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"Absolutely not," she snaps back, defiance burning in her brown eyes. "You need to give me the code, and you have 24 hours to think about it."
I punch the wall next to her, my knuckles leaving bloody marks on the pristine white paint. Lulu startles, but she holds her ground, determined as ever.
"Stop this," I demand again, but she shakes her head, curls bouncing around her face.
"No, it's all up to you now." Her scent is intoxicating, a mixture of vanilla and something uniquely her. It only fuels my fury—and my desire. I can still taste her arousal from earlier, and it drives me mad. Pressing against her, I ask, "Is this what you want? You want me to punish you?"
Her words falter, and I don't give her time to think. My lips crash onto hers, claiming her with a passionate ferocity. At first, she gives in, but soon enough, the feisty Lulu I know returns. I love it. I adore how she pushes me to my limits, taking everything I can give and more. None of my usual partners can handle my hardest thrusts; they always push against me to slow down or stop.
But this time, Lulu shoves me so hard I stumble backward. I try to close the distance between us, but she stops me again. "No," she says firmly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm not going to let you touch me. Instead, you can watch me get myself off. You only get to touch me when you tell me those codes."
I want to move on her again, but she's made herself clear. I will respect that. My arousal grows as I watch her walk over to her closet and strip out of her clothes. My breath catches in my throat as she grabs a pair of new pumps—patent leather, with a slightly thicker heel than stilettos. She slips them on, her naked curves making it nearly impossible for me to resist her.
Lulu pulls a chair up to where I'm standing, and I sit back automatically. She begins to circle me like a predator, staying just far enough away so I can't touch her. Leaning over in front of me, she displays her glistening arousal, making my mouth water.
"God, I want to taste that juicy pussy of yours," I groan, unable to help myself. "It would feel so good to eat you out and make you come."
"Too bad," she moans, teasing me with her sultry voice. "You're not going to ever eat this pussy unless you give me the codes." I growl in frustration, but she only smirks, sitting on the bed and beginning to touch herself harshly, moaning my name.
My self-control shatters, and I start to stroke myself through my pants. She sits up, noticing what I'm doing, and begins to twist her nipples and moan. I growl in response, my heart pounding.
"Let me show you what you really want to see," she taunts. Lulu lays down and spreads her legs wide so that her glistening arousal is on full display. She takes one of the shoes, and I'm shocked as she brings the pointed toe to her mouth, licking it sensually. Then, she presses it against her clit, rubbing herself with it.
I can't hold back any longer. My cock aches for release, so I take it out and begin stroking myself in time with her movements. "You look so fucking good," I tell her, my voice rough with desire. "What you're doing right now is so hot."
She smirks at me. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it to get off."
"You're such a dirty little slut, and I love it," I tell her, unable to hide the admiration in my tone.
"Keep watching. I'll show you just how much of a slut I really am. You'll see that I can take it better than any of your whores." Her words are like a challenge, daring me to test her limits.
"Trust me, I know you can. All I want to do is shove my cock into you right now and fuck you until you're crying and screaming my name, begging for more."
Lulu's eyes flash with determination as she takes the shoe and turns it around. Slowly, she slips the heel inside herself, moaning and arching her back. With her free hand, she continues to twist her nipples. As she starts fucking herself with the heel while rubbing the sole against her clit, I realize this is the hottest thing I've ever seen. My strokes become faster and more desperate.
"Please," I beg her, "let me fuck you."
She shakes her head. "No, not until you give me the codes. But I wish you would, so you could fuck me with these pretty shoes and shove your cock into my mouth at the same time."
Her words push me closer to the edge, but it's when she finally comes all over the shoe that I lose control. Lulu turns onto her stomach, looking at me as she rubs her release onto her breasts before licking the rest off the shoe. The sight of her sends me over the edge, and I come harder than I ever have before, roaring her name in ecstasy.
ChapterThirty
As I stand there, my mind clears, and I take a moment to clean myself up. Lulu lays on the bed, naked and enticing, her body a testament of desire. My heart pounds in my chest, and I yearn to touch her again, to feel the silky warmth of her skin under my fingertips.
"Let's talk," I say as I make my way over to her, reaching out for her. But she recoils, denying me the touch I crave.
"Nothing to talk about until I get those codes," she says firmly, her eyes challenging me. Angry, I clench my fists, frustration boiling inside me.
"Damn it, Lulu, there's more to it than just that! You know it!" I snap, but she remains unyielding.
"I don't care," she replies coldly. "Leave, and don't come back unless you have the codes. The videos go live tomorrow at midnight." Her words cut like a knife. She adds, "I'm not going back to work either until I get those codes. I won't work for you for free."
Defeated, I leave her room with my frustration at its peak. I walk back to my office, slamming the door behind me.
For the rest of the day, I bury myself in work, hoping to forget the infuriating exchange with Lulu. I leave the red shoes on my desk as a reminder, accompanied by the evidence of her arousal hazy on the glass top. Those shoes, a pair of red stilettos with delicate straps and a shiny patent finish, hold a special meaning to me. I bought them when I'd finally learned to embrace my kink, rather than feel shamed by it. I'd been saving them, only to be worn by the woman who I felt would be worthy to belong to me. The irony that Lulu essentially robbed that honor for herself is not lost on me.
As evening sets in, I manage to wrap up everything I need to for my legitimate businesses. But the Irish and Lulu's threat still weigh heavily on my mind. Irritated, I wonder how she managed to pull it off.
