I walk toward her. She doesn’t move.Good girl. Stay there. Let me play with you.
“What do you want?” she asks. I don’t answer. I close the space between us, my hand falling to her waist as I pull her closer. Our lips are now an inch apart. I can feel her breath onmine. She looks straight into my eyes, and the look in hers alone makes me hard. Her eyes are full of fear. Silly little criminal. She has nothing to fear. I would never hurt her—not more than what she would beg for. I can feel her body tense under my hold.
“Are you afraid, sweet criminal?” I ask, my lips brushing hers as I talk. She nods. She doesn’t speak. Just nods.
“You have nothing to fear, Rachel,” I assure her, and her body relaxes in an instant.
“What do you want?” she asks again.
“Just to play,” I respond this time. Her eyes grow wide with confusion, maybe a little curiosity. My criminal is a curious one. She likes the danger even if she doesn’t want to admit it. It was very clear from the start. The way we met says it all.
I don’t wait for her to talk more. I claim her lips with mine, and to my surprise, she doesn’t pull away. She kisses me back. She welcomes it. Her tongue dances with mine, and her body presses against me. That’s more like it. That’s how I want her to be.Welcoming. Begging. Needing me.
I pull away, and I can see the disappointment in her eyes. “Sit,” I say. No more words are needed.
“What?” she questions.
“Sit the fuck down, Rachel,” I repeat, this time my voice reeking of authority. I want to taste her with no complaints. I want to give her a taste of what she should expect. And I don’t have much time to do it. She will have to return to work soon. She doesn’t argue. She sits down on the couch, and I kneel in front of her. My hands find the button of her pants. She lies back on the couch, not questioning me this time.Good girl. She is learning quickly.
“You can say no if you want, but I want to play with you, and we don’t have much time,” I say as I slide her tight pants down her thighs. She lifts her body, allowing me to do so, and that’s allthe consent I need. She is as into this as I am. I slide her panties off next, leaving her bare in front of me.
“Are you going to tell me no?” I ask before I press her thighs open more and pull her body toward me.
“No,” she says shyly.
“Good girl,” I murmur as I dive into her pussy like it’s a fine meal ready to be devoured. My tongue passes over her clit in slow motion, and a moan leaves the sweet criminal before me. I do it again, and she closes her eyes, her head falling back, allowing me to devour her slowly. I suck and lick greedily. Her taste is the most divine thing I have ever tasted. So sweet, yet so addictive. If I could, I would spend hours between her legs, but sadly, my little criminal will have to go back to work soon.
Her hand weaves into the curls of my hair and pushes my head down. I know she is close. I can tell from the little moans that leave her lips, the way her body tenses, and how hard she grips my hair. I welcome the slight sting of her pull. I push two fingers into her, and she greedily pushes her body against my mouth as I suck on her clit while my fingers work her toward her orgasm. She moans louder. I would worry that now people have definitely heard us, but I am not that big of a man. I secretly love the idea of people hearing my girl come hard against my mouth. She shatters in an orgasm that disorients her completely, but I don’t pull away—not until she is fully down from it and her hand leaves my hair, allowing me some space from her. She falls back, eyes half-closed, spent and satisfied. Her hangover, now that her body is satisfied, is probably kicking her ass. I make a mental note to get her some coffee.
I help her into her panties and pants. She barely reacts as I button and zip the tight pants on her body. She smiles at me—a silent thank you for dressing her, for making her come.I don’t know.I appreciate the smile regardless of the meaning. It’s better than the angry Rachel I have seen so far. She is so docileafter she comes. I almost want to make her come again. I want to sink my dick so deep into her she sees God. But I am a good man, and my girl needs to go back to work.
I stand and fix my clothes and hair. I wipe my mouth and check myself in the mirror that hangs above the couch. I look semi-presentable, which is good enough. I reach into my pocket and fish out my keys for the bike. I had to go all the way back to where she kidnapped me this morning to get it.
“See you later, criminal,” I say as I move toward the door. I unlock it and open it without looking at Rachel. I can tell her disappointment from where I stand.Don’t worry, sweet criminal, we are going to play more soon.I exit and close the door behind me.
Chapter 4
Rachel
What the hell just happened? Did I dream this? Is it a mere fantasy conjured by my delusion and lack of sleep? I stare at the door closing behind Kai as he leaves the room. I am unable to move, talk, or function. This man dressed me and left as if his job here was done.He ate. I came. He left.The door opens again, and I’m half ready to shout all my questions at his face, but instead, it’s Noah entering the break room.
“What the hell just happened in here?” he shouts, and I start laughing.
“I have no idea,” I admit between laughs, and he starts laughing with me. He goes to the minifridge and takes out two water bottles. He hands me one and takes the seat beside me on the couch.
“Did you fuck the biker?” He takes a sip of his water, and I wait for him to finish before I reply because no matter how cruel I can be, I happen to like my best friend, and I would hate for him to choke on his water with what I have to share.
“No,” I say, and disappointment crashes into Noah’s face like a train. He is visibly sad. I turn to him with a grin on my face. “He came into the break room, ate my pussy like I was a five-star meal at the best restaurant in town, and left.”
“What?” Noah spits the water he just gulped while I was talking and starts coughing.
I pat his back like the good friend I am. “Calm down. Please don’t die. I need to talk about this,” I joke, and he laughs mid-cough.
“I want to talk about this too. What do you mean he ate your pussy?” Noah questions with a rising eyebrow and a smirk that both tell me he’s not mad about this but in a gossipy mood. Good. A gossip-intrigued Noah is a good Noah to have around.
“Well, my next two appointments got canceled, so I came in here to nap,” I start.
“Which is a normal thing. Since mine also got canceled, I was about to do the same.” Noah and I tend to have the same habits. We overwork ourselves, so naps can be a lifesaver while we do that.
