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My eyebrows lift up. No one has ever dared to talk to me like that before him. No one has even tried because I’ve never given any other man an ounce of control that Vassar currently holds.
Why do I allow this now? I have no fucking clue. So, I can’t help the question that escapes me even though my pussy clenches at his request. Or was it demand? “Excuse you?”
“You heard me, Kira. I said get on your hands and knees for me and do it now. Because if I get up to help you, your legs won’t last a minute into the dinner service.”
Fuck… There’s not a trace of humor in his tone, only deadly promises. Deadly to my vagina.
So, I drop to my fucking hands and knees and expect to see him smirking in victory. Taking pleasure in making me kneel in front of him, but Vassar never does what I expect him to do. I need to tattoo that on my hand to learn it at this point. No, he doesn’t smirk, he growls like a satisfied lion after his lioness brought him her kill.
“Did I mention how much I love seeing you on your knees for me?” He licks his bottom lip and shifts in the chair slightly. “Crawl to me, witch.”
That shouldn’t be that hot to hear. And it definitely isn’t supposed to make my already wet panties even more drenched. But the need to please him, to show him that he can have my body even though the heart is not available, is too strong.
With my back arched, my eyes on his, I crawl over to his feet, and when I’m right there, Vassar leans over, brings his thumbto my lips, and brushes over them, whispering so close to my mouth, I almost inhale each word, tasting it on my lips and tongue. “Good fucking girl, Kira. My good girl. Now show me how wet that pussy is for me. Show me how much you love to be controlled. To be told what to do.”
I inhale a sharp breath because fuck, I do like it. This is the most out-of-character thing I have ever done. It should infuriate me and make me feel like that cheap whore my mother tried to turn me into, but the only thing it does is question who the fuck I really am and how did he find me this fast? I start to get up, to take off my panties, and show him how wet I am, but Vas stops me.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you.”
“No, you’re not.” He pins me back to the ground with his piercing gaze. “I want you toshow me, Kira. I want to see it on your little fingers. I want to taste it off your lips. So, show me, Kira. Put your finger into that sweet, soaked pussy and fucking show me.”
I swear, my soaked pussy gets even wetter from his words, and a whimper claws its way out of my throat. I bite my lower lip, lifting up to stand on my knees, and slowly drag my hand over to my panties, slipping it inside and whimper again as I come in contact with my swollen, needy clit. I draw my finger through my lips, and I’m not just wet, not just drenched. I’m swimming in ocean waters. And it’s all because of this man. The one I thought of as my toy, yet I am the one getting played with.
“Inside, Kira,” Vassar growls, his own hands digging into the armrests as if he needs to physically hold himself back, but I do as he wishes. I slip one finger inside, and I feel a teardrop of that relief coursing through me. But it’s not enough. I need more. I need him and his thick cock.
“Is it nice and wet in there?” I nod. “Is your pussy ready to be fucked, Kira?” I nod again. “Let me see, baby. Show me that finger.”
I take my hand out, with my middle finger out in the “fuck you” motion because I’m still me. If I use any finger to finger myself, it will be the middle one. Always. I extend it over to him, and he chuckles lightly, this time with a bit of that smugness in his voice.
“Suck it, Kira. Lick it clean, but don’t swallow.” My mouth opens without permission. Fuck, is this really my calm and collected Sous-chef?
Apparently, I am not fast enough—or his patience is running too thin—so he takes my hand with his and shoves my middle finger into my opened mouth. I lick my finger, tasting myself on it, and all of a sudden, it is the hottest thing I’ve done.
I am no prude, but sex has never been like this for me. Like I said before, foreplay is nonexistent in my playbook. I come ready for the ride, and that’s it. But not here. Not with Vassar.
After just three seconds, Vas leans over to me again, this time pulling my chin up and lowers his lips to mine. His tongue dives into my mouth right away, demanding the taste of my pussy from mine, and as he swipes over it, he groans.
“Yes, that’s it,” he growls into my open mouth because his hand is still holding it propped open. “That’s the taste of my girl.”
Without another word, he picks me up from the floor, lifting me onto his lap where his jeans are already unzipped, and his large cock is fighting its way out of his briefs. The top of his smooth head, fully out.
Vas sits my buzzing, almost naked body right on top of his bulge as he pushes the thin material between my legs to one side and looks at my pussy with his hungry eyes. He isn’t moving—just admiring?—my swollen sex while I think I need to comeright this second because just a feel of his outline through his underwear and his eyes filled with raw possession is more than enough for me. In fact, if I grind myself on him just one time, I will explode, and he knows it.
But it wouldn’t be me if I denied myself what I so desperately want, so I rock my hips slightly until my pussy is right on top of the smooth, silky head of his cock rubbing against my clit, slowly dragging through my arousal until I push slightly more, letting it slip between my lips, teasing without going further.
“Don’t even think about it.” He wraps his hand around my ass, digging his fingers in, and pressing me into his clothed body, preventing me from slipping him further inside. Vas bites my breast through the flimsy material of my provocative bra, leaving a wet stain in the netting material. My nipples pebble into small rocks from the cold sensation, and I fall into his hold, almost panting, propping my hands on his broad shoulders. “You will come with my cock deep inside your pussy and not a second earlier.”
“More,” I rasp out, desperately trying to grind more into him.
“Tsk, tsk. I’m playing here.” He then takes my hands off his shoulders and places them behind me on his knees, allowing him a clear and unguarded view of me. “Stay still, Kira,” he commands and takes his huge cock fully out from his briefs, giving it a few pumps, and my body starts shaking from how bad I want him inside.
But Vas isn’t giving me what I want, no, he’splaying, dragging himself through my wetness, the head of his cock slick and covered in me.
And when I try to match his soft strokes, he halts my movement with his other hand firmly planted on my hip. “Do you see that, Kira? Do you see how soaked you are? How badly your pussy is crying out for me? How she wants to be my toy.” Oh, fuck, his dirty mouth…
“When did you get so bossy?” My voice is breathless, and I feel like an eternity has passed since I’ve uttered a word.
