Page 24 of Once Upon A Sale

Picking up my fork, I cut off another piece of pancake before bringing it up to her lips.

“Open.”

At first, she scowls, but the rumbling from her stomach gives her away and I don’t even try to hide my smirk.

Without a word, she opens her mouth, and I push the bite-sized piece of pancake inside.

Her reaction is one I think I’ll remember for a long time. It’s one of pure contentment, followed by a delicious moan when I lift the coffee cup for her and she takes a sip.

Halfway through both the pancake and the coffee, she shifts a little on my lap and really looks at me, curiosity having replaced her ire from before.

So she’s not a morning person until she’s had food and coffee. I can deal with that.

“Why were you at the auction?” She tilts her head in question.

“The company I work for thought I deserved a treat. And so did I.” Shrugging, I feed her some more, enjoying the way her cheeks move as she chews.

“Okay, so you’re not exactly bad to look at. Why pay for something you could have for free?” She has a lot of questions all of a sudden.

“The auction is no strings attached and the merchandise is always quality.”

She stiffens, but it quickly dissipates when I begin rubbing slow circles into the bottom of her back.

“What about you? Why did you decide to sell yourself for the weekend? I get the impression you don’t need the money.” I know she doesn’t.

“Oh yeah? What makes you say that?” She’s actively avoiding the main question, but whatever.

“The Jimmy Choos sitting by the bottom of the stairs say that, Kitten.” Grinning, I encourage her to take the last bite of pancake, which she does.

“You’ve called me that a few times now, why?” she asks once she’s finished chewing.

“Is that really what you wanna know?” Sliding my palm from her back, around to her thigh, I push between her legs and encourage her to spread them.

“Oh, God.” Her head falls back the moment my fingers connect with her clit, putting pressure against it as I quickly rub back and forth. She moans as I slide two fingers into her pussy, hooking them and tapping the spot inside her that can make her squirt.

Then, I stop and slap her thigh, rubbing her juices across her skin as I squeeze.

“Why did you stop?” Her pupils are blown, she’s in full ecstasy mode, and this is just the start of her punishment.

“We should clear the breakfast dishes away.” I wink and carefully lift her off my knee, standing her up before picking up the now-empty plates and taking them to the sink.

“We?” She stays standing beside the table, a hand on her hip, which lifts my shirt and gives me a few extra inches of visible skin.

“Yes. We.” I leave no room for an argument, no need for explanations either as I move to grip her hips and lead her to the sink. Standing behind her, I turn on the tap, or faucet seeing as I’m in the US, and begin filling the sink with warm water and soap.

“You know this isn’t a two-person job, right?” She looks over her shoulder at me, defiance in every syllable.

“But if I was on my own, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” I bite down on one of her traps, the perfect spot between her neck and her shoulder, over the shirt, at the same time as pushing two fingers into her already wet pussy, and she gasps.

The sound is fucking addictive, but she needs to earn more…I stop, now stroking my damp fingers over her mound and lower stomach. My cock is pushing into her back, but there was never a way I’d be able to deny what she does to me.

“Why do you keep stopping?” She arches her back, pressing her arse into my crotch. She knows what she’s fucking doing.

“Because we need to clean up first.” I begin slowly trailing my lips across her jaw, slipping the shirt aside a little to give me access to the skin on her neck and shoulder.

“That doesn’t feel like cleaning up to me.” Her voice is almost a purr.

“You wash, I’ll play.” Putting pressure against her clit again, I grind into her arse, eliciting another one of her gorgeous gasps.

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