Chapter 53 53
STEVE POV
I watched Freya rush to pull on her panties and jumpsuit, and she scrambled toward the door. She yanked the handle over and over, but it didn't budge. I had already triggered the electronic lock from the panel by the bed. She spun around, her face flushed, looking at me like I was the devil himself.
"The door is locked, Freya," I said, leaning back against the dresser. "I hate it when you try to hide that cute, naughty side from me. You were just touching yourself on my lap, and now you’re running for the exit?"
"Open it," she whispered.
"No. “
It seems you need a lesson rather than a punishment," I murmured. I walked toward her until she was backed against the door, She looked up at me, her breath hitching.
"Will you teach me, Steve?"
The way she said it—that innocent face she always uses—it gets to me every time. I checked the clock on the wall. "Luna should be asleep. The training she did today will keep her out cold."
I grabbed her waist and hoisted her up, carrying her to the bed. I threw her down, leaning over her as I gripped the front of her jumpsuit. With one rough pull, I tore the fabric down, exposing her body until she was shivering and naked before me.
"Spread your legs," I ordered.
She hesitated, so I grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the mattress. I pushed her knees apart and stepped between them.
"I want you to touch yourself with your panties still on."
"What?" Freya gasped, her eyes wide.
"You heard me. Do not touch your bare clit. Do it with your panties on."
I sat back in the chair, crossing my arms over my bare chest. I wanted to watch every second of this. I loved those innocent puppy eyes, but it was time for Freya to grow up. She needed to stop hiding her hunger and start owning it.
"Keep going," I commanded. "Don't stop until I see you dripping through that lace."
Freya’s fingers were shaking as she rubbed the fabric against herself. Her breath was coming in short, needy gasps, and I could see the dampness spreading across the front of her panties. She looked so small on that massive bed, caught between the shame she’d been taught and the heat I’d woken up in her.
"Please, Steve... I can't... it's not enough," she whined. Her eyes were rolled back, looking at me with a silent plea for mercy.
"It’s enough because I said it’s enough," I replied, my voice hard. "You want to be my woman? Then show me how much you want it. Stop acting like a victim and start acting like you're mine."
She let out a frustrated "Gahhh" and slapped her own clit through the fabric, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She was losing her mind, her other hand coming up to twist her nipples as she tried to find some relief. The front of her pants was soaked through now, clinging to her like a second skin.
"Please... let me take them off," she begged, her hand twitching at the waistband.
"You won't love the result if you disobey," I reminded her. "Because this time you won’t be paying for it, your fucking ex husband will do I'll make sure Mark hears every sound you make. I'll turn your pleasure into his torture."
That stopped her. Her eyes snapped to mine, filled with a mix of shock and a new, darker fire. She knew I wasn't joking. She went back to rubbing, harder this time, her body arching off the mattress as she tried to force herself over the edge.
I watched her for another minute, my own cock pulsing so hard it felt like it might burst. I was reaching my limit too. Seeing her like this—desperate, sweaty, and completely focused on her own pleasure while I watched—was better than any drug.
"I guess I also need a lesson on how to be patient," I muttered, finally standing up.
As I walked toward the bed, her face lit up with pure, unfiltered joy. She looked like I was the answer to every prayer she’d ever had. I crawled onto the mattress, moving between her legs and pinning her wrists to the pillows.
"Thank you... Daddy," she whispered, the words barely a breath.
I stopped dead. My blood turned to liquid fire. I hadn't expected that. Not from her.
"Call me that again," I growled, my face inches from hers. "Say that shit again, Freya."
Freya swallowed hard, her chest heaving as she looked up at me. The shyness was dying, replaced by the raw hunger I had been feeding for weeks.
"Please... Daddy," she whimpered, her voice more confident this time.
That was it. I leaned down, burying my face between her thighs. I didn't use my hands. I used my teeth, catching the lace of her soaked panties and biting down right over her clit. I nipped at her through the fabric, a sharp, controlled bite that made her back arch off the bed with a strangled cry.
"Steve! Please!"
I didn't listen. I hooked my teeth into the waistband and slowly dragged the lace down. I peeled them off her, inch by inch, until she was completely bare. I tossed the wet fabric toward the door and went back in. This time, I bit her bare clit, a soft but firm pressure that sent her hands flying to my head.
She gripped my hair, pulling me closer, her hips bucking in a desperate search for friction. I didn't rush. I started to suck her clit, slow and deep, drawing the air out of her.
"Oh god... yes... right there," she moaned, her voice breaking.
I kept it steady, my tongue swirling in slow, heavy circles. Every moan that left her throat was like fuel. She was losing her mind, her head tossing from side to side on the pillows.
"Don't stop... please, Daddy, don't stop," she sobbed out. "Give it to me... I need it... Steve, please!"
She was calling me everything—names she’d never had the nerve to say before. She was on cloud nine, her body vibrating under my touch. I shifted, sucking harder, pulling her into my mouth until she started to shake. Her fingers dug into my scalp, her breathing becoming a series of short, high-pitched gasps.
"I'm—I'm going to—!"
She screamed, her entire body locking up as she came. I didn't pull away; I stayed right there, drinking her in until the last of the tremors left her legs.
I finally sat up, moving to hover over her. We were both drenched in sweat, despite the AC. Freya was limp, her eyes glazed over as she tried to catch her breath. I reached down and gave her pussy a sharp, echoing slap.
She let out a shaky breath, a dark, twisted smile touching her swollen lips as she looked at me.
"I really wish Mark could witness this," she whispered.
“Really” I asked