Without warning, Lucas' tongue lashed out, licking a hot line across her already sensitive flesh. Emily gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. His talented mouth danced around her clit, teasing and tormenting with expert precision. Just as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her core, he pulled away, pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh.
"Daddy," Emily whimpered as Lucas emerged from under the table, his self-satisfied smirk making her want to both kiss and slap him. "This is mean."
Lucas merely hummed, settling back into his chair and picking up his fork. He took a large bite of pancake, closing his eyes in exaggerated bliss. "Mmm," he said, licking his lips. "You know, these taste even better when I still have the taste of your pussy on my tongue."
Emily's breath caught in her throat. "You're evil," she managed to choke out, squeezing her thighs together in a futile attempt to relieve some of the aching pressure.
"Evil?" Lucas raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "I prefer... creatively disciplined."
Emily couldn't help but laugh, despite her frustration. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
"Eat your breakfast, baby girl," Lucas said, his tone brooking no argument. "You'll get your reward soon enough. If you're good."
Emily picked up her fork, trying to focus on her food and not the infuriating, sexy man across from her. She'd show him good. And then, she promised herself, she'd make him pay for this delicious torture.
As Emily swallowed the last bite of pancake, Lucas stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the kitchen floor. In one fluid motion, he lifted her onto the kitchen island, his strong hands gripping her thighs.
"Fuck," Emily breathed, her heart racing as Lucas pushed her legs apart.
His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, darkened with desire. "I can see just how wet and ready you are for me, baby girl," he growled, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on her inner thighs.
Emily squirmed under his touch, desperate for more. "Please let me come, Daddy," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "I was a good girl."
Lucas hummed, considering. "Were you now?" His thumb brushed lightly over her clit, making her gasp. "You did take your punishment well..."
Emily's mind raced, torn between the urge to sass him and the overwhelming need for release. She settled for a breathy, "Yes, Daddy."
"Well then," Lucas purred, leaning in close. His breath hot against her ear, he whispered, "Show me just how good you can be."
Lucas' fingers danced along Emily's thighs, sending shivers up her spine. He pulled back slightly, his eyes raking over her body.
"How do you want to come, baby girl?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Emily's breath caught in her throat. She wanted him so badly she could barely think straight. "You choose, Daddy," she managed to say. "Whatever you want."
A wicked grin spread across Lucas' face. "That's right," he growled. "You're my baby girl. I can do whatever I want to you."
Emily's heart pounded in her chest. Fuck, she thought. What have I gotten myself into?
Lucas' hands gripped her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter. "And what I want," he said, his eyes dark with desire, "is to taste every inch of you."
Before Emily could respond, Lucas dropped to his knees. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and buried his face between her thighs.
"Oh god," Emily gasped, her head falling back as his tongue found her clit. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding on for dear life as he devoured her.
The warm kitchen air felt electric against Emily's flushed skin as Lucas' expert tongue worked her into a frenzy. Her legs trembled, heels digging into his broad back.
"Oh god, daddy," she whimpered, fingers tangling in his salt-and-pepper hair. "I'm so close."
Lucas growled low in his throat, the vibrations shooting straight through her core. His strong hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he devoured her with laser focus.
Emily's head fell back, eyes squeezed shut as the pressure built to an almost unbearable level. She was teetering right on the edge, desperate for release.
"Daddy, please," she gasped out between ragged breaths. "Can I come now? Please?"
He didn't stop his relentless assault, instead redoubling his efforts. Emily bit her lip hard, fighting to hold back. After being denied all through breakfast, she wasn't sure how much longer she could last.
Lucas' fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, surely leaving marks. The thought only turned her on more. She wanted to be marked by him, claimed.
"You've been such a good girl," he murmured against her slick flesh. "Come for me, baby."
Lucas' tongue swirled around Emily's clit as she trembled on the edge of release. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging sharply.
"Fuck, Lucas, I'm gonna-"
Her words dissolved into a throaty cry as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Emily's back arched off the kitchen island, her thighs clamping around Lucas' head as she rode out her intense climax.
Lucas hummed in satisfaction, lapping up her release as aftershocks rippled through her. Slowly, he kissed a path up her quivering body - along her inner thighs, across her taut stomach, between the valley of her breasts. When he reached her neck, he nipped at her pulse point before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
"You taste fucking incredible, baby girl," he murmured against her mouth. "So sweet. So responsive."
Emily whimpered, still buzzing from her powerful orgasm. She wrapped her arms around Lucas' broad shoulders, reveling in the solid warmth of his body pressed against hers.
"That was..." she panted, searching for words.
Lucas chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Explosive?" He cocked an eyebrow, a smug grin playing on his lips. "Guess I chose well, huh?"
Emily rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop the smile spreading across her flushed face. "Don't get cocky, old man."
"Watch it," Lucas growled playfully, giving her ass a light swat. "Or I might have to teach you another lesson in respect."
A thrill shot through Emily at his words. She bit her lip, considering pushing him further. But the post-orgasmic bliss was too good to risk losing.
Instead, she nestled closer, breathing in Lucas' masculine scent - a mix of cedar and sea salt that reminded her of Seabridge's rugged coastline. It was oddly comforting.