“It’s Saturday, Little One. You're staying with me all weekend.”
My heart races at the thought of having more time with Victor. While my brain’s aware that the high I’m on will soon fade, I’ll take all of the heartbreaker that I can get.Okay, yellow-polka-dot pajamas, I’m gonna need you soon enough.
“I’m beginning to believe you lost on purpose.” I’ve returned to Victor’s shirt, which is now riding high on my hips, no panties, with a smile that could eclipse the sun as I lick the bit of sauce dribbling from my lips.
“On the contrary, who says I didn’t win?” Victor’s fingertips dig into my hips, and he slides me to the threshold of the counter so that my bottom is resting on the edge.
“Hey,” I pant, from fear of falling on my ass.
“What are you so afraid of, Luxury?” Victor chides, locking me between his arms.
I’m afraid of falling. Losing my father. The color red.You.
Stop it, Luxxie. You haven’t been a hopeless mess since Victor entered your life.
“Don’t go for the innocent look, Vic. That ship has sailed.” I grow hot all over, staring at the hypnotic gleam in his eyes that reads how I’ll have a screaming orgasm all over the counters at just his faint touch. Dr. Victor Finch is beyond cocky. He oozes confidence that makes my body zing.
His eyes darken, abounding with devilish desire as he unbuttons the shirt, undressing me. Fingertips graze the side of my breast and the small of my back. “Tosh. Who said I was innocent? I’ve a proposition. It’s rather simple.”
“Oh, a proposition?”
“I’m elated that you asked. I willeat your cunt like it’s the first meal I’ve ever consumed. You tell me if I’m an innocent of sorts.”
“So, you don’t know how to eat . . .” Too uncomfortable to say the c-word or its equally unflattering alternative, I let the words trail off.
“It will be my pleasure for you to teach me, Luxury.”
Dark heat pools at my core. Mouth agape, I attempt to conjure the words, but my mind is inundated.
Where to start?
He’s allowing me to lead.
Lawd, this will be amazing!
A barrage of salacious ideas swarm through my psyche. My tongue darts out, gliding over my bottom lip, and I elongate my spine. I can’t tip the imaginary crown on my head.Alright, Luxxie, organize your thoughts. Your darkest, filthiest wishes are within your grasp, so don’t be timid.
Victor plants himself between my thighs, and it becomes glaringly obvious that my hesitant demeanor is like blood to a shark. Although he’s still fully dressed, he’d unbuttoned his shirt while cooking. My eyes flicker down the tantalizing trail of hair that leads past his tailored slacks to a well-endowed cock.
C’mon, girl. A closed mouth doesn’t get fed, er, won’t feed him.“Ahem, you just have to . . .”
“Tell me how to please you, Little One.” His lips descend onto my neck, sucking and nipping, causing my breathing to hollow.
“Just put your lips . . .” My thoughts waver.
“Lux, teach me how to suck your pussy to orgasm.” I strangle a whimper when Victor’s mouth no longer drags over my agonizing flesh. His body is heavy over mine, although he’s reaching behind me, clasping my hands. “Since you’re avid at self-advocacy.”
“What?” I whisper in confusion.
“We’re discussing your mouth.” Silk caresses over the pulse at the inside of my palm. I glance over, and he’s binding my wrists with a tie.
“You may not tug or physically prompt me. You must; however,” Victor’s lips drop against mine for a brief chaste kiss, “tellme how to fuck your pussy with my mouth.”
I squirm against the tight bind. “Vic.”
He kneels, looking up at me through wildly erotic eyes aflame with fire. His thumb traces the juices at my creased entrance.
God. He’s teaching me, creating a woman as he suggests, “Shall I tongue fuck you? Or graze my teeth over your tiny clit. I have permitted you to give an order. Do it, or the consequences will be dire.”