His face descends, and he sucks one of my quickly hardening nipples into his mouth. His tongue laps at its sensitive peak. I can’t help but buck my hips, grinding against the cock I’m supposed to be leaving out of this situation right now. The pleasure at my breast turns sharp as he bites down, not very hard, but enough to get my attention.
“Bad girl.” Andri’s breath is hot against my chest, mirroring the growing heat in my core. There’s something about being scolded, though, that is making my pussy all the slicker. “I want you a mewling mess before I get any of your attention, is that understood?”
Something inside me awakens—a sharp and hungry beast of a thing. The command should have me folding and falling back on my people-pleasing ways. But it hits me all at once that even though he’s telling me what to do, I don’t have to obey. There’s some newfound power in defiance, and I should lean into this spark of resistance under my skin.
I wouldn’t feel that way without Andri making me feel safe to test the edges of our boundaries, to push back, and to see what happens when I become a brat.
For the first time being contrary doesn’t feel like danger, it feels like trust.
I tilt my chin up, heart in my throat. “And what if I don’t listen?”
Chapter nineteen
Andri
Daphnestaresatmewith a look of determined mischief. Her hand reaches between her legs, and she grabs me through my pants. My brain stops for a moment, and my shaft jumps at her touch. It takes everything in me to focus on not cumming in my pants…again.
She’s pushing back on purpose, and somehow it feels like I’ve just unlocked the real Daphne. She’s so earnest in her disobedience that I know this isn’t for show…that this is what she wants.
“I would make you listen.” A hand slowly makes its way around her throat, but I pause before going any further.
“Good,” she purrs as she bares her neck to me. Time slows, my focus tunneling to the pulse beating beneath her skin. All that soft vulnerability…and I want nothing more than to bite, to sink my teeth in and mark her snowy throat.
To mark her? What the fuck.
I squeeze her neck and push her back into the soft couch cushions with my other hand. She plops down, her breasts bouncing merrily as she does.
“You’ll listen, or there’ll be consequences." My voice growls.
“Like what?” Her face cracks into a grin.
“Like…” I pause, because flying by the seat of your pants leaves too much room for improv. But I find a solution that would feel like torture to me if our roles were reversed.
“Like that I won’t let you come.”
Daphne’s eyes flutter shut, and her hands grip her breasts. She squeezes them together and arches her back before sliding the elastic waistband of her sweats over her ass.
The strawberry blonde curls on her pussy are already beading with dew, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re gonna make me earn it, huh?” She slips a finger into her mouth and then slides it right down the center of her slit. Daphne spreads slick back and forth over her shining clit, teasing me. “But what if I can just give myself what I want?”
Her fingers pick up pace, and as much as I should be stopping her, I am just as fascinated. She swirls at the sensitive skin around her clit, rather than using direct contact. I take note that she dips her finger back into her honeyed well because she prefers slick and smooth moves rather than ones that search for hard friction.
But when she bucks those hips and her pink ass twitches, I know if I don’t put a stop to her game now, she won’t get what she really wants from me. With one swift movement, I snag her wrist, pull it off her throbbing sex, and loop in the other hand on her breast until I’m pinning both arms up above her head.
She arches back on instinct. A sudden, high-pitched yelp escapes her lips. It’s half surprise and half something dangerously close to delight.
“If you don’t listen, I’ll have to tie you up,” I say, my voice stern and steady.
For a beat her eyes go wide, the idea lighting up her face like a spark. Then they narrow as a sharp play grin spreads—slow, wicked, and entirely enthusiastic.
Heat pools between us as she tests me with that smile, daring me to follow through with my threat.
She tilts her head, voice husky. “You’d really do that?”
“I certainly would,” I respond. “But only if you make me.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to be very, very bad.”
