“Okay, noted. Either way, I can’t say the same for myself. I know myself. After being hurt by Ca—my last boyfriend—I don’t want to go mistaking lust for something else. I like to feel wanted, I want to feel wanted, and I’m flattered someone like you could ever want me. However, I also know how easily it would be for me to misinterpret the relationship.”
I have to think carefully of what to say. A large part of me wants to point out that not all men are pieces of shit like my brother, but on the other hand, a large number of men are exactly like my brother. There’s definitely a line of women who could say harsh things about me if they wanted to. Not because I cheated, I’ve never been in an established relationship for that to happen, but many have faulted me for taking what I want from them and leaving them. I’ve always been up front. I’d never care about them the way they desired. But in the end, if I didn’t give them what they wanted—a relationship—then I was the bad guy. No matter how many warnings I could give.
“Are you just going to sit and brood and not tell me what you’re thinking?”
“You know, I find myself being more upfront with you more than anyone else,” I point out, meaning every word.
“I don’t believe you.”
I hold her eye contact, running my thumb over my lip. “Then I guess I need to do a better job of proving that to you then, don’t I?”
She looks stunned, clearly not expecting that to be my answer. I use her silence to my advantage. Leaning forward, I grab one of the legs of her barstool and drag it closer to me. Her hands find the armrests to help steady herself. I pull her closer until our knees bump against one another. “Here’s the deal, Margo. I’m attracted to you. I’d planned on going forward with our deal either way, but I’m going to be honest when I say the fact that there’s clearly chemistry between us is an added bonus. We both have needs, and while we agreed those needs won’t be taken care of by other people, it’s only logical we can use each other instead. But I’d never force myself on you, and I’m not going to beg for you to admit what I know is happening between us. So, if you say you don’t want to kiss me again or do far more fun things, then that’s your decision.” I give her one last tug, pulling her body so it sits between my knees. The inside of my thighs press against the outside of hers, her knees dangerously close to my cock.
“But the moment you realize that it’s useless to fight the tension between us, I will have you spread open on every fucking surface of this penthouse. I’ll prove to you just how much you deserve to be worshiped. You’ll find out very quickly how exquisite it’d be if not everything in this agreement was fake.”
Her tongue peeks out to eagerly wet her lips, a dead giveaway of how my words affect her. She wants that same thing I do. In fact, I bet her pussy is soaked right now as she envisions herself wet and needy for me in various spots of this home. Fuck, I’m hard just imagining it. I’d love to have her bent over this island, have her screaming in pleasure as I prove to her how much of a tragedy it’d be for us to deny the attraction between us.
I reach across the small space between us, running my thumb over the spot she just coated on her lip. There’s nothing more I want at the moment than to lean in and taste her again. I want to taste, test, tease her, find out how long it’d take for her to moan in ecstasy against my lips.
I have so many plans for her. So much I want to do, but I’m not doing any of it until she’s done living in denial.
“I’ll play by your rules. I’m not going to kiss you again. I’m not going to do anything until you’re on your knees begging for it, and even then, I might deny you the way you’re denying yourself right now. But know that one day you won’t be able to deny this any longer. Your pussy will be so swollen and soaked for me that you’ll be desperate for me to worship that little cunt of yours the way it deserves. I might give in at the moment, but I shouldn’t. I should make you wait the way you’ve made me wait just because you feel like downplaying the chemistry between us instead of recognizing it for what it is. Whatever happens, when I finally bury my cock inside you, which we both know will happen, I’m going to take out my frustration on you and you’re going to eagerly—greedily—take every moment of it.”
If I pushed hard enough, I think I could change everything and have that moment be right now by the hungry look in her eyes. Her breaths are quick, her nipples hard underneath the fabric. She’s horny, completely turned on by my words.
“Unless,” I say under my breath, staring at her lips.
“Unless?”
“Unless right here and now you tell me you want it. If you tell me to fuck the terms right now, I’ll do everything I’ve mentioned and more. I’ll make you feel so good you won’t remember every other pathetic man you’ve been with before who thought they knew how to satisfy a woman. I’ll make you come and come again until you’re exhausted for your first day tomorrow. I’m giving you this one opportunity where I’ll forget how damn angry you’ve made me by saying that this is fake. Take it, and you’ll be coming in two minutes, mark my words. Leave it, and you’re going to have to beg when you finally admit to yourself how bad you want it.”
“I can’t.”
I click my tongue, shaking my head in disappointment. “What a shame. I was so fucking ready to bury my face in that sweet pussy of yours.”
I get up, grabbing both our plates and putting them in the sink for the house cleaners to take care of tomorrow.
My cock fights my briefs, wanting to do everything I just said to Margo. I ignore it, no matter how much it pains me. I’m angry she’s fighting this, but it doesn’t change things for me. Every single one of my words are true.
I’m going to have Margo, but not until she’s a good little girl begging on her knees for me.
A hand plays with the waistband of my PJ pants. I lean into it, trying to turn my body to give the hand more access as I wake up from a deep slumber.
“God, you’re so wet for me,” a recognizable voice says from behind me. I grind my hips against Beck’s obvious erection.
“Touch me,” I plead, trying to line my core up with his fingers. It’s no use, he taunts me, softly running his fingers over the sensitive flesh right above where I want him most. My hips rock back and forth as I desperately seek the friction I need.
“You’ll have to beg for it,” Beck’s deep gravelly voice says against my ear. He bites at the spot behind my ear, sending shivers all the way down my body.
“Beck,” I moan, rocking back and forth so much, frustrated that I don’t feel his fingers against the throbbing spot between my thighs. “Beck, please.”
Cold air hits my entire body, making my eyes fly open. I look around me, realizing that I was dreaming—and the person in my wet dream is staring back at me with a triumphant look on his face.
Beck looks delicious this morning, standing in front of me in a black tuxedo that is tailored perfectly to his body. He wears a black shirt underneath, and he’s paired it with a black tie. All of the black matches the darkness in his eyes.