Chapter 57 You Said I Am All Yours?
David shifts onto his back, freeing his hands and reaching up for me, but I instantly move back.
“Nuh-uh.” I tut. “Not until you answer me.” I explain.
Watching his jaw tense as he puts his hands back down onto the bed, I smile innocently down at him as I move my other knee up, by his hip, so that I am straddling just his right thigh. I keep myself held away from him, entirely aware that once I let myself press into him, I’d be just as desperate as he seems, and my role reversal will come crashing down.
“If I tell you,” He finally replies, a wicked smile growing on his lips. “It will ruin half the fun, won’t it? I’d much rather just show you.”
“And I’d rather you follow simple instructions.” I counter bluntly, putting a hand on his chest and sitting up, so that I tower above him.
I can see his mind moving a million miles a second, his eyes wandering over me as though he is reassessing the situation.
His hands slide onto my thighs before I register that he’s taken them off the bed. I open my mouth to scold him, but he speaks first.
“You said I could touch if I answer. I answered.”
“Poorly.”
“Still counts, baby doll.” He smirks, his palms feeling hot and heavy on my skin. “When are you going to let me take this off you?” He asks, tugging at the dress’ material.
“When you stop avoiding my questions.” I reply quickly, causing him to let out a breathy laugh.
“I never should have let you in on all my board meetings. You seem to have picked up on a few of my negotiating techniques.”
“I have more than negotiating skills, Reid.” I tease, moving the hand on his chest, sliding down his exposed stomach towards the top of his trousers.
“I don’t doubt it.” He smiles, and I smile back, only for a split second, before leaning back over him, my fingers finding his trouser button and tugging it undone.
His smile falters as I slowly run my hand over his dick, which is already starting to harden again.
“Tell me, David.” I whisper against his lips, a soft tone this time, more innocent. “I want to know exactly what you want to do to me… please.”
I start sliding my hand over his bulge, over his boxers, gasping at the feel of him as though it is the first time I’ve ever done this. It is a simple trick, but it is one that always works with my Subs; acting as though I am innocent, naive, and completely succumbing to them.
Half a Sub, half a Dom.
And just like it had worked with them, it is working with David too.
I can feel his chest moving more uneasily as his breaths become shuddery. His fingers on my thighs keep tensing, and letting go. Like he is figuring it out. Like he wants to give in. I decide to push it further.
“If you tell me…” I continue, looking into his eyes as my hand keeps moving slowly over him. “I’ll let you fuck my mouth, Sir.”
That is the thing that breaks his resolve, and makes him crash his lips to mine, one hand leaving my thigh to hold the back of my head. Smiling into the kiss, I allow him to kiss me as harshly as he wants, while I grip his cock through his boxers.
After a few seconds of him deepening the kiss, I break away, starting to kiss down his chest, down his stomach, feeling my heart flip when I feel the muscles tense beneath my lips, his ribcage moving almost painfully with deep breaths. When I reach his boxers, I slowly pull the band down, softly licking the head of his cock as it springs free and I push his clothes completely off him.
His hand hasn’t left the back of my head, and I make no attempts to move it away as I lick down more and more of his cock, until my tongue flicks over his balls.
I look back up at him to see his eyes screwed shut, and him panting. Flattening my tongue at the base, I lick a hard strip up his entire length, which makes his eyes fly open to look down at me.
“Okay you fucking win.” He seethes, and I smile before pressing a light kiss to the side of the shaft. “I have more presents for you.”
“I’m intrigued.” I reply, continuing to tease his cock with soft licks and kisses, never giving him what he wants. Getting him back for what he did in the car. “And?”
“I’m going to use them on you tonight.”
“And what sort of presents are they? A new bubble bath?” I want to laugh at my own wit, but I hold off, internalising my smugness as he glares at me furiously.
“If you keep that up, you won’t get a single thing.”
“I’ve already been cheated out of an orgasm.” I retort, making his mouth snap shut. “So, I’m hardly going to be losing anything else, tonight. But if you feel that way...” I push myself up, off of him completely, and step back off the bed, intending to head to the door, when he sits up, grabs my wrist and tugs me back viciously, making me land on his lap yet again.
“Enough of this game.” He spits, almost ripping the dress as he pulls it down my body, latching his mouth to my nipple.
“You started this fucking game. And you still haven’t told me about my pres... fuck!” I gasp as he bites my nipple, just on the edge of being too harsh. But he isn’t, because he knows my body perfectly at this point.
“You want to know what your presents are, Doll?” He asks, his voice more gravelly now, both of us falling more into this lust spiral by the second.
I nod as I shift on his lap, finding his hard cock instantly and rolling my hips into him. He grinds back before replying, his hand replacing where his mouth has just been, playing with my nipple, while he looks down at me rutting against him.
“First, I need you to make a decision.” He adds. “On where you want me to fuck you.”
“Here is good.” I nod, leaning forward to kiss him when he pushes against my chest. “What?”
“That’s not what I mean. What I mean is…” He moves his hand from my breast to my mouth, swiping his thumb across my bottom lip. “Do you want me to fuck you here?”
I shiver, then his hand moves to where our bodies are connected.
“Or here?” He asks, his fingers finding my core again and sliding in and out slowly. “Or… here?” Finally, he moves his hand round to my ass, quickly finding my hole and pressing a teasing finger there.
“Fuck!” I gasp, jerking forwards and making him smile smugly.
“Whichever one you don't choose, I’ve got something else that can fill it up.”
“Jesus Christ, David…”
His hand suddenly goes up to my hair, grabbing it hard, and he guides my face to his.
“I was going to save this for another time, but given the circumstances, I think we could both use this tonight, don’t you?”
He is right, of course.
A night of being thoroughly debauched, thoroughly fucked, exhausted to the point that neither of us can even start to think about what happens outside this apartment? It is definitely what I need.
I show him my agreement by surging forwards, and kissing him.
I push him back to lay down on the bed again, and let my emotions take over me. I rush to get the rest of the dress off me, I shift when he starts reaching for the edge of the bed, trying to pull the bag out from underneath it. Once he has, I pull his shirt off, tossing it behind my head as he does the same with my dress.
After ordering me to leave the shoes and the necklace on, I forget all about the power play game, and just surrender into his touch. His hands never leave my body, sliding everywhere, grabbing fistfuls of flesh and teasing my core, my hole, all while his tongue invades my mouth.
When one of his hands finally does leave my skin, I hear the rustle of a bag from beside me, and turn my head to watch him pulling out an assortment of toys.
“This one,” He whispers, leaning up to bite my earlobe gently as he holds one of them up. “Is for your mouth.”
Blinking, I focus on the toy, a sleek black, strapless ball gag. A flared base with a sphere on the end, that’s easy and safe to shove in my mouth whenever he wants.
Then he picks up another.
“This is for your ass.” He continues, his lips on my neck while he is holding up a not so small plug, smaller than David but definitely not a beginner toy.
It sends a shiver down my spine as he continually ruts against me while I stare at him picking up the final toy out of the selection. “And this, is so that I can fuck you in the ass.”
It is a simple dildo, a button on the end which I suspect makes it vibrate, and closer to David’s size than the butt plug is. My mind swims with the options, the different scenarios, trying desperately to make a decision on exactly how ruined I want to be.
I reach out for the butt plug, sensing his breath hitch from beneath me, his lips leaving less soft kisses on my neck while he patiently waits.
Then I toss the toy over my shoulder onto the floor, leaving the other two on the bed, and look down at him.
“You said I am all yours?” I ask. He nods. “Then I want you to own every single bit of me, David.” I say with a wicked smile.