“Hmm, I don’t think that’s it. I think maybe I’ve got you,” I lifted my pinky finger and corkscrewed my pointer finger around it, “wrapped all the way around?—”
Harlan silenced me with a kiss, shoving my pants and underwear down before hauling me onto the countertop behind me. “Maybe. Keep talking, though. Gonna make the next part extra satisfying.”
He pulled my ass to the edge of the counter and slipped his hands under my knees to hold me open. “Look at this perfect little cunt, weeping for me.” He shook his head. “Almost like it wants a kiss or something.”
I drew a shaky breath and let it out slowly, afraid to let him see how much this was affecting me. His gaze traveled up my body, meeting mine before dropping to my pussy again. I was right on the verge of begging him to do more when he spoke.
“Clench for me.”
I did as he asked without hesitation, because maybe if I followed his rules, I’d get what I wanted.
“Again.”
I clenched for him, watching his face for some sign of approval.
“Feels empty, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, embarrassed at how quickly he turned me into a pathetic mess. My clit throbbed and my pussy ached. I rocked my hips to search for relief, but only found the steamy kitchen air surrounding us. “I need you.”
He clicked his tongue. “So impatient, princess. Can’t have you getting everything you want right away.”
I groaned, my cheeks reddening at what I was about to say. “Please, Daddy.”
His thumb passed over the divot below my lips, forcing my gaze to his. “It’s the sweetest fucking sound when you say it.”
He brushed his lips over mine, launching a sensual series of kisses. I sat up to pull him closer, barring one arm across his shoulder blades and the other cupping his neck.
“You’re such a nice girl when you want something.”
I chuckled, bringing back his words. “You have no idea how nice I can be.”
His grin had me trembling, a mixture of nerves and excitement surging through me. “I’m about to find out.”
Harlan dragged his long fingers up my bare thigh and I was all but jumping to direct him where I wanted him. He drew the pad of his middle finger down one side of my pussy, then the other. A pathetic whine escaped me.
“Is that not what you wanted, your highness?” Harlan’s fingertip circled around my clit in a way that had my inner thighs quaking. He bent forward to kiss my neck as he worked the buttons of my chef’s coat open.
“How can you stand it?” I asked. “Teasing me like this? Don’t you want something too?”
“Chef, you should know by now that I love nothing more than teasing you. This isn’t me waiting. This is me getting what I want.”
I lunged at him, both ready to shred his clothes with my bare hands and to throw him down and fuck him senseless. He caught my wrists before I could inflict any damage. It was way too easy for him to overpower me when he wanted to, but there was something even more intoxicating about how he didn’t want to hurt me. Instead, this was a game designed to force me to take the pleasure he gave.
“Don’t lie to me, princess. You live for this too. Say it.”
I pinched my lips as he gently placed my hands under my own knees. He leaned one hand behind me on the counter, fingertip returning to my pussy to trace every inch with a maddeningly featherlight touch.
“Please,” I whined.
“You have to tell me what you want, Em. Then I’ll think about whether you can have it.”
My biceps burned holding my legs open as wide as he asked, especially with the resistance where my legs wanted to shut and capture his hand.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Harlan hummed. “And?”
“Make me come. But . . .”
