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Chapter Fourteen
Once Vance had set her on the bed, he just plain…set on her. Settled his weight between her legs and kissed her, his mouth pressing to hers, teeth nipping at her lips, tongue stroking and plundering when she allowed him entry.
His bulk between her thighs and his heaviness on her torso pinned her down, made her squirm not because she wanted to get away but because she liked knowing she couldn’t. Lilith gasped when he gripped her throat and used his thumb to tip up her chin.
The angle was killer, made her feel as though the entire fragile column of her throat was exposed. She mewled into his mouth in response which only made him press her chin higher. Arousal detonated inside her, making starbursts behind her eyes. There was a non-zero possibility that she was going to come just from this.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled against her lips, the warning sending a shudder up her spine.
Breathy words shimmered up through her throat, tickling like champagne bubbles. “Or what?”
His grip on her throat tightened as he looked down at her from where he’d propped himself on an elbow.
“Or that spanking you got earlier is going to feel like a love tap. I don’t mind you coming as many times as you need to, and you don’t have to ask permission this time, but at least let me give you something worth climaxing over.”
Would he think words were “worth” an orgasm? Because she was damn close and he was not helping anything. Especially when he shifted so he was on his knees and dragged her hips onto his thighs, leaving her tipped back with her legs splayed wide open to reveal every inch of her and he was still fully dressed. Worn flat-front khakis and a button-up chambray shirt with the sleeves rolled up had never looked so sexy.
“Grip your hands over your head,” he instructed, and she hustled to comply. “Don’t let go.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Lilith had just enough time to enjoy a blink of pleasure before he slapped her breast, followed closely by the other one. She squeaked and bucked, but in this position she was helpless.
“You like that, little hell child? You like when Daddy spanks your gorgeous tits?”
Did she ever. It would be a wonder if her arousal didn’t leave a puddle on his lap.
Vance didn’t wait for a response but brought down his meaty palm on her pale, delicate flesh that pinked up quickly under his ministrations. He swatted at her breasts, making them bounce and jiggle with every stroke, and she whimpered and tossed her head but didn’t let go of her hands. She didn’t want him to stop even as the movement of her flesh heated her cheeks and her skin stung hot.
She melted into a space of anticipation and acceptance, breathing into the strikes and crying out softly not exactly in pain although fuck, yes, it smarted, but also in how desperately she wanted something to frot against.
It wasn’t fair that there was nothing between her thighs to lend her much needed friction. How wound up could she get without imploding from lack of satisfaction? Shewantedit.
“Daddy, please!”
“Please what, poppet?” Vance asked, tipping his head in mockery. So mean, the very meanest.
“Daddy, I need to come, please!”
“Go ahead,” he shrugged, continuing the tattoo against her tits, making sure he covered every inch of her breasts from the delicate undersides to the sloping tops, to directly over her achingly hard nipples. “I said you could come whenever you wanted.”
“I can’t,” she whined, thrashing on his lap to no avail. For someone who dressed like a Weekend-in-the-Hamptons Ken doll, he sure was wicked.
“Is your poor needy pussy lonely? You need something between your legs to satisfy your greedy cunt?”
Oh how he had her in knots, and she hated how easily he manipulated her at the same time as she loved it. He had her right where he wanted her, which was conveniently precisely where she wanted to be.
“Yes, Daddy, please!”
She hoped he’d rise up, yank down his fly and free his erection, tip up her hips and plow into her, drill into her in a single stroke and not stop until they had collapsed into a sweaty, satisfied heap. But he didn’t.
No, he drew back his hand like he was going to smack her tit again, but instead brought the flat of his hand down on her clit, his fingers making sharp contact with her mons and her labia in a way that made her shriek. But also…
He did it again and again, bringing his hand down between her legs, slapping her slick pussy. If she had any sense in her head, she’d try to close her thighs and avoid the swats, but instead she canted her hips, rocked up to meet the blows, welcoming them because she could feel—
“Ahh!”
