10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Jarrett

T he rented cabin was kitted out with food and essentials for us before we arrived. I paid the landlord a little extra to make sure they got everything on my list, including the strawberries and squirty cream for after dinner tonight—well, if I'm being technical, then it's whipped cream here in the US, but squirty sounds so much better. Turns out, that was a great decision on my part, especially considering who I managed to snag at the auction.

She's still sleeping up in the bedroom, her face relaxed and serene after fucking all night. It was fucking glorious. Switching on the kettle I asked the landlord to ensure was here, I take a moment to collect my thoughts.

This weekend is about getting her out of my system, because inevitably, she's going to die at the hands of The Firm. Her pussy may feel like velvet, but it's not the only pussy in the world.

It's been less than five hours since I last slid inside her, though, and I'm more addicted than ever. She intrigues the shit out of me. The way she sasses me makes my dick twitch and my palm tingle with the need to punish her before making her feel so damn good she gets cum-drunk.

The kettle makes a noise to indicate the water is boiling and I pour some into my mug with the teabag, allowing it to steep for a couple of minutes before adding a splash of milk. With that finished, I pour Ophelia a filtered coffee that has been brewing, because I know she has an addiction of her own…to coffee. No milk, no sugar, because she's sweet enough.

After setting the mugs on the small round table next to the kitchen area, I go about starting the pancakes. Another of her favorites. It's clear she was on my mind when I created my shopping list and I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Movement from the bedroom catches my attention. That must mean she's awake. I don't care that I wasn't there to see the moment her eyes opened, because that would be fucking dangerous.

Bare feet pad down the wooden stairs, and when I see her, I can't contain my low growl. I try to adjust my dick in the boxers I'm wearing but there's no hope of it ever being soft again. Not with her around.

No, she won't always be around.

Taking a deep breath, I plaster on a seductive grin. "Did you bring any of your own clothes, Kitten?" Her cheeks heat and I notice a slight pause in her step before she throws a seductive grin right back at me.

"Why bother when I'll be out of them for most of the weekend anyway?" Sitting herself at the table, she leans back in the chair and crosses one leg over the other.

The reminder that she had every intention of spending this weekend with someone else isn't one I want to dwell on. But realistically, I wanna fucking kill anyone who so much as fantasizes about her. It's not where I want to be mentally, but here we fucking are.

"Or are you wearing my shirt again because you can't get enough of me?" I plate up the pancakes, chuckling when she huffs. It's cute as fuck when she's mad.

Last night, she was mad because my cute little kitten with huge claws is jealous. She hates the idea that I could have been with someone else this weekend as much as I do. A smarter man would make something of that shit, maybe nip it in the bud now, but I can't do that. I won't do that.

Not yet.

Setting the now-full plates on the table, I notice Ophelia eyeing up the coffee I've prepared, but she doesn't make a move to touch it.

"The coffee is yours, sweetheart, drink up." I hold back my remarks about knowing how much she loves the black liquid because I'm not a fucking amateur.

"What if I wanted tea instead?"

That sass is going to earn her a red arse before long.

"Do you want tea?" I sit down opposite her, lifting my own mug and sipping at the hot liquid.

She sighs. "No." The roll of her eyes makes me smirk. She's fucking cute when she's being bratty.

"Then drink the coffee before it gets cold." Picking up a fork from the center of the table, I carve out a sliver of pancake and eat it, enjoying the fluffy goodness. One thing I can get behind with living in the USA is pancakes for breakfast. The whole time, our eyes are connected, challenging, while we each wait for the other to break first.

It won't be me.

"I like cold coffee." She raises her brows and folds her arms beneath her glorious tits, pushing them up so her cleavage is pronounced.

"Have it cold then, Kitten. Do you like cold pancakes too?" I think the Kitten pet name is the one that's going to stick, it fits her personally to a T .

"No. I don't like pancakes."

She's a fucking liar. I've seen her eat them for breakfast on more than one occasion. I know she's got her secrets, most of which I'm already privy to, but outright lying like this is something I won't tolerate.

Carefully placing my fork on my plate, I slowly scrape my chair back, away from the table. The echo of wood on wood ricochets through the cabin and Ophelia's eyes widen. I stand and stalk toward her, eliminating the short distance between us, and she remains seated, her mouth a hard line, her jaw tense, and her eyes blazing, indignant, but I can see the flicker of excitement pass over her features.

Without giving her time to even think about what's happening, I grip her throat, encouraging her to stand.

"If you're going to be a brat, I'll treat you like a brat." Lifting her so she's tiptoeing to reach my level, I slam my mouth against hers with a bruising passion, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth before pulling back. "On your knees."

There's a brief moment where she appears to think about her decision, but ultimately, she makes the right one and lowers herself to the floor.

"Open your mouth." The glare she gives me at my command just reminds me how fucking hard I already am. My dick has been standing to attention since the moment she descended the stairs in my shirt, and her attitude has only made it harder.

Doing as requested, she opens her mouth. She's trying to look pissed off about it, but I see right through her fa?ade. She fucking loves it.

I push down my boxers, palming my dick and tugging on it before gripping her messy bed-hair at the back of her head and slamming into her mouth. Tears pool in the corners of her eyes as I hit the back of her throat, and the growl that escapes me is completely involuntary, but it seems to spur her on.

Lifting a hand, she grips my balls and rolls them through her palm while I fuck her face. The way her tongue moves against my shaft as she sucks and licks just tells me that she's enjoying this as much as I am.

Rather than decorating her beautiful face, this time, I'm giving her no choice but to swallow.

My body tenses up and I piston in and out of her mouth. Then, without warning, I let loose. With one final thrust, I still, allowing my cum to slide down her throat. She gags a little, but takes it like the good girl I know she can be, swallowing it down and sucking me clean as I pull out.

This isn't her only punishment for her bratty attitude though. This is just the beginning of a glorious morning I plan to have with my toy for the weekend.

Leaning down, I hook a finger beneath her chin and tilt her head up, wiping up a little of my cum that's dribbling from the corner of her mouth with my thumb and pushing it back inside.

"That was your appetizer, Ophelia." Leaving her on her knees for a moment, I take my time heading back toward my chair and sit down. Then I pat my thigh. "Come and sit down."

She moves to sit in her original seat, but no.

"Nah-uh. On my lap."

Sighing heavily, she obeys, and it's only now I'm realizing that she has no underwear on. Her bare pussy is against my bare thigh and my dick doesn't seem to get the message that this is not the time.

I need to make her eat real food first to keep her energy levels up.

"It's Sunny, by the way." She's sitting across my lap, slightly turned toward the table, and all the eye contact from earlier has disappeared.

"Yeah, you said. I still won't be using it." For a start, it's what that fucking prick, Logan, calls her. I don't want her thinking of him while my dick's inside her. Or ever, really.

Picking up my fork, I cut off another piece of pancake before bringing it up to her lips.

"Open."

At first, she scowls, but the rumbling from her stomach gives her away and I don't even try to hide my smirk.

Without a word, she opens her mouth, and I push the bite-sized piece of pancake inside.

Her reaction is one I think I'll remember for a long time. It's one of pure contentment, followed by a delicious moan when I lift the coffee cup for her and she takes a sip.

Halfway through both the pancake and the coffee, she shifts a little on my lap and really looks at me, curiosity having replaced her ire from before.

So she's not a morning person until she's had food and coffee. I can deal with that.

"Why were you at the auction?" She tilts her head in question.

"The company I work for thought I deserved a treat. And so did I." Shrugging, I feed her some more, enjoying the way her cheeks move as she chews.

"Okay, so you're not exactly bad to look at. Why pay for something you could have for free?" She has a lot of questions all of a sudden.

"The auction is no strings attached and the merchandise is always quality."

She stiffens, but it quickly dissipates when I begin rubbing slow circles into the bottom of her back.

"What about you? Why did you decide to sell yourself for the weekend? I get the impression you don't need the money." I know she doesn't.

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" She's actively avoiding the main question, but whatever.

"The Jimmy Choos sitting by the bottom of the stairs say that, Kitten." Grinning, I encourage her to take the last bite of pancake, which she does.

"You've called me that a few times now, why?" she asks once she's finished chewing.

"Is that really what you wanna know?" Sliding my palm from her back, around to her thigh, I push between her legs and encourage her to spread them.

"Oh, God." Her head falls back the moment my fingers connect with her clit, putting pressure against it as I quickly rub back and forth. She moans as I slide two fingers into her pussy, hooking them and tapping the spot inside her that can make her squirt.

Then, I stop and slap her thigh, rubbing her juices across her skin as I squeeze.

"Why did you stop?" Her pupils are blown, she's in full ecstasy mode, and this is just the start of her punishment.

"We should clear the breakfast dishes away." I wink and carefully lift her off my knee, standing her up before picking up the now-empty plates and taking them to the sink.

"We?" She stays standing beside the table, a hand on her hip, which lifts my shirt and gives me a few extra inches of visible skin.

"Yes. We." I leave no room for an argument, no need for explanations either as I move to grip her hips and lead her to the sink. Standing behind her, I turn on the tap, or faucet seeing as I'm in the US, and begin filling the sink with warm water and soap.

"You know this isn't a two-person job, right?" She looks over her shoulder at me, defiance in every syllable.

"But if I was on my own, I wouldn't be able to do this." I bite down on one of her traps, the perfect spot between her neck and her shoulder, over the shirt, at the same time as pushing two fingers into her already wet pussy, and she gasps.

The sound is fucking addictive, but she needs to earn more…I stop, now stroking my damp fingers over her mound and lower stomach. My cock is pushing into her back, but there was never a way I'd be able to deny what she does to me.

"Why do you keep stopping?" She arches her back, pressing her arse into my crotch. She knows what she's fucking doing.

"Because we need to clean up first." I begin slowly trailing my lips across her jaw, slipping the shirt aside a little to give me access to the skin on her neck and shoulder.

"That doesn't feel like cleaning up to me." Her voice is almost a purr.

"You wash, I'll play." Putting pressure against her clit again, I grind into her arse, eliciting another one of her gorgeous gasps.

"I don't think I ca—" She squeals when I push my fingers inside her again, roughly thrusting them in and out, then hooking them and pressing that sweet spot. She tilts her head back, resting it against my chest, giving me full access to her beautiful long neck.

I bite and lick away the pain again, then pull my fingers out of her pussy and bring them to her mouth.

Growling in frustration, she nips my fingers while she sucks them clean.

"Make me come, please." She turns to face me after a deep breath to steady herself, the lust in her eyes giving her away. She may be on edge, ready to burst at any moment, but she fucking loves it.

"After." Turning her back to face the sink, I link my fingers over and through hers and we pick up the first plate.

The whole time we spend washing dishes, I'm gently grinding into her from behind, and every now and then, I make sure to remind her pussy that I'm here by pushing my fingers inside.

The last dirty dish is now clean and we empty the sink of water together, our hands still joined.

"Now can you make me come, God dammit, Rhett? My pussy is fucking throbbing. It hurts. Please."

Ophelia begging me to make her come is being secured safely in my spank bank material.

"Oh, Kitten." I kiss the side of her neck, pushing her against the now-empty sink, and slide my hands up her arms to her biceps then across to her perfect tits.

I pinch her nipples, pulling at them through the shirt, and again, she begins to relax back into me, her moans music to my fucking ears.

Then I stop again, ready to play this game with her all day. She'll soon learn not to be a total brat. Well…hopefully not, because she's so much fun to play with.

"Oh, you know what? Fuck this." Ophelia spins to face me once more, then presses her palms against my bare chest and pushes me backward. Right before she tries to take matters into her own hands, leaping up onto the kitchen work surface.

Spreading her legs open wide, she pushes her fingers into her pretty pink pussy and oh, no…this is not okay. I narrow my eyes at her, pushing every ounce of dominance I possess into my growl.

"Oh, Ophelia. You don't know what you've just done."