She wants to. Her pussy is probably throbbing so hard, she can't stand it. But she's not going to admit it.
So I'm going to make her admit it.
"You want me, baby," I say softly. "I can see it. Your body knows exactly what it needs."
I stop stroking. Let my hand fall away from my cock, which stands thick and hard between my thighs.
"Come here." My voice drops lower. Gentle now. Coaxing. "Just walk over here. You don't have to do anything you don't want. I promise."
She doesn't move, but she doesn't tell me to fuck off either.
Progress.
"I'll be so careful with you," I continue, keeping my tone soft. Sweet. "I'll kiss your mouth. Touch you gently. Make it good for you." I pause, watching her face. "If that's what you want."
Her nose wrinkles slightly. Just a fraction.
There it is.
"But that's not what you want, is it?" I lean into the chair, spreading my thighs wider. "You don't want gentle. You don't want careful. You want it hard, and rough, and dirty. You want to be used like the good little slut you are."
Her breathing hitches.
I stretch out my hand. Palm up. Beckoning.
"Come here, Scarletta."
She stares at my hand like it's a trap.
Itisa trap.
"One last time," I say quietly. "Fuck me one last time, and I'll leave. I'll walk out that door and never come back. You can have Ryan, and his vanilla missionary position, and his boring three-minute fucks for the rest of your life."
Her eyes narrow. "You're lying."
"Of course, I'm lying." I keep my hand extended, looking her in the eyes. "I want you. You tick all the boxes, Scarletta. You're my destiny. But I'm not going to force you. Not right now, not ever. But… I'm fixated, you see. Obsessed. And after what you just told me about Ryan, I'll never get over it. If it's true, I'llobsess. Forever. Was it true? What Ryan did? Because if so… don't I deserve a chance?"
"A chance to what?" she snarls.
"To change your mind. To show you how I'm better. Howweare better."
"Why would I do that? It'll just make you stay."
"No. If you fuck me one last time, I'll leave. I promise. Cross my heart. I'll leave and never come back." I gesture to my lap with my outstretched hand. "You get one last ride on my cock. I get to fill that desperate pussy, knowing I did my best to convince you. And then we're done. Forever. Because if you truly want Ryan, fucking me right now won't change that, right? You'll still want him tomorrow… if… we're not meant to be together."
Scarletta shakes her head. "You're trying to trick me."
"Trick you into what, Scarletta? Either you want to be his, or you don't. Come on, come here. At least let me hold you."
She takes a step forward.
Then another.
I don't move. Don't rush her. Just keep my hand extended, palm up, like I'm offering food to a scared animal.
"You look beautiful," I say softly. Gentle. The way you'd speak to something fragile. "Your hair—the platinum blonde. It suits you perfectly. Makes your eyes look even more incredible."
Her bottom lip trembles.
