I neared her sex and held the blade’s backside firmly against her inner thigh. Leaning into her, I caught a strong whiff of her cum as I opened my mouth and sank my teeth into the tender flesh.
Her toes curled and flexed, and I felt her shudder and shake under me. She was so close to release, and another few bursts of pain or pleasure would probably send her over the edge. I watched as the muscles around her pussy fluttered and flexed, desperate to climax.
But I wasn’t done teasing her, and I wasn’t done hearing those desperate, terrified, needy cries. I licked up her thigh from my bite to the back of her knee, tasting the cum and sweat and the rich taste of her skin, teasing her, begging her to say the words she so desperately wanted to say.I let the tip of the knife scratch her skin lightly, not enough to cut, just enough for her to feel me using it on her.
Another few rounds of this, my arousal steadily grew past the point of being able to clearly form words in my head. I finally heard her surrender and beg for what she wanted.
She knew she would regret it.
She didn’t care.
“Sir, please, let me come. Take them all, and let me come.”
I grinned, and folded the knife back into itself, tucking it back into my pocket. “Little bug wants to come?”
She mumbled an agreement, unable to make coherent words.
“Well. Little bug always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?”
I removed the vibrator from the way it sat against her clit, buzzing softly and ineffectively. Turning it off completely, I pressed the head of the toy into her pussy, and pushed it all the way inside, watching her lips swallow the toy. Then I withdrew the final object I’d selected from my stash.
I’d learned over the years to have a Hitachi available at every given location, should the need arise. Alice cried and squirmed when she saw it, and then screamed when I pressed it against her cute, red little bug of a clit.
I dragged each and every one of those orgasms out of her desperate, quivering body, laughing the whole time.
Chapter 53
The day was bad fromthe beginning. Nothing particularly horrible happened. It was the same shit I always dealt with... but there was something about today that made me want to put my fist through a wall.
Hiring and training was basically done for the new restaurant, which we’d renamedSoul. The staff were doing well, and the grand opening was scheduled for a few weeks away. Most of the servers were at The Regis today, doing a two-day training course. My chefs were hired, the menu was planned, the online marketing campaign that Mister Isaka launched was revving up a tremendous amount of interest, and I had a TV appearance scheduled for a few days from now. Everything was going great.
But I was still in a shit mood.
I’d run out of enough ground coffee to make a full pot this morning, so I made half a pot and left it for Alice, swinging by a local coffee shop on my way to my first appointment. The barista had been rude, disrespectful, and gotten my order wrong, but I was late so I took it anyway. I barely got half of it down before it spilled in my car.
I sat through a four-hour meeting with the team helping me launchSoulwhere nothing was accomplished, and the catering was both late and cold. During lunch I received an email questioning some of my decisions in an unnecessarily aggressive tone.