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“It’s hard to concentrate on my hair when you’re doing that to me.”
“Well you have made your priorities quite clear. Finish your hair.” He cocked his head slightly, waiting for my reaction.
“I don’t want to finish my stupid hair. I want you inside me.”
“Really? Because I thought you wanted to make jokes about letting other men see you naked.” I stared at him, realising what this was.
“So, we’re back to bullshit punishments now?” I snapped, suddenly wishing more than anything that I wasn’t naked.
“A playful lesson.” The corner of his mouth lifted as he continued his rhythmic tug on my nipples. “I’m using sexual persuasion to mould your behaviour to better suit what I want.”Riley was right, he really does sound like a sociopath sometimes.
“A mind fuck, basically.” I hated this. I hated being manipulated this way. Why did he do it? Why didn’t I stop him?
“Humour me,” he whispered, and my brain turned to jelly. Sensing my weakness, he tugged my nipples hard, blood rushed to that sensitive place between my legs. Forgetting all sense of pride, I began to rotate my hips, rubbing the engorged nub against the counter top in an effort to alleviate the pressure.
“Oh no you don’t.” He grabbed my legs, pulling me to the edge of the counter. I fell back onto my elbows as he lifted my knees, spread them wide, and placed my feet on the edge, leaving me incapable of rubbing myself on anything. He smiled at me in satisfaction.
“You’re dripping, Lola,” he whispered as he stroked a finger through my wetness, careful to avoid my clitoris, then brought it to his mouth and sucked on my fluids.
“Please, Alfie.”
“Finish.” He nodded at my hair and I groaned in frustration. Was he really going to hold my orgasm ransom as punishmentfor a bad joke? The look on his face told me that was exactly what he was going to do. I could refuse. I could get up and walk out. I could put my hand between my legs and get myself off without him. But each of those roads seemed to somehow lead me back to here, with my legs spread, my core wet and waiting for him to give me what I needed.
I sat up sullenly and began pulling out a hair grip. Why had I used so many of the damned things? My back arched as I searched for more and he pulled on my nipples again.
“Ow! Alfie, you’re not playing fair!”
“When have I ever played fair with you?” He gave my poor nipples a flick and then twisted them hard. I groaned in pleasure. My clitoris was swelling out of its hood, searching for friction but finding none. I pulled out another grip and more hair fell loose. I was almost there in every sense.
“I think your clit is looking for me.”
“Fuck you, Alfie Tell.” He just laughed as his treacherous fingers continued to toy with my nipples.
He leaned in close whilst managing to keep himself at a painful distance. “How long do you think it will take you to come once I’m inside you?” I shuddered at his words. That question had tormented me since the first time he had asked it. I knew now that it wouldn’t take me long.
“I need you.”
“You’d better hurry then.”
I squealed in frustration and tugged at the final grip. It was stuck in a knot of my stupid, stupid hair. With a painful yank that took several strands with it, I tore it free. I didn’t have time to celebrate my victory before I was pulled onto my back, my skin sliding in my own juices along the counter.
His mouth found me immediately and my aching bud cried out in relief as he suckled it into his mouth, giving it everything it needed. He used one arm to pin my legs back and I helpedhim, wrapping my arms under my knees, keeping myself open the way he liked. My eyes were glued to him, entranced with watching him work on me. He inserted two fingers and immediately found that spot. He wasn’t teasing me anymore, he was heading straight for the peak and within seconds he had me there. I came with a scream of victory, riding wave after wave until my body jerked and spasmed.
“Don’t let go of those legs,” he growled as he inserted a third finger, stretching me further. He started that motion, that quick pulsating movement right on my g-spot that had my body trembling.
“Alfie, I can’t?—”
“You will,” he snarled, and I did. At his expert touch it only took seconds for him to force a second orgasm out of me. Fluid sprayed out of me. It splattered his chest and he groaned his approval. I was no less shocked than the first time he did this to me and when it was over I slumped, my whole body trembling. He pulled me against him as I came down.
“You won’t make jokes like that again, will you?” I couldn’t speak but I managed to shake my head. “You won’t deny me over something trivial again, will you?” I couldn’t even think straight. I knew I should be arguing with him but I was so replete, all I could do was shake my head again. Giving in felt wrong, but it felt so right too.
“Good girl.” He scooped me up and carried me into the shower.
He placed me on the shower bench and I watched as he stripped off. He was mine. It felt surreal but he’d said the words himself.I’m yours.I had a claim on him now.
He pulled me under the waterfall, pressing my back to his front. I leaned into him as the water cascaded over us. Unprompted, he began washing my hair, something he’d only done once on my orders. Occasionally I caught a glimpse of him,his brow screwed in concentration as he learned this new skill as if it was life or death.
Then he washed my body. Starting at my feet, taking time to massage my calves, my sore thigh muscles, my core, over my stomach and finally my back and shoulders until I felt like I was floating.