Page 42 of French Martini

“Are you being a brat, kitten?”

He scoffs, attacking my mouth as best he can without using his arms. He has no idea how hard this is for me, but this isn’t about my pleasure. It’s all about his.

I break the kiss and suck on his neck, holding his chin. “I’d love to mark up all this flawless skin of yours with love bruises. You’d hate it though.” I focus on his face. “Would you hate it?”

Lowen swallows hard but his cheeks flush a beautiful shade of deep pink. “I’m not in charge, am I?”

Tilting my head, I search his eyes for the true meaning behind his words. I think he’d tell me if he really didn’t want something, but how can I be sure? “Maybe we should’ve had a safeword before we started.”

“It’s not too late. Red is stop, green is go.”

“Perfect.” I grip his chin again, turning his head to expose his neck, and then I dive in, sucking his soft flesh into my mouth.

“Greeeennn,” he moans. “Oh fuck, green.”

Such a simple, innocent word destroys my restraint, and I suck harder until I’m positive from the metallic taste on my tongue that I’ve left my mark. Then I move on, covering his neck and collarbone, aware of how he rubs his hard, sticky cock on my stomach while I make sure everyone who sees him tomorrow will know he was worked over.

“I can’t wait for the day you ask me to fuck you,” I whisper as I nibble his earlobe. “It’s gonna feel so amazing to be inside you, Low.”

He moans, then exhales sharply.

“You want to feel my thick, pierced cock in that sweet little hole of yours, kitten? You know I’m gonna make you ask for it so I know for sure you want me as much as I want you.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, bucking his hips. “This is torture.”

“Uh-huh, baby, this is pleasure. More than you can stand.”

I kiss my way down his body and swallow his cock again, moaning around his length as his sweet, salty taste explodes on my tongue. I bring him to the edge again, then move up to gaze down at his face.

He narrows his eyes, looking like the spicy kitten he is. “I’ll give you anything you want if you let me come.”

I tickle his balls. “Anything?”

He nods, his jaw set. “Anything.”

“Hmm.” I grind my cock against his as I hover over him. “I have an idea, but I’ll ask for it later. As long as you promise that when I ask, I can have it.”

“That’s ambiguous.”

“You said anything.” I bend down and briefly kiss him, smiling as he lifts his head to chase the kiss. “What if I promise it won’t embarrass you and it’ll be fun? I’d never do anything you wouldn’t like.”

“When will I find out what it is?”

“When I’m ready,” I say. The scowl on his face is comical. “That’s part of the fun.”

“If I agree, you’ll end this torture?”

“Yep.”

“Fine. I agree. Just please, let me come.”

“Say my name, kitten. Ask me to let you come.”

His lips part as a sweet whimper escapes and he nods. “Please, Oakley. Please let me come.”

“I’d love to.”

I tear at the delicate lace of his panties, ripping them off as he gasps, then I dive in, sucking his cock with everything I’ve got until he’s writhing and crying out my name, chanting “please” over and over until he stiffens and clamps his thighs around my head.

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