Page 40 of The Southern Submission

She looks truly curious and a little put out. I abandon the silverware and wrap my arms around her waist to hold her against me, her eyes growing wide, but I don’t miss the amber warming right along with the heat from her body against mine. I confuse her further by kissing her nose, getting a huff of surprise. She’s so fucking cute when she’s indignant.

“How long have you been taking care of yourself?” I ask instead of answering her question.

Her eyebrows bunch as she considers. “That’s a weird question.”

“Did you have to grow up quickly because you were a middle child in a large family, slightly overlooked, a bit shy, reclusive, and left to your own devices more often than not? As a child, were you packing your own lunches, organizing your own school things, and in high school were you babysittingfor extra spending money so you weren’t a burden on your parents?”

She stays silent, her eyes growing wide, so I know I’ve nailed the conclusions I’ve drawn from the little she’s told me about her family and upbringing.

“I bet you worked through college, too. Where’d you go?”

“NYU,” she answers sulkily, guarding her answers as usual, but she relaxes against me a bit, and I take that as a win.

“New York would suit you with that attitude. No wonder,” I tell her, nuzzling her cheek as I chuckle. She ducks her head but doesn’t pull away, and she crosses her arms over mine where they rest around her middle. I open my fingers and lace ours together. Surprisingly, she lets me. “What did you do for work in New York?” I ask quietly, bringing my face next to hers as she relaxes further into my body.

“I did a bunch of things,” she replies, sounding introspective.

She curls her legs up into my lap and I tuck an arm under them to support her. She’s so little and adorable, I just want to keep her here forever.

“I wrote for the school paper, took food service jobs, interned atThe New York Times. I even worked at an investment firm as an admin for a summer.”

“See, I knew you were a hustler and likely haven’t had anyone take care of you for a long time. Let me. Allowing someone else to take care of you and remove that burden from your shoulders, even for a little while, doesn’t undermine your independence or say anything bad about your ability to do it yourself.”

“Is that another one of yourthings?” she asks quietly, turning her head, which is now fully resting against my shoulder.

I can’t fight the urge and place a lingering kiss against herforehead because it’sright there. She doesn’t pull away from my kiss, and her eyes are soft when she opens them and meets mine.

“Yes, baby. I want to take care of you. Make you feel good. Find what works for you. Explore anything you like and do that for you. I hate seeing you deny yourself the things you want. It drives me fucking crazy knowing I could give you everything so easily. Let me be what you need.”

“You don’t have to do that. There’s no one here to put on a show for. Isn’t the point of all this to prove to Harlowe that you don’t need her to set you up with her friends? It’s not about what I need or want. I’m here filling a role as a favor, which is fine.”

I can feel the tension in Ainsley’s body despite her relaxed posture.

I consider my words before replying. “That might’ve been what got us here in the first place, but why shouldn’t we get something out of the charade that’s beneficial? I want to take care of you, and you have needs that should be explored. I can be a safe way for you to do that. Completely outside of our arrangement, of course. This has no bearing on what we’ve agreed to do in public for my image as a perpetual bachelor. Though it could lend credibility to the story of me being in a committed relationship if we look sexually satisfied.”

She stiffens in my arms. “You’re saying we could have sex and it wouldn’t be real or mean anything, but it wouldn’t be for our fake relationship? Why even do it, then? Why not just keep it off the table completely and not complicate the situation any more than it needs to be?”

“I didn’t say it wouldn’t be real.”Fuck, how I want it to be real.She’d go running if she knew that, though. I try a different tactic. “How wet do you get when I call you my pretty littlecumslut?” I ask, voice low and commanding.

I feel the change in her posture immediately. She goes soft and attentive, her face turning toward mine, eyes wide, lips parted, back arching as her ass grinds into my lap unconsciously.

“W-wet,” she says haltingly, her cheeks growing pink either from embarrassment or desire.

“I bet if I slipped my fingers up your skirt, I’d find my sweet cockwhore’s panties soaked for Daddy, wouldn’t I?”

She subtly parts her legs in invitation, and I take it, sliding a palm between her knees and up to the apex of her thighs, where I feel her hot and wet for me, just as expected. I groan as I stroke the tips of my fingers under the edge of her lace panties and she lets out a breathy sigh.

“Oh, God,” she says quietly, turning her face into my neck, her whole body shaking from that one light touch. Fuck, she’s more responsive than I could have imagined. I haven’t even brushed her clit or sunk a finger inside of her and she’s already trembling. I reluctantly remove my hand from her thighs.

“Tonight, it’s Daddy. Now eyes on me.”

I taste her on my fingertips while I wait for her to turn hazy eyes to mine. She’s sweet, as expected, and it makes my cock harden, digging into her ass where she’s still curled on my lap. I want to bury my face between her thighs and feast on her while she eats her dinner.

“You could get off just from my voice and the filthy words I say because I want you to. Isn’t that right, Princess? Now taste yourself and suck.”

I move my hand to her mouth and push two fingers with her arousal coating them across her parted lips and she sucks them in, swirling her tongue around. She keeps her eyes on mine as I press them farther into her mouthand test her abilities. She may be confused about her reactions to what she wants, but she has no problem acting on them in the moment, and she can deepthroat my fingers just fine. I push until she gags, eyes watering, before I pull my fingers out.

“The next time I tell you to suck, you’ll be on your knees, begging for my cock and I’ll be watching your pretty pink lips suck me off.” I brush my thumb along her cheek and smile at her. “You took it well. You’re so fucking perfect, Princess. Such a good little slut. And that’s why we’re going to explore this together.”

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