The Lies In The Love

Chapter Ten -You Will Take It Like A Good Girl

Callan

It is hard! So damn hard! She doesn’t even need to tease to make it hard for me. Her sitting next to me, looking sexy in that dress, is enough to make it difficult. I can’t show it, though I am keeping it together; easier said than done. The woman drives me crazy without even trying.

She is sipping her wine and watching the movie I put on. I focus my attention on her while she is occupied. She is the perfect mix of sexy and beautiful. I dance my eyes over the curves of her hips and onto her thigh. She has her legs crossed, which has caused the dress to ride up, showing more skin. I lick my lips. I need to stop from pouncing on her.

I watch her lips curl into a smirk. She can sense me staring. I quickly stop and act like I am watching the movie, even though it is the last thing on my mind. Danielle slowly turns her head to look at me.

“Were you enjoying the view?” she smirks.

I turn back to face her, “I don’t know what you mean,” I reply and shrug it off.

She reaches over and places her hand on my thigh, “Bullshit, but okay.”

She laughs and pulls her hand away. She suddenly stands from the sofa.

“Where are you going?”

She doesn’t answer. She switches the movie off and puts some music on. I have no idea what song she has put on, but it draws my attention because Danielle begins to dance to the rhythm of the music. She sways her hips sexily, her fingers in her hair. She stares straight at me as she dances, a sexy smile on her lips. I shift in my seat. I know what she is trying to do, but I can’t take my eyes off her.

Danielle comes closer and takes her place right in front of me. She tugs her lower lip between her teeth and puts on a show. I grip onto the sofa to stop from reaching out for her. I refuse to break and give in to her. I have more self-control than that.

“I know what you are up to, sweetness. It isn’t going to work.” I breathe out.

“I don’t know what you mean. I am only dancing, nothing more.” She replies sweetly.

“You know exactly what you are doing. Don’t try to play innocent with me. You aren’t going to win this battle.”

A devilish look takes over her face. One which makes me worry. She has an idea. She places her fingers on the zipper of her dress and slowly drags it down, “Are you sure about that?”

“Positive.”

My reply is strained. She pulls it all the way down and slowly slides the dress from her body, and it puddles around her feet. She steps out of it and kicks it aside. I groan when I see her in her sexy little underwear.

No, don’t break, Callan.

I ignore the throbbing of my c**k. Danielle leans forward and rests a hand on each side of my body on the sofa.

“I don’t believe you. You are already close to breaking.”

I shake my head because my voice will betray me if I try to answer with words. She laughs loudly and climbs into my lap, straddling me. She “accidentally” brushes herself against my crotch. I manage to prevent any noises from escaping from my lips.

Danielle dips her head down and kisses my neck. I close my eyes and swallow hard. She sucks on my neck and then sinks her teeth in. I growl and grip her hips tightly.

“Fine, you win,” I whine, defeated.

She snickers and brushes her lips against mine but doesn’t kiss me. She breaks out of my old and jumps to her feet. She picks her dress up from the floor and puts it back on.

“What the f**k?” I protest.

“I just wanted to prove that you would give in first.” She giggles.

“You did! You touched me first.”

It is a pathetic argument, but it is all I have.

“Nah, that isn’t how it works. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Does it look like I want wine?” I huff and cross my arms over my chest.

“You are cute when you are all pouty.” She laughs and disappears into my kitchen to get herself some more wine.

Oh, she is good; I have to give her that. I gather myself and fight the urge to go after her. She is already one up in our little game. I am not going to allow her to be two up. I reach for my scotch and down it.

Danielle returns with her wine and casually sits next to me, acting like nothing happened. She takes a sip, turns the music off and puts another movie on first.

“Are you going to act like you aren’t a little tease?” I ask.

“Shh, I am watching the movie.” She replies.

“Don’t shh me.”

She looks at me, “Or what?” she challenges.

I smirk, “I will gag that pretty little mouth of yours.”

My words piqued her interest, “Mmm, with what?”

“I could think of a few things.”

“Please, do tell? What would you like to gag me with?” she purrs, her hand running up my thigh.

“I think you know.”

She shakes her head, “Nope. You need to tell me. Don’t go all shy on me now. I thought you were a dominant, confident man?”

She is trying to get under my skin, “I will gag you with my c**k, and you will be on your knees, taking it like a good girl and will enjoy every second of it.”

Danielle whimpers, “Is that a promise?”

“Yes.”

She is right, I am a dominant man who likes to be in control and get what I want. I think it is time I remind her of that. Danielle climbs back into my lap. She claims my lips on hers, kissing me roughly. I moan, kissing back. I run my hands down her back and rest them on her ass. I use my hold to move her against me. She whimpers into my lips. My c**k stirs to life again. The kiss becomes heated quickly. Her kiss is as desperate as mine. f**k, I want nothing more than to have her p***y wrapped around me, but I can hold back for now.

I part from the kiss, and we are both breathless from it. Danielle’s cheeks are flushed.

“On your knees, now,” I command.

Excitement fills her lustful eyes, “What is the magic word?”

“Now.”

She raises her brow at me, “Nope, not that one. Ask nicely.”

I groan in frustration, “Please.”

Danielle pats my cheek, “Good boy.”

I slap her ass, “Don’t be a smart ass. You know what to do. I am waiting,” I say firmly.

She doesn’t make me ask again. She removes herself from my lap and drops to her knees before me. I need this so damn badly! I have been craving her, her mouth and p***y, since our night together. I am glad we ran into one another, or we wouldn’t have seen one another again.