Page 24 of Crave Me
On Thursday, I gave her a bath. Massaged her shoulders. Changed her dressings and pressed kisses along the stripes. They weren’t looking quite so angry. The other marks were quickly fading. She didn’t flinch when she moved quickly. I pressed kisses to her shoulders, up the length of her neck.
“Simon,” she’d whispered. Her voice turned needy and shot straight to my balls. Her light-pink painted fingernails dug into the white comforter beneath her. Her ass arched up, searching for a firmer touch.
“Tomorrow,” I’d whispered. “Are you ready?”
“Please.” She’d writhed beneath me, where I straddled her thighs to tease her. “Change the rules and touch me? Tonight?”
I’d laughed and rocked into her. Through my athletic pants, I pressed my erection against her ass. “You need something?”
“An orgasm. Please. Every night you leave, I’m so wet.”
“I know. I like you needing me. It makes you feisty, which will make your submission to me tomorrow so much sweeter.”
She mewled again, a sound of aggravation, a deep groan of desire, which almost had me caving. But it was what she wanted, and she needed to learn she didn’t always get what she wanted. Not with me.
Another groan fell from deep in her throat and I climbed off her before I pressed her too hard, too far. I wanted her feisty, not angry.
“You’re all set to play tomorrow.” I tapped her lightly on her ass and grabbed a card from the pocket of my coat.
Chloe turned to face me, languidly stretching her limbs like a cat waking up from a long afternoon nap. Blonde hair covered her cheeks and the note in my hand crumpled at the edges from my tight grip. She pushed her hair off her face, smoky eyes almost fully dilated showed her lust and arousal. Like I hadn’t already smelled it coming from her when I lay close to her.
I flicked the card onto the bed and watched her eyes stay on it where it landed inches from her fingers. I tugged my coat on and gestured toward it. “That’s for tomorrow. I’ll see you at ten. Figured you’d need time to get ready after your store closed. But don’t be late. I don’t like waiting.”
She blinked slowly. Her lips tilted up at the edges, slyly, as though the idea of making me wait thrilled her.
Yeah. I was going to enjoy tomorrow.
“Tomorrow, Chloe.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her quiet, slightly dry voice hit me in my balls like the softest and warmest mouth. They pulled tight, ready to empty.
I spun on my heels, left her room and her apartment before I did what I really wanted to do—shove her face into my groin, force her to suck my cock deep down her throat until she gagged from it and for it, and then shoot my seed hard and fast, relishing in the way she’d struggle against my tight grip.
Tomorrow.
