“No, you can’t,” he murmured against my knuckles.
“I’m supposed to sit here like a princess?” I sassed.
His eyes lit up as he straightened.
“Is that… attitude?” It sounded like a purr. My eyes widened as the hair on the back of my neck stood. I squeezed my thighs together as a jolt ran through me and my brain scrambled to find something snappy to say back.
“Me?” I teased as I rolled my eyes. His hand tightened around mine and when my eyes met his, he smiled.
“Oh, Babygirl. Did you roll your eyes at me?” he chuckled. My spine straightened and my nipples hardened. For a brokenOmega, I was producing slick like I was in heat. He released me and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Maybe?” I squeaked.
“And now you’re lying?” Dane’s voice was almost a purr. My lips formed words, but no sound came out. I wriggled in my seat as he tutted. He cocked his head to the side and his tongue darted out, wetting his lips. I felt it between my legs and I bit down on my bottom lip to stop from moaning. Dropping his hand, he patted the spot in front of him. My chair squeaked as I pushed away from the table. I moved, but a low growl stopped me cold.
“Lift your shirt for me,” he ordered.
Without hesitating, I scrunched the material and lifted it to above my breasts. His eyes darkened before they returned to mine. Even though I wanted to submit to him with everything I had, I needed him to take it from me. I stopped in front of him, holding my head high before scooting onto the table.
“Anything else?” I asked.
Dane didn’t answer me. He stood, towering over me, I had to tilt my chin up to hold his gaze. His hand pushed back on my chest and I lowered myself until my head connected with the table beneath me.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded. I obeyed, opening myself up until I was bare for him. His eyes hungrily trailed over my exposed, wet pussy. “Wider. I want your knees to touch the table. You move and there will be consequences.”
I swallowed, but did as he said. The position pushed my hips upward, opening me completely. It was like he’d peeled back a layer I didn’t even know I had left in place. He leaned down, his head between my thighs, his nose trailed up the sensitive flesh. My legs trembled as he paused right above my exposed flesh. The warmth of his breath caressed my clit.
I stared down between my breasts as his tongue darted out. It was long and when he flattened it, I almost moaned. I was seconds away from begging. His gaze locked on mine as his tongue made contact, and I stopped breathing. I whimpered as he dragged it up between my lips. His tongue flicked against my clit and my hips bucked.
“That’s good fucking pussy,” he murmured as he smacked his lips.
“Dane,” I rasped.
A loud slap echoed through the room. I arched my back and cried out as pain spread outward from my clit.
“What’s my name?” he asked.
“Daddy,” I breathed.
“There we go,” he murmured. His eyes lightened a fraction before the darkness swallowed it whole. “You’re going to keep these thighs spread open for me. Every time they close, every time your hips jerk forward, I’ll stop fucking you with my tongue. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whined. He moved and then the pain on my pussy caused my back to lift off the table as he slapped my sensitive flesh again.
“Yes, what?” he growled. The sound reverberated in his chest.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Dirty, filthy girl,” he chastised. But I gave zero fucks because he descended upon me and my knees bumped against the table. I held them there as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I reached down and touched his face, ran my fingers through his hair, but he grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and pinned them down on my belly. His lips sucked, his tongue fucked, and his head bobbed as he ate me. He took his time as he savored every taste. My walls tightened, aching for him to fill me, as his hard tongue slid back and forth against my clit.
“Oh,” I moaned as he started hitting the right spot. My legs lifted off the table. Then his tongue was gone from where I needed it most. My eyes opened in time to see his hand coming down. I screamed as a delicious pain sent vibrations through my sensitive clit.
“You know the rules,” he chastised.
I wasn’t even mad. I wanted him back between my legs, sucking and licking my pussy. My body complied, my thighs fell open, my knees back where they belonged. There was a twinkle in his eye at my easy submission. He held eye contact as he spat.
Oh fuck.
My jaw fell slack as he licked my ass. Knots. He drew the infinity symbol into my clit, over and over again. He worked my body like he’d known it for years. His thumb pressed into my ass and I groaned as his tongue dipped into my pussy. My legs shook, but I held them open. I tried to fight it as he brought me closer to the edge. But with his thumb in my ass to the knuckle, his tongue speeding up inside my pussy, and his nose on my bundle of nerves, I couldn’t. My ass clenched, pussy tightened, and he groaned into me.
