Chapter 29 Daniel's Filthy Mouth
“Okay”, I simply replied, my voice small.
I didn’t have it in me to start an argument with him right now… it would not achieve anything but only further darken his mood.
“Okay?! What does that mean? You’re not opposed to marrying me?”, he asked, his tone cryptic as he appraised me, his grave grey eyes trying to read me.
“I’m opposed to arguing with you so early in the morning”, I replied, dodging the achingly dangerous question as I looked down at my plate, fiddling with the cake to distract myself.
“Now that is something I can agree with”, he told me, shooting me a wry smile.
“Let’s just have a nice breakfast and get to class”, he continued, shoving another muffin into his mouth. My mouth went dry when I noticed his very visible Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed. Jesus fuck, why was that so hot to me?!
I quickly looked away before he caught me staring. But unfortunately, I wasn’t too subtle about it as a conspiratorial smirk took over his face.
“What are you staring at? My neck? Are you fantasizing about strangling me? I wouldn’t put it past you.” He commented, making me turn red in my seat as I glared at him, secretly thankful that he was way off what I was actually ‘fantasizing’ about.
“Oh! Yes. I am”, I agreed, my throat parched.
“You do have quite a pretty neck yourself, Ayesha”, he suddenly observed, the amusement escaping his voice as he zeroed in on my throat.
Although he’d let go of the fact that I’d been ogling him… I wasn’t sure how I felt about him turning the tables on me.
Trying not to squirm in my seat, I replied,” Stop staring.”
I’d meant to be more demanding but it ended up coming out as a plea.
I looked in wonder and discomfort as his pupils dilated, he looked to be lost in a world of his own. I screwed up my eyes at him in confusion, arching a questioning brow.
“Are you daydreaming or something?”, I asked, leaning back in my seat.
He seemed to snap out of whatever haze he was in,” Oh! Something like that. I was thinking about how that pretty throat of yours looked when it was choking on my cock. It is truly amazing how a delicate thing like that could take something as thick as my…”
“God, do you ever think before you say something?”, I gasped out, sitting up straight as my whole body tightened in embarrassment. His filthy mouth never ceased to amaze and embarrass me, both at the same time.
I gave him my most heated glare, trying to act like he had gravely offended me. Which he had… but he’d also lit my skin on literal fire. My whole body warmed up to the filthy lilt of his words, much against my will.
“Not when you’re right in front of me…. so technically it’s your fault I make these unfiltered comments”, he simply said as I gave him a disbelieving frown. The nerve of him was unbelievable.
“You can’t blame me for imagining just how fucking euphoric it would feel to wrap my hand around that pretty neck of yours and choke you…. when I know just how good that mouth can take me. God! Just the thought of fucking your face again makes me so fucking hard”, he told me, his voice turning hoarse as if he was imagining it right now.
My face felt warmer than the pit of a volcano as I stared at him wide-eyed, unable to look away as his dark eyes poured into mine, enrapturing me in their grave depths.
I wanted to admonish him… to scold him… to tell him that he couldn’t talk like that about me. I wanted to regret ever blowing him, for letting him be the first guy to be in my mouth. A sane part of me wanted all of that.
But the very large and certifiably insane part of me loved the way he talked of me, and praised me…. I felt like I was on cloud nine in a way. It felt so shamefully great when he told me how much he wanted me… the things he desired to do to me. I felt heat instantly pool between my legs as his words hit me in the most sensual way possible.
“Wait but”, I suddenly started, snapping out of my lusty thoughts,” Y… you want to choke me… like choke me to dea..” I looked up at him, too horrified to finish my line of thought.
“What?! No! Why would I…. Jesus Christ Ayesha! How naive are you? I want to choke you to bring you pleasurable pain”, he explained, making me avert my eyes from him. I shook my head…. how truly stupid was I? I was too humiliated from my stupidity to form words, much less a reply but I still managed to somehow let out a question I should never have asked.
“I get pleasure and pain or pleasurable pain… whatever you said, but… what do you get?”
He sighed at me, his lazy smirk still in place as he kept his eyes on me, not looking away even once.
“I get to watch innocent, doe-eyed Ayesha unravel…. forced to let me see her dark, filthy side. The fact that I get to be the only witness to watch you fall off your golden wagon of dignity and modesty down to the depths of the dark dungeons where depraved, thirsty beasts like me reside… that in itself would be the greatest pleasure I have ever known”, he completed, fixing me with a meaningful stare, letting me know he meant every single word.
Gulping audibly, I nodded at him, not having it in me to fully digest his words as I told myself I was just imagining all the words he was saying. Yup… just my imagination.
I noticed from the corner of my eye that the bastard’s grin widened as he watched me fumble around in palpable awkwardness.
Ignoring his eyes following me around, I stuffed my mouth with the last piece of the cake, chasing it down with the last drops of my coffee.
I suddenly felt the knuckles of his warm hand grazing my throat. I almost choked as I forced myself to swallow my food.
As he felt my throat bob against his hand, he leaned forward and huskily whispered to me,” Remind you of something else you swallowed?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I knew exactly what he was talking about but chose to play dumb, hoping that he wouldn’t say it out loud… if he did, I would literally melt in place and never recover.
But he had something much worse in mind.
“Oh you know, same texture… thick and creamy…”, he explained, his mouth curving up into a malicious smile.
Horrified, I hid my face in my hands. “Please stop”, I pleaded, refusing to look him in the eyes.
“I will if you say it out loud. I want you to look me in the eyes and say it”, he ordered, his tone coated with authority as I groaned in embarrassment.
Even though the cafe was relatively empty, I still felt exposed, like there were a million eyes on me. When it was just one pair of grave dark eyes fixated on me.
I somehow found the courage to lift my head from my hands and look him in the eye.
“It reminds me of swallowing your cum”, I struggled to get the words out, squirming underneath his piercing gaze.
“Oh! Fuck”, he groaned out, disbelief clear in his eyes. “I didn’t think you would actually say it.”