Stripping out of my clothes, I climb onto the bed, grabbing Zeke’s dirty pair of briefs from where I set them on the nightstand… you know, for old times’ sake. A grin splits on my face as I think about the first—and only—time I used his underwear for a cam show. How naughty it felt. How unbelievably sexy it was. The way he watched me from my doorway as I came all over them. It was erotic and forbidden.
My heart races in my chest, hammering behind my ribs as I wrap the fabric around my steadily growing length, tightening my fist and giving myself a stroke. Comments are flooding the chat room, tips rolling in, but I’m not paying attention to any of it.
No… my attention is on the notification on my phone that came from the front door camera, letting me know someone just walked inside. Excitement vibrates just under my skin, knowing he’s going to find me like this for a second time. I didn’t do it with that in mind, because I was unsure when he’d be home from work. I know he had quite a few meetings today, but I can’t say I’m disappointed with how this is working out.
In addition to the adrenaline coursing from anticipation, nerves also lick the lower corners of my gut with how he’ll react. It’s no secret Zeke is a possessive man. It’s not like he doesn’t know what I do for a living, but it also hasn’t come up since we became“official”so this should be interesting.
His heavy footsteps make their way down the hall, a noise I can hear over the music, and my cock leaks and throbs in my hand. I’m sitting with my legs tucked under my ass, spread wide, only the tip of my dick visible from underneath the maroon briefs wrapping my length up like a burrito.
“Elias, you in—” Zeke cuts himself off mid-sentence as he pushes the door open the rest of the way, dark eyes landing on where I’m sitting on the bed. They drop to what my hand is doing, then to the open laptop positioned in front of me. They narrow on me as his lips press into a hard line.
Oh, he’s pissed.This fact only makes the smirk on my lips grow until all my teeth are showing, and I have to bite down on my lower lip to stifle the giggle that wants to come out. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of ruffling Zeke’s feathers. It’s a game neither of us ever admits out loud, but it’s one we both crave. We push each other, get under one another’s skin, and it’s foreplay for us. Even if the way he’s looking at me now is more like he wants to murder me than fuck me.
My lips pucker as I blow him a kiss, slowing down my hand as I pump myself. A moan falls off my tongue a little louder than necessary to rile him up more, and that does the trick. He thunders across the room, and I jump back as he slams my laptop shut, growling as he uses his free hand to wrap around my throat.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growls the question.
With a shrug, I say innocently, “Working. What does it look like I’m doing?”
He snarls, eyes narrowing into slits. “No. More.”
Huffing a laugh through my nose, I swallow against the hand still gripping my throat. It’s not tight enough to cut off my air or make it hard to talk, just enough to remind me who’s in control. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,mocoso. No fucking more.”
“No more what?” I shove his chest hard enough to stun him momentarily and let go of my throat. “This is my fucking job. You don’t get to tell me no more.”
All excitement I felt from before is diminished. Replacing it is annoyance as I climb off the bed, arms folded over my chest.
“I saidno more!” His voice is booming, the words coming out as a bark. “You aremine, Elias. Nobody else gets to enjoy what is mine!”
He’s practically foaming at the mouth, he’s so mad.
The sheer possessiveness he’s throwing at me, the caveman behavior, it shouldn’t turn me on. I fucking know it shouldn’t. Yet it does. I’m still annoyed, but I can’t deny there isn’t some sick, twisted part of me that isn’t relishing in his need to possess.To own.
Still… I’m not backing down without a fight.
“You don’t get to make that fucking call, Zeke. You’re not actually my daddy, remember?”
“Watch it,” he warns.
“Or what?” I taunt. “You gonna spank me,daddy?”
If possible, his black eyes darken as a smirk full of the promise of pain tugs on his lips. “You fucking know I will.”
“Yeah? Well, you gotta catch me first.” Before I can even finish the sentence, I’m zipping past him, running out the door and down the hall. It briefly crosses my mind as I barrel down the stairs that it’s a good thing Hilda is gone for the holiday with her family. She’s already stumbled upon us in an unfavorable position once, so I’d hate for her to see me running throughout the house butt-ass naked while the angry Cuban giant chases me.
And chasing, he is. I can hear his loud footsteps inching closer to me. He’s got the advantage. Every part of him is stronger, longer, bigger than me. I make it as far as the kitchen before his baseball mitt of a hand wraps around my arm, yanking me back into his rock-hard chest. Even beneath his suit, I can feel how powerful he is.
“Caught you now, little slut.” His words are spoken right next to the shell of my ear, a shiver racking through my body as goosebumps bloom all over my skin. “Now, I get to have my filthy fucking way with you, don’t I?”
I nod, whimpering.
“Use your words,” he growls.
“Yes, you get to have your filthy way with me, daddy.”
A deep, dark chuckle vibrates from his chest as he shoves me forward until I’m bent over the island in the middle of the kitchen. It’s broad daylight, the windows all open. If anyone were to look in, they’d have quite the show. It makes my cock ache more, the thought of being seen like this.
