Page 48 of Tempting Kat
“Please, Conrad,” I beg, all pride forgotten. “I need to cum. Please let me cum.”
“Oh, now the brat wants to cum?” His fingers slide further, finding the soaked fabric covering my pussy. “After all that attitude?”
“Yes,” I moan, pushing back against his hand.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough and commanding. “First, we need to renegotiate our arrangement.”
I try to wriggle off his lap, but his hand presses firmly against my lower back, keeping me pinned across his thighs. “What fucking arrangement?”
“The one we made on Infinity.” His fingers trace lazy swirls over my panty-covered pussy, the barely there touch making me squirm. “I'm not satisfied with the terms anymore.”
“Are you seriously trying to have a business discussion while I'm bent over your knee?” I gasp as his finger applies the slightest pressure against my clit through the soaked fabric.
“I find it's the best way to ensure your full attention,” he says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “No more Infinity for you. I want you off the app completely.”
“What? Why?” I try to twist around to look at him, but he holds me firmly in place.
“Because I don't want you even thinking about taking another job.” His finger slides along my slit, gathering mywetness through my panties. “I want all of your time when you're not working.”
“I have other commitments,” I protest weakly, my hips betraying me as they push back against his hand. “My graphic design?—”
“That's your business,” he interrupts, his finger circling my entrance through the thin cotton. “You'll keep that. Build it up. Make it successful. I respect your hustle. I'll help you if needed.”
“And the bar?” I ask, my voice embarrassingly breathy as he continues his torturous teasing.
“Work there if you want. More shifts if you want. Or don't work there at all.” He pulls the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my dripping pussy to the cool air. “That's your choice.”
Holy fuck. What is this man doing to me? His finger traces my bare slit now, gathering my slick but never dipping inside where I desperately need him. And why do I fucking like it so much? Why does being at his mercy make me wetter than I've ever been in my life?
“I expect our agreement to continue for six months,” he continues, his voice businesslike even as his finger teases my entrance. “We can renegotiate at any time if there's a valid reason.”
“Six months?” I repeat, my brain struggling to process his words through the haze of arousal.
“Yes,” he confirms, applying just enough pressure to my clit to make me gasp. “And about that gloryhole downstairs...”
“What about it?” I pant, trying to push back against his hand for more pressure.
“It's far too public for me. I don't want anyone fucking seeing you like that. Not coming or going from that room.” His finger slides up to touch my clit again, making my thighs tremble. “I'll have to make a private one. Or more than one. For us to use when we see fit.”
“Fine! Yes! Six months! Just fuck me already!” I'm so desperate I can barely think straight. I'll agree to anything if it means getting some relief for the throbbing between my legs. My pride crumbles under the weight of my need.
“Say it again,” he demands, his finger still tracing maddening circles around my entrance. “Tell me you agree to all my terms.”
“I agree! No more Infinity, six months with you, private gloryholes, whatever the fuck you want!” My voice breaks as I press back against his hand, desperate for more contact. “Just please make me cum before I lose my fucking mind!”
“That's all I needed to hear,” Conrad says, and finally—fucking finally—he slides two thick fingers into my soaking center.
“Oh god,” I moan, my back arching as he fills me. His fingers are so much bigger than mine, stretching me in the most delicious way as he pumps them in and out.
“Look how easily you take my fingers,” he growls, adding a third that makes me gasp. “Your greedy little cunt was made for me.”
My ass is still stinging from his spanking, adding another layer to the pleasure as he finger-fucks me relentlessly. His thumb finds my clit, circling it again, and I'm already teetering on the edge.
“You going to cum for me, Katarina?” Conrad's voice is rough with desire. “Going to soak my hand?”
“Yes, yes, please don't stop,” I beg, all my attitude gone as I chase my release. I'm grinding shamelessly against his hand, my hips moving in time with his thrusts.
“That's it,” he encourages, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “Let go for me.”
