by Katee Robert
He must sense my confusion, because he rumbles out a laugh as he takes the remote and puts a movie on. “You don’t remember this.”
It’s only when the opening credits of a bullshit action movie start that I go still. “I was lying between you two like this.”
“Yes.” He tosses one of the throw blankets over my lower half and then nudges my legs wider. “Just. Like. This.” And then his hand is there, burrowing under the blankets and sliding up to bracket my inner thigh. “You were wearing a skirt nearly as short as this. Were you hoping he’d finger you right in front of me?”
Embarrassment and desire twine through me. “Maybe.” My breath catches in my throat as his hand shift higher, his rough palm against my bare skin. I swallow hard. “Maybe I was hoping you’d do it.”
“Shameless,” he murmurs. “Let’s see how shameless, shall we?” He yanks the throw off with his free hand and tosses it aside. “Pull up your dress, Lily.”
I reach drown and grip the hem of my dress, inching it up over my ass, baring me from the waist down. “Like this?”
“Good girl.” He tightens his grip on my thigh. “Spread your legs and lift your hips.” As I obey, his hand shifts higher and cups my pussy. We both exhale shakily. I expected him to jump me, to rip off my clothes and fuck me against the nearest available surface. I didn’t expect him to recreate one of the dirtiest near misses we’ve had over the last two years.
“Wet,” Shane murmurs. “Were you that wet for me that day? Would you have let me…” He pushes two broad fingers into me. “You would have, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan. I writhe back against his touch, trying to take him deeper. I feel like I’m on fire, wanton and dirty and unable to stop. “I wanted your fingers so bad.”
Just like that, they’re gone. “You want to be bad, Lily? Prove it.”
I lift my head. “How?”
“Come here.”
I turn around to find he’s spread his legs a little and has his hand palm up on his thigh. His fingers are still wet with my desire, and that might embarrass me if I had room for thought. Shane nods at his fingers. “Straddle my thigh. Right here.”
Understanding dawns, bringing with it another wave of need. I have to grip his shoulders as I obey, and I come down lightly against his palm. Shane rewards me be pushing his fingers into me again. This time, I can’t help whimpering.
“Take what you need, Lily.” He grips my hip with his free hand and urges me to rock against his palm. “Ride my hand.”
I shiver. “Your hand isn’t what I want.”
“My hand is all you get right now. You have to earn my cock.” He smiles, slow and arrogant. “I’m not a little prick who’s desperate to fuck your pussy and chase my own pleasure. I’ll get inside you when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before.” His voice goes hard. “Ride my hand, Lily.” He leans in, his voice low and sinful. “Show your Daddy how prettily you come.”
Calling him that is downright wicked. “Okay,” I breathe. And then I begin to move, grinding against his palm, forcing his fingers as deep in me as I can get them. It’s not enough, but it feels so good and so bad at the same time. It’s made more complicated by the fact that I’m in a familiar setting, but things couldn’t be more different.
Shane watches me a moment, his gaze dark and hungry and then leans down and captures my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. He sucks hard, making me cry out, and then looks up. “Take off the dress.”
I’m only too happy to comply. I wrestle it off me and toss it away. The way he watches me—God, I can’t breathe. My orgasm is bearing down on me, so I slow, wanting to make this last as long as I can. I lean back and prop my hands on the ottoman, giving him view of the long line of my body as I fuck his hand. His jaw goes tight. “You are so sexy.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
He drags me closer. “I shouldn’t like that so fucking much.” He guides me to lie down between his spread thighs, my legs stretched wide as he drags me until I’m nearly in his lap. “But I do like it, Lily. I really, really do.” He parts my pussy with questing fingers and circles my clit slowly with his thumb. “Do you want to come?”
I think I might die if I don’t. “Yes.”
He’s still tracing me with his fingers, teasing me, examining me. “Tell me what this pretty pussy needs, baby girl. Ask me properly and I’ll give it to you.”
I bite my bottom lip and look down my body at him. Do I dare say it? The alternative—not getting what I want—is unacceptable. “Make me come, Daddy. Please.”
The slow slide of his fingers into me feels obscene in this position. As if I’m just a plaything for him to do with as he pleases. Against my better judgement, my gaze flies around the room. We’re totally exposed here. If someone walked in, there would be no doubt what we’re doing, no hiding how close I am to coming, no missing the fact that it’s his fingers getting me there.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks almost idly as he pumps his fingers a little. “You just clenched around me.”
“I, um…” I drag in a ragged breath. “I was thinking about how exposed we are right now.”
“Not we. You are exposed. Spread out in only these tease of garters.” He spreads my pussy with his free hand and bends down to ghost his exhale against my clit. “You’re thinking about the look on his face if he found us like this.”
I hadn’t been, but now I can think of nothing else. Fierce satisfaction soars through me. I’ve endured so much pain and humiliation because of Max. I’m just enough of an asshole to want to respond in kind. “Maybe.”
Another delicious exhale, the feeling almost enough to tip me over the edge. “I shouldn’t ask…”
I stretch my arms over my head, writhing almost mindlessly against his touch. “Ask me. I’ll tell you whatever you want.”
“When’s the last time he made you come, Lily?” It sounds like it’s dragged from him, rough and brutal. “When’s the last time he worshiped your pretty pussy the way it was meant to be worshiped? Fingers and tongue, over and over again until you’re begging for his cock.”
My back bows and the beginning of an orgasm curls my toes. I’m so close… But Shane’s stopped moving, stopped the heady rise of pleasure while he waits for my answer. I whine and thrash. “Never. He’s never done any of that.”
“He’s never made you come?”
“No.” He never seemed to care, either. Not as long as he got his.
Shock makes his voice harsh. “Not a single fucking time?”
“No,” I whimper. “Not once.”
His curse is the only warning I get before his mouth is on me. Licking and sucking and, holy shit, that feels good. I barely get a chance to enjoy it before I’m orgasming, my toes curling and my back bowing. I don’t mean to grab his hair and grind my pussy against his face, milking every last bit of pleasure from his clever tongue.
I don’t mean to, but I’m not sorry I do it.
Shane shifts me higher on the ottoman and shoves it forward enough that he can go to his knees between my spread thighs. I tense. Most of the time when guys have gone down on me in the past, they’re in a rush, doing the bare minimum to get me ready enough to fuck me. I’m more than ready to fuck Shane, but he’s giving my pussy slow, thorough kisses. Like he has all the time in the world. Like this isn’t even about my pleasure; it’s simply because he’s enjoying himself.
Little by little, I relax, my mind unspooling beneath his tongue and the pressure of his fingers against my thighs, holding me open for him. “That feels good,” I whisper.
He drags the flat of his tongue over my clit. “Stay the long weekend.”
I lift my head. “What?”
He’s watching me closely. “Stay the weekend, baby girl. Let me work out two years’ frustration on your tight little body and worship your pussy. Let me make you come so many times, you lose count.” Another long lick. “Surely that’ll satisfy your need for revenge.”
I can’
t think with him working me like this. “But what if he comes to visit?”
“He won’t.” He nips my thigh. “I’ll tell him to stay away if that’s what you want.”
I don’t know what I want. If this is only revenge, having Max catch us should be the ultimate goal. But if he catches us, this ends. I slowly reach down and sift my fingers through Shane’s silvering hair. I lift my hips, drawing his mouth back to my pussy. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll stay the long weekend.”
His answering grin makes me shiver. “Good.” And then his mouth is on me again, resuming his slow tongue fucking.
Even as I tell myself there’s no possible way I could come again, he coaxes my pleasure higher, easing me back to that cutting edge of desire. Quicker than I imagine possible, I’m whimpering and writhing and rolling my hips to grind against his mouth. “Oh my god, why does that feel so freaking good?”
“Because.” He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. “I have nothing but time, baby girl. Nothing but time and your pussy and a whole fuck-ton of patience. You think I haven’t imagined your taste? I finally get it and you think I’m going to rush? No. Fuck no.”
I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t answer with words, but he answers all the same. Each stroke drives me higher, winds me tighter. And then I’m at the precipice, suspended between one lick and the next, only to freefall down the other side. I come so hard, I shriek and clamp my thighs around his head. Shane wedges his big hands around them to force my legs wide again, to hold me open as he continues his assault until my bones turn to putty and I collapse. “No more. Oh god, no more.”
His dark chuckle promises no mercy. “Lily, you didn’t come here for two measly orgasms.” He’s at my pussy again, dragging his thumbs over my lips and parting me as if he can’t get enough of the sight of me. “So fucking pretty and pink and wet just for me.”
“Yes,” the word comes out as a rasp.
Shane sits back a little but doesn’t stop touching me. He avoids my clit for now, but the slow, possessive strokes against the rest of me is both easing me down and riling me back up. He doesn’t take his attention from my pussy. “I’d like to remember this.”
“Me too.”
“No, I don’t mean like that.” He finally drags his gaze up to my face. My wetness is all over his mouth and chin. He looks like a fucking savage, and I love that he doesn’t care that I’m all over him. We’ve made a mess of each other and, as he said, we’re just getting started. “I want to film you, baby girl. Something just for us.”
I go still. Fucking Shane is one thing. Pictures? Videos? Those are forever, no matter if they get deleted or not. There are always backups upon backups. My body shakes, and I can’t decide if it’s need or concern. “What will you do with it?”
“Remember the weekend when your pussy was mine and mine alone.” He cups me between my thighs hard. Like he’s owning that part of me, all of me. “If it makes you feel better, you can put it on your phone. Decide later if you want to send it to me or not.”
It’s wrong. The woman I was four days ago never would have consented to something like this, let alone actually desired it. I’m already nodding. “Yes.”
Chapter 3
“Don’t move.” Shane rises to his feet and stalks out of the room. I don’t have time to wonder if this is all one terrible mistake before he’s back, my purse in his hands. He tosses it next to me. “Phone.”
I dig it out with shaking hands, unlock it, and pass it over. Shane considers me and then jerks his chin to the couch. “Sit in the corner.”
I obey, moving awkwardly. I lean back against the corner of the couch and spread my legs before he can command me to do it. His tight smile is reward enough. “Good girl.” He stands again and flips on the lights in the living room and turns off the TV. Somehow I feel even more exposed than I have so far tonight as Shane kneels back between my thighs and lifts my phone. “The trees will keep the neighbors from getting nosy.”
“Too bad,” I murmur. I reach up and back to grip the couch. “I think they’d like the show.”
“No doubt.” He pushes the button to start the camera, panning it across my lower body. “Needy pussy. Look how wet and plump you are.” Shane drags two fingers down my slit, parting me obscenely. “So fucking needy. You want my cock, but you don’t get it yet, do you? You haven’t earned it yet.” He pushes a single finger into me and then joins it with a second. “You going to take my cock just as eagerly as you take my fingers?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. I watch him slowly slide his fingers in and out of me until they’re coated with my wetness, until they shine in the camera on my phone.
“That’s right. Watch your Daddy fuck you with his fingers like the dirty little slut you are.” He hardly sounds like himself, his voice going rough and edged. “I think you can take another one.” He wedges a third finger into me. It’s almost too much, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips.
Shane gives me a sharp look. “You take what I give you. Do you hear me? You take my three fingers, and you say thank you when I make you come again.”
Panic and desire wind through me. I want what he’s telling me, but I can’t possibly. “I can’t.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” He drives his fingers into me hard, bowing my back, but before I can adjust, he withdraws and grabs my chin the same way he did in the kitchen, shoving two fingers deep. I’m vaguely aware of the phone pointed at my face, but my attention is consumed by him, by the brutal look on his face. He fucks my mouth with his fingers, forcing me to taste myself there, forcing me to acknowledge that I’m just as much a dirty little slut as I’m pretending to be.
That maybe I’m not pretending at all.
I gag hard, and only then does he slide his fingers out of my mouth, slowly, reminding me who’s in charge with both his pace and his remaining grip on my chin. “What did you say to me?” he repeats softly.
There are tears on my face, but I feel like I’m on fire as I stare at him. I slowly lick my lips. “Yes, Daddy.” My voice is hoarse. It’s strange to talk around his grasp digging into my chin. “I’ll take your fingers and thank you when you make me come again.”
Shane’s gaze drops to my lips and then he drags me to his mouth.
I have spent far longer than I’ll ever admit wondering what it would be like to be kissed by this man. Fantasy doesn’t come close to reality. There’s no tentativeness, certainly no gentleness. He takes my mouth like a conquering king, forcing me wide to allow his tongue, angling me exactly where he wants me. He fucking plunders me. Somehow the kiss is just as erotic as everything we’ve done so far, only made more so that I can taste evidence of myself all over his tongue. I’m all over him.
I forget about the camera. I forget about everything except my need for him. I drag my mouth from his and sob against his lips. “Please fuck me. I need you.”
Shane exhales harshly against my mouth. “There are condoms in the bathroom cabinet. Go get them.”
I don’t question his order. I simply obey, climbing to my feet and hurrying into the small downstairs bathroom to get a string of condoms. When I get back to the living room, he’s on the couch and pulling his cock out. I stop short. Holy shit, he’s huge. Like really, really huge. “Whoa.”
Shane gives me his arrogant grin. “Get over here and get on your Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”
He grabs the condoms from me and rips one open, rolling it over his length as I watch. I can’t catch my breath, can’t do anything but move to straddle him and shiver as he notches his cock at my entrance. I half expect him to drive up into me, but Shane sits back and lets me make this choice. As if I had any other destination in mind when I showed up here tonight. Somehow, through all the hazy reasoning that put me on this path, I never expected to enjoy myself so much.
I let gravity make the choice for me, sinking slowly onto his length. Except that only goes so far. H
e’s too big to slide in with a single stroke the first time, and I’m left panting and writhing and trying to take him deeper. “God, that feels good.”
“Take it all.” His hands on my hips, slowly, inexorably dragging me down until I’m sure I can feel him in the back of my throat. “There you go.” He sounds almost kind, almost caring, as he impales me on his cock. Shane hooks the back of my neck and then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me like he needs me more than air to breathe.
I fight my way up his cock and then resume my journey, fucking him slowly until my body accommodates, and then moving faster. The rest of the scene registers in between slow blinks. The fact that he’s still fully clothed. How naked I am by comparison. It’s like a continuation of our power dynamic, but I can’t tell if I’m the tempting siren or the submissive. I don’t know which I want to be.
“You’ve wanted this cock a long time, haven’t you?” His voice rips me out of my daze. “Walking around my house in those little teases of outfits, bending over a little too far so I almost see your pretty pussy. You wanted to tempt me.”
“Maybe,” I whisper. “I liked the way you looked at me. I liked thinking about being bad with you.” I never would have done it if things didn’t come to this point… At least, I don’t think I would have. But that doesn’t stop us from spinning out our unforgivable fantasy. I brace my hands on his shoulders and grind down hard on his cock. “I didn’t have to walk in a towel from the bathroom to his room. I didn’t have to slow down every time I walked past your bedroom like that.”
“I know.” He tightens his grip on my hips, urging me to move faster.
“I almost dropped the towel once.” I don’t even know if it’s the truth. I don’t care. “Just to see how you’d react.” I can almost picture it, my new version of the events that day, of catching sight of him in his bedroom, watching me with those dark eyes, pinning me in place. Of letting the towel fall… “What would you have done?”
