“Now I’m going to make you beg.”
Her fingers dug into the brocaded fabric as he pumped his fingers faster, adding pressure. He was very good at making her come. He’d adjusted his stance so he wasn’t pressing against her, and the only hint of his arousal was his breathing, which grewheavier as she got closer and she struggled to remain upright even as her knees turned to water.
“Please,” she said. An electric shiver arced down her spine when he bit the nape of her neck, giving her breast a hard squeeze. “Oh god . . .”
“Open your legs.”
She whimpered when she felt the slick, lube-covered head of his cock nudge her ass.
He kissed her ear. “Open. Your.Legs.”
“Nick,” she said, and his hand smoothed down her hip, gentling her even as he slid two fingers of his other hand back inside her cunt. After a few shallow thrusts, he rubbed her clit, working that slick nub of flesh beneath his rough fingertips until all she could feel was pressure, and pleasure, and—she gasped, arching back involuntarily—a hot spark of pain, like being pulled apart.
“That’s it. Arch your back just like that.”
Jay gripped the chair tighter and felt his groan reverberate throughout her body. “God, yes.” He kissed her hair and that was when she realized that he was inside her. “You feel—so fucking good.”
She felt overfull and on the verge of collapse. When he abandoned her clit to fuck her with his fingers, Jay’s hands convulsed on the slippery fabric. “I don’t know if I can—”
“You’re doing so well.” His lips opened against her bent spine. “Say, ‘My Daddy fucks me twice as hard as anyone else and I love it when he fills my ass with come.”
“Oh my god, Nicholas. No.”
He fingered her more aggressively, until she cried out again. She felt a puff of warm air as he worked himself deeper that could have been laughter or a silent moan. “Say it.”
“My Daddy—Nicholas,please—he fucks me twice as anyone and I . . .aah. . .”
Surging forward, and making her gasp, he reached around her torso for the citrine dangling from her necklace as the fingers of his other hand curved to stroke her inner walls.
“Finish that sentence.”
“I—” His hand fisted and the chain attached to her collar pulled taut around her throat. “Fuck,” Jay choked, even as her shoulder blades began to prickle and a tingling lightness overtook her thoughts, shrouding everything in a heady white mantle of pleasure that felt as if it might leave her blind. “Yes, oh god, I love it—”
“And?” She felt the sharp dig of his hipbone as he bottomed out with a low groan. He let go of her collar, letting his hands fall just behind hers on the armrests, his hard stomach flush with her spine. “The rest.”
“I want him . . . to fill my ass with c-come.”
He pulled out with a labored grunt and entered her again, bowing her over the chair until she could feel his chest bearing down on her. Giving up on bracing herself, Jay let herself be flattened, hugging the back of the chair and burying her face in the padding to stifle her moan.
“My god, Jay. You’re such a filthy little whore.”
Jay heard herself make a sound; the desperation of it embarrassed her. “Please.” She flexed her hips, arching into him, and with a low, approving growl, he stroked between her legs, nudging her into the rhythm of his thrusts with his bent fingers. “Oh my god—I can’t—please—”
“You even sound slutty when you beg.” He sank his teeth into her bare shoulder, before dragging his lip over the bite. “Who makes you scream when you beg for it?”
“My Daddy.”
“Goodgirl.” And that low growl of approval made her let go, loosing a scream that seemed to shatter his control and drive him wild.
He began fucking her in earnest—slow, heavy strokes that had her hips rocking against the chair, causing the brocade to chafe her sensitized nipples with every torturous graze as she struggled to maintain her now-sweaty grip on the slippery armrests. The tight, full-to-bursting pressure, and the slackening relief cut short by the next deep thrust were punctuated by little blazing sparks of pleasure wrought by his fingers and his mouth.
Her glasses were all fogged up and the pleasure was beginning to feel raw, but she didn’t care, because she was thoroughly lost in the sensations of him now—high on endorphins and adrenaline and something that seemed to be just him.
Just Nick, she thought, and cried out softly.
“God.” His voice was hoarse. “Fuck.”
Jay rolled forward as she felt him pulse on that final staggered thrust, followed by the searing brand of his release. The unfamiliar sensation shocked her a little, and she sank forward against his arm until he took pity on her and lifted her up from the chair in a tight, constricting embrace.
