Page 41 of Between Desire and Denial
She chuckled. “You don’t want to own me for long, Dimitri. Just for now. This once. I think you’ll probably only want this tonight…” I opened my mouth to stop her, but she kept going. “Just like I only want this one more time too.”
Damn, that hit my ego where it hurt.
“You were so good last time,” she praised. I could see how her body was almost arching toward me, and I believed she meant what she was saying. “But I still want to see other men. You will too. You can’t possibly be satiated with just this when you’ve been out there conquering the world. And I want to see what else I can feel when…” Her words drifted off and a blush touched her cheeks.
“When what?” I asked as I pumped my cock. She had fantasies, and I wanted to hear them.
“I don’t know.” She shook her pretty curls in front of her face before murmuring, “When I do different things like we did in the office. When I thought someone might walk in, I liked it. So, I’m going to pursue it more with other people. And you can too.”
“Are you setting boundaries with me, Olive?” I asked and immediately felt myself wanting to push at them. “Are you saying I should see other women? Because I won’t.”
“I think it’s best.”
“I won’t argue with you about it now.” Instead, I’d nudge her in the right direction over time, make her see that I could give her all she wanted. I’d fuck her in an office or on a damn rooftop for all I cared as long as I got to keep her as mine. “Right now, you get what you want. So, what do you want from me? Tell me.”
“Well, I…” She shifted in the bathtub and her hand finally came up to twist the little flower in her hair. She did it whenshe was nervous and embarrassed. And I loved seeing how she blushed along with it.
“Don’t get shy on me now. Tell me.”
“I want to see how you want me. I…” Her eyes dragged over my cock as she hesitated. “I’m not used to seeing a man show me that.”
She hadn’t been spoiled with attention, hadn’t been given the reinforcement she deserved from her prior lover. I had an urge to change that. “You know every man would want that?” I motioned over her body. “But are you going to show me how you want me too?”
I wasn’t sure she’d rise to the challenge, but her little body rolled in my bathtub as her tits emerged from the water while she moaned my name softly. Then, she held my gaze with no shame and only desire in her eyes as she sat up and went to the edge. Lifting herself, she perched on the side and spread her legs. Water droplets and bubbles slid down her tan skin as she dragged her hands up her thighs. “I already came, Dimitri. Maybe I’m done.”
“You already know how many times I can get you there in one night. You’re not done. Roll your fingers over your clit.”
She did as she was told but pleaded with me too. “Show me.”
“You want to see what you do to me?”
She bit her lip but didn’t look me directly in the eyes as she nodded fast. I shouldn’t have cared, but it wasn’t enough. Even though this was only supposed to be relief for both of us, I wanted her begging only for me. “Look at me, honey.” Her eyes caught mine. “Say it out loud. And say my name, Olive. I’m the man you’re begging tonight.”
“Please. I want to see your cock, Dimitri. I want to see how I make you feel.”
“That’s right. I like that mouth saying every filthy thing to me.” I pulled my cock out and walked toward her. I pumpedit slowly, biding my time. I wanted to have her all night again, to show her that she wanted it too. She’d talked about being discreet with another man just before this bath of hers, and it’d made me see a color I wasn’t used to.
Red.
Maybe even darker than red. Black.
I’d wanted to fuck her on that table right then and tell her there was going to be nothing discreet about our relationship.
When I stood on the other side of the bathtub, directly in front of her, I commanded, “Get on your knees in the water.”
She didn’t even hesitate. I caught the smile on her face and how she rushed to do as I told her. The way she wanted to experience everything sexually so quickly had me thinking of all the things I could do to her. “Want to taste me?”
“Yes,” she said, her eyes locked on me and her lips so close that I felt my dick swell in my hand.
“Open your mouth, then. You get me fucking those pink lips for one second.”
I threaded my hands through her hair, and she put one on my hip to anchor herself but one was still between her legs. Then she took me back in her throat, farther than I expected.
“Greedy fucking girl.” And that was the problem. Olive Monroe was greedy and desired almost everything I shouldn’t be giving her.
Her eyes drifted shut as her head bobbed over my rock-hard dick. I gripped her hair hard, pushing her further onto me than I should. I wanted her lips only around my dick, her moan only humming over my skin. I had to make her see that she wanted the same.
“Do I taste good?”
