. To fist her hair and tear off those lace panties and fuckingburymyself in that hot, wet pussy…
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she says, still breathless, “but…Damnit.”
She hops off the desk and crosses the short distance to my chair, stopping when my knees bracket her bare thighs.
Keeping my hands firmly locked in place, I say, “Is there something I can help you with, Miss Avery?”
She whimpers again, equal parts need and frustration, my cum still dripping down her chest.
I don’t bother trying to hide her effect on me.
But Iamgoing to make her work for it. All night long, if I must.
The little brat thinks she can beat me at my own game? We’ll see about that.
“Make me come, Daddy,” she whispers. “You’re so, so good at it. Please.”
My cock twitches beneath the loincloth.
Well,fuck. So much for my firm stance about the long game.
“Lose the panties,” I command. “Now.”
I can practically read the string of insults flitting across her eyes, but she doesn’t utter a word. She can’t—she’s too wound up, too desperate for my touch.
