19. Cock-warming

She tastes like sugar and sin. I reach around and grab her ass, anchoring her to me, grinding against her like a horny teenager. Whenever I’m around her, I feel like this—desperate, dirty.

With an alarmed look in her beautiful eyes, she says, “Wait, you said this would never happen again.”

“Fuck that. I was a fool. I need this, I need you. We’ll talk to Mark when you’re ready. Please, Evelyn. Give me your body, your submission.”

“You’re not going to turn into an asshole as soon as you get off?”

“No. I’m done with that.”

She surges forward again, locking her mouth on mine, and I suck her tongue greedily, then delve into her mouth to taste more of her. Whimpering, she rubs against me.

I will give her a proper apology when this is over. She’ll never have to doubt me again. But right now, she’s rubbing and grinding against me and making the sweetest little sounds. I have to fix this problem first by giving her satisfaction—then I’ll work at making things right between us.

“Needy little thing,” I say. “Let’s take off these shorts and panties. Living room. Let’s go.”

I take her hand and lead her there, anticipation keeping me hard, making it difficult to walk. I sit down on the couch and lower my fly, pushing down my pants and boxers enough to free my cock. Evelyn stands before me, her eyes tracking the movement of my hand as I slowly jack myself.

“Get naked and sit down, little girl. I want that sweet cunt to warm Daddy’s cock.”

Her cheeks flush and she lifts off her shirt. She unfastens her lacy lavender bra, exposing those gorgeous breasts to my gaze. Her shorts and panties come down next.

“Beautiful,” I say. “Now get up here, straddle my lap.”

She’s quick to obey. She looks like she’s going to sink right down onto my cock, but I stop her.

“Let me check if you’re ready,” I say, sliding my fingers over her soft pussy lips.

With a little moan, she pushes against me, like she’d take my fingers into her.

“Wait, Trouble. You aren’t wet enough yet.”

“I actually like that,” she whispers, blushing.

I give her a questioning look.

“I like it when I’m only a little wet and then you have to force it in.”

Fuck, that’s kinda hot. Kinky girl. Was she made for me? I love that blush she’s wearing, and I want to see it darken. “Force what in, little girl?”

“Your big cock, Daddy.”

“Okay.” I nod, then kiss her nose. “You tell me if I hurt you, darling, and we can slow down.”

She nods and lowers herself over my lap. I hold the base of my cock as she sinks down, her tight heat enveloping my crown. It’s hard going in, but the way she’s shifting her hips back and forth, struggling to take me in, drives me wild. Her little whimpers of pleasure are even better.

“You’re okay?” I ask, just to make sure those aren’t whimpers of pain.

“Yes, Daddy.” Her eyes open and she stares directly into mine.

Leaning forward, I kiss each of her nipples, then the key lying on its chain above her breasts. Next, I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck gently.

“Daddy, yes, yes, yes,” she says.

I lift my hips slightly, tiny thrusts in and out to build more lubrication for her, and then I’m in.

Evelyn moans in satisfaction.

“Feels good?” I ask, pulling away from her breasts.

“Yes.” She nods for emphasis, then tries to lift off my lap.

I hold her hips in place. “I don’t think you understood my instruction, little girl. You’re going to warm Daddy’s cock.”

“Isn’t it warm now?” Her brow wrinkles in confusion.

“Yep. And we’re just going to sit like this for a little while so I can hold you. That’s what cock-warming is, Trouble.”

“Oh.” She tries to rock her hips, but again, I hold her still. “I don’t know if I like this.”

I kiss her soft lips before pulling back. “It’ll be worth it in the end. And it makes Daddy feel good. You want that, don’t you?”

She has to think about it before she says, “Yes, Daddy.”

Adorable.

This is actually torture for both of us, but her eagerness and frustration make it worthwhile for me. And the giant orgasm she gets in the end will make it worthwhile for her.

“So, tell me about your day,” I say as I trace the key on her chest. “What was your errand?”

She gives me an incredulous look, like are you for real right now? before saying, “Wedding dress shopping with my mom and Chloe.”

I flex inside of her as a reward, and her eyes flutter shut before opening again.

“Did you try on any dresses?” I ask.

“No.” She laughs. “Today was all about Chloe.”

I get the sense that most days are all about Chloe, so I decide to drop the subject—she’s probably tired of talking about and thinking about Chloe.

I run my hands over her hips, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. “Did your friends have fun when they came over?”

“Yeah.” She nods. Taking advantage of my roving hands, she tries to rock up and down on me again.

I spank her ass cheek with one hand.

“Ow!” she yelps and glares at me. “Why did you spank me?”

“You know you’re supposed to keep still,” I say. “That’s your only job right now—holding still so you can warm my cock.”

A soft buzzing sound comes from my pocket—my phone. If it’s Mark, I’ll have to ignore it. But it could be a work call. My pants are bunched around my hips so it takes me a minute to fish out my phone. Once it’s in my hand, I see Caleb’s name on the screen.

As I move to swipe the screen to answer, Evelyn gasps. “You’re not seriously going to answer your phone right now, are you?”

“Yeah,” I say, sliding my finger across the glass. “It’s important. Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing much. I’m at the build, checking email. A couple of potential clients have been referred to us, and I wanted to go over it with you. Do you have a minute?”

“No,” Evelyn says, obviously listening in.

“Yeah,” I say as I tap the button for speaker-phone. “I’ll put you on speaker, I’m here with Evelyn.”

“She seems to think you’re busy,” he says.

“Eh, not really,” I tell him.

Evelyn’s look of sheer outrage is priceless.

“Okay,” he says slowly. From the tone of his voice, I think he’s guessed what I’m doing. Or at least he’s guessed it could be something filthy. “So the first client is VertaCorp. The second is Berrington—it’s a law firm in Texas.”

I skim my hands over Evelyn’s breasts—the lightest touch, enjoying the way her hardened nipples feel against my calluses. Evelyn’s breath hitches, but she keeps quiet.

“I’ve heard of VertaCorp,” I say, my attention only half on the conversation because I’m utterly entranced by the woman on my lap. Her outrage makes this whole scene even sweeter. “Is that the grocery chain?”

“Yeah,” Caleb says. “Both sound like big jobs. VertaCorp wants to remodel some rundown building in San Esteban’s Bellefleur district to combat poverty and food insecurity. Their budget will be harder to work with, but not gonna lie, I like their goals.”

“I do, too.” I squeeze one pretty nipple.

Evelyn whimpers.

“Quiet,” I say to her. “Daddy’s on a business call. Don’t make a sound.”

“Thought so,” Caleb mutters, but he sounds pleased.

“And then what’s the deal with the law firm?” I ask.

“They’re growing, they need a new office. Fantastic budget, stress-free project. They want to fly us out tomorrow.”

“Where are they located?”

“Texas.”

“Oh, right, you said that already. Sorry, I’m distracted.” I pinch Evelyn’s other nipple, and when she’s quiet, I reward her by grabbing her hips and sliding her up and down over my dick a couple of times. She braces her knees on either side of me and tries to continue the motion, but I shake my head and hold her down again.

She’s breathing hard, her chest heaving. “Please?” she mouths. “Pretty please?”

Oh, how I love to see her beg.

“James,” Caleb says in a disapproving tone, “are you fucking that little girl right now?”

“No,” Evelyn says before I can answer. “He won’t fucking move and I’m just impaled here and it’s driving me crazy?—”

I clap a hand over her mouth and say to Caleb, “I have to take care of an issue. Let’s talk in person when you get home.”

“I’m already in the car,” he says. “I’ll be there soon.”

Asshole probably started driving as soon as he figured out I was messing around with Evelyn. I end the call and give Evelyn my sternest look.

“What did I tell you about Daddy’s business call?”

Her chin juts out. “It must have been something about how it was another way you could torment me, but I was a little distracted so I’m not sure.”

“Oh, Trouble.” I shake my head in disappointment. “I told you to be quiet, remember?”

She shakes her head. “Nope.”

“There’s a consequence to not listening, Evelyn.”

She shrugs one shoulder, looking bratty as ever.

“Up you go.” I lift her up, off of my dick.

“Daddy, please.” She nearly sobs with relief at the friction.

Not gonna lie, the movement feels good to me, too. I want to immediately thrust back into that slick heat. But she’s earned herself a punishment.

There’s an ottoman in front of one of the comfortable chairs, and I nudge her toward it.

“Hands flat, ass out,” I say.

“What are you going to do?” She looks over her shoulder at me as she gets into position.

“What do you think?”

“Are you…going to spank me?”

“Yes, you naughty little girl.” I grin, letting some of my sadism shine through. “I’m going to spank you. And it’s going to hurt.”

Her eyes widen in fear. Not so bratty now, is she.

Leaning forward so my mouth is next to her ear, I say, “You’re in charge, Evelyn. The minute you say red, it’s over. But if you’re begging me to stop, I won’t listen. Understand? Does this work for you?”

“I understand,” she says.

“And just so you know, I want to hear you beg.”

I stand up straight and adjust her stance, pulling her hips back and widening her legs so she won’t topple over.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, running a hand down her spine to rest on her plump bottom.

There, I pause. I inhale, exhale, appreciate the scene before me. The slope of her back, her shoulder blades, the flare of her hips, the glint of her key necklace as it dangles down, the curtain of her blond hair falling around her face.

Evelyn shifts her weight from foot to foot, impatient. “Well? Are you going to spank me, or what?”

My little brat.

“I’ll spank you when I’m good and ready, Evelyn.” I smooth my hands over her skin again. Softly, softly. Reaching around, I cup her breasts, enjoying the weight of them as they hang forward. Her nipples are so fucking sensitive, I get to hear the hitch of her breath every time I brush my fingertips against them.

I run my hands over her back once more, getting her nice and comfortable. She soon relaxes into my touch, her body swaying slightly. I don’t think she’s even aware that she’s following my movements and rhythm.

And that’s when I strike.