Page 17 of Feast

“I know,” he said with palpable satisfaction. “Now shut your mouth while I look at your cunt.”

She let out a high, frustrated whine, but since she did it through tightly closed lips, he decided to give her credit for following the letter of the order and let it go.

Then true to his word, he aimed his gaze at her pussy.

With her legs spread wide, there was no part of her he couldn’t see. From the dark, unruly curls decorating her mound to the tightly puckered ring of her asshole, every square inch of her was laid out for his viewing pleasure.

If he had any doubts about her level of arousal, the sight before him would’ve eased them. She was pink and swollen, her plump outer labia peeled back to reveal the deep pink of her inner lips. Her clit poked out at the top of her slit, the firm little nub clearly visible through the whisps of pubic hair, and down below the soft, tender opening, a pink so deep it was nearly red, beckoned like a siren’s song.

She gleamed with wet, and he could’ve sworn he saw that delicate opening pulse.

Enthralled, he looked up into her sweaty face. “Did you just come?”

She shook her head. “No, that was a twitch.”

“A twitch?” he repeated, curious. “What’s a twitch?”

“A thing that my pussy does when I’m horny,” she replied, and he nearly grinned at the frustration in her voice.

“Are you horny?” he asked with mock shock. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“I hate you,” she declared.

“I won’t take that personally,” he assured her.

“A lot.”

“You know, except for your mouth, you’re being very good,” he observed, and she was. She hadn’t moved so much as an inch—aside from the pussy twitch—since he’d told her to be still. “If I gag you, maybe you’ll behave well enough to get fucked before morning.”

She looked so furiously appalled he was tempted to try it, but he was starting to feel a sense of urgency himself. He’d been hard as a rock since she’d called him Daddy, and everything she’d done since had only made him want her more.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have a gag,” he went on. He’d brought a suit but no tie, and while he’d be happy to use her own panties, that would mean freeing them—and her—from her jeans, and he wasn’t quite ready to let her up.

The horrified light in her eyes shifted to one of calculation just before she dropped her gaze to his crotch. “Yes, you do,” she said and licked her lips.

The surge of lust didn’t take him by surprise, but the intensity of it did. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to bury his dick to the balls in her pretty mouth, to fuck her throat until her eyes were streaming and her throat was convulsing, and he wondered if she’d put on some more mascara for him before he did.

She must have seen something in his expression because she started to lever herself up, the eager delight brightening her face that changed to confusion when he planted a hand between her breasts and pushed her firmly back.

“What are you doing?” she asked, resisting his strength for a moment before easing back on the mattress.

“Next round you can choke on my dick,” he promised.

The flush on her cheeks deepened and she took a long, shuddering breath. “Promise?”

“If you’re a good girl,” he said and planted his hands on the inside of her thighs again.

“Define ‘good’,” she asked, wariness darkening her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” he said, and let the grin he’d been holding in all night loose. Her eyes widened slightly, a hint of trepidation easing in alongside the eager arousal, and he felt a dark, primitive thrill. “I’ll let you know if you step out of line.”

“Yay,” she said with faint sarcasm, then shrieked when he pinched her clit.

He held it gently, applying just enough pressure to keep his grip when her hips jerked in reaction. When she was still again—which only took a few seconds,verygood girl—he slowly, carefully, increased the pressure.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” she chanted, her breath coming in fast and her thighs quivering. He watched her face carefully, watching for signs of real discomfort. When her muscles went from tense to rigid and the pleasure on her face turned to distress, he stopped.

There, he thought and made a mental note of just how hard he could pinch her clit before real pain clicked in.