“Option two—you let me buy you a proper gift,nospending limit. And charity doesn’t count.”
She glared at him.
“Option three,” he continued, with a glint in his eyes. “You let me fuck you in the ass.”
“Nicholas!” Her jaw dropped. “Oh my god.”
“I wasn’t planning on going in dry,” he said, which made heat flood her face as she made another incredulous sound. “But if you don’t want an assful of cock, you can always let me dress you like a slutty princess.”
“I thought you said you weren’t a sadist.”
“Bratty Jay brings out the worst in me.” He kissed her nose, grinning when she wrinkled it. “Stop stalling and tell me how you want to be punished.”
“The third thing,” she said defiantly.
“Are you sure you aren’t frightened of Daddy’s big cock? You went pale.”
He looked so smug and pleased with himself that a little flicker of rebellion made her say, “Shut up, Nick.”
His face got that forbidding look then—the one that she secretly loved, though wild horses couldn’t have dragged that from her, even though she suspected that part of him knew and reveled in it—and when he tugged on her necklace, the sound that came out of her was high and needy.
He pushed his fingers against her lips and she parted them, closing her eyes as he dragged them over her tongue.
“Eyes open.”
Jay cracked open her eyes just in time to see him grip her by her blouse and haul her partially over the counter. She yelped, her fingers sliding for purchase against the slippery surface as he yanked her skirt up, baring her ass to the air.
“Nick!” she cried out, but it broke into a soft moan when his fingers spread her open.
Nicholas ran his hand over her backside before delivering a stinging crack that had her bucking. He pressed down on her clit, which sweetened the sharp pressure and discomfort of him thrusting the finger of his other hand inside her ass, causing her to clench up in surprise.
“I see why you chose this,” he said, his tone almost conversational as she began to pant. With every thrust, the slackening release, paired with the smooth glide of his thumb over her clit, made her knees feel watery and weak. “I can picture it now—you, bent over and struggling to take every inch of my cock in your disrespectful little ass just to fucking spite me.”
“Nicholas,” she gasped, clawing at the counter. “Please. I can’t hold on.”
“Don’t worry. Daddy’s going to take good care of his pretty slut. You might even be able to still sit down when I’m finished playing with you.”
Jay came hard, falling against the counter with the granite at her cheek, and felt a throbbing ache of relief as he slid his finger out of her and unzipped his jeans. There was a crinkling sound, a hoarse vocalization, and then he was inside of her aching cunt, pushing so deeply that the intensity of it made her cry out a little.
Pinned against the counter the way she was, the stove was in her periphery. She could see steam coming off of it, and a smell that suggested that some of the spices and vegetables on the bottom were starting to get burnt.
“I think . . . you should stir that.”
“Oh, fuck.” His breath puffed against her neck. “Dinner.”
“Sounds likeyoushould get punished,” Jay said effortfully.
“If you think you can manage to hold me down long enough, you’re welcome to try.” His hand stilled over her hip, holding her in place as he finished, his breathing becoming unstable. “But Daddy always wins.”
Jay groaned. “Why should I get punished for your mistake?”
“Because I didn’t make you forget your lunch.” With a final shudder, he straightened, giving her ass another possessive slap before tossing the condom in the trash and washing his hands. As he walked to the stove, he shook out his arms, and gave his shoulders a little flex. “Come here, my starving bird. I used your recipe so it should be at least as good as yours.”
“Well, aren’t you confident for someone who never started cooking until this year,” she said, still a little short of breath.
“Why don’t you taste it first, before you light into me.”
Jay rolled her skirt down and limped over, defiantly picking up the bowl he handed her. As she breathed in the warm aroma of the spices, she felt an unexpected but thrilling wave of affection at the thought of him measuring out all the herbs, stirring until the consistency was exactly right.
