Page 6 of Trick Me, Treat Me
I leaned back, arm draped across the couch, and studied her. The dress she’d worn was bad as fuck, lace framed her curves. Her perfume was faint but sweet, mixed with the cocoa butter she slicked on her skin. I couldn’t wait to devour her in due time. My hunger stirred, and my smirk cut across my face.
“You don’t sleep without a toy within reach,” I said. “You like control, but not too much. You’ll hold the wand to yourself, keep your legs tight, fight it until your body begs you to let go. Then you finish quickly, angry at yourself for needing it, but needing it again and again. It’s been so long since you’ve had some real dick bless that pussy.”
Her glass froze halfway to her mouth. Her lashes fluttered once, her throat working as she swallowed. “You don’t know me like that,” she said, voice softer.
I dragged my drink, never breaking eye contact. “Don’t I?”
She shifted in her seat, set her glass down, and tried to laugh it off. “Okay, you’re a little creepy.”
“Or... I’m just right,” I countered. The silence stretched, heavy and charged. She tucked one leg beneath her, tried to get comfortable, but her eyes never left mine. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. I leaned forward, my stare sinking into her. “Play with your pussy for me.”
Her laugh snapped out, sharp and nervous. “What? You’re crazy.”
“I’ll up the bands.” My tone didn’t shift. Serious. Flat. Her smile faltered. She searched my face like she was trying to find a crack, but there wasn’t one. I lifted my glass, nodded at hers. “Finish it.”
Her hand moved slowly, fingers curling around the stem. She never broke my gaze as she tilted the drink back, throat working with each swallow, glass clinking empty when she set it down.
Good girl.The beast inside me clawed at my ribs, restless, hungry, knowing what came next. “Now,” I said, voice low enough to vibrate between us, “Take that dress and thong off and do it slowly. I wanna see that pretty pussy I already know is dripping.”
Her breath caught, but she didn’t move. I smirked, leaning back, spreading smoke through the air. My eyes glowed faintly in the firelight, fangs catching as I spoke.
“You think I don’t know? You’re soaked, Spirit. I can smell it.”
Her chest rose, her lips parted, and I watched the shiver ripple through her as my words settled. And I smirked again, because she was right where I wanted her.
Spirit
T h i sm u t h a f u c k ai sc r a z y.
That was all I could think as I sat there, heart pounding in my chest while his words hung in the air like smoke. Crazy. Wild. Unhinged. But fine as hell. And the more I stared at him, the more dangerous that fine got.
He didn’t blink when he told me to strip. Didn’t flinch when I laughed it off. He just sat there, calm as stone, smoke curling from his blunt, his eyes locked on me like he had already seen me naked a thousand times before. And then he said it. That I was dripping. That he could smell me.
My thighs pressed together on instinct, heat already blooming there. My body betrayed me, because he wasn’t lying.Just being near him had me restless, hungry, needy in a way I didn’t want to admit. Hallow’s energy crawled under my skin, made me tingle in places I usually kept on lock.
I told myself I wasn’t doing this. That it was too crazy, too risky. But then I thought about the money in that velvet box. More than I’d touched at one time in my life. And… was offering to up the bands like it was nothing. And honestly? I needed to cum anyway. Sitting this close to him, smelling his cologne, watching the blunt between his tattooed fingers, hearing that deep voice command me like I already belonged to him… yeah, I needed it.
So I decided.
Slowly, I stood, never breaking eye contact. My fingers slid under the straps of the black lace dress, tugging them down one by one. His smirk stretched wider, flashing gold and fangs.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low, smooth as he switched over to the couch across from me. “Take your time.”
The dress and thong peeled away from my skin, falling in pieces until I stood bare in front of him, heels still on, anklet gleaming in the firelight. My nipples hardened instantly in the cool air, my thighs slick already, and his eyes dragged over me like hands.
“Perfect,” he said, dragging on the blunt, exhaling smoke slowly. “Just like I knew you’d be.”
I sank back onto the couch, the leather cool under my skin. My legs pressed tight together at first, instinct fighting command. His gaze sharpened, and my breath caught.
“Spread ‘em,” he said softly. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”
My fingers trembled, but I obeyed. Slowly, I parted my thighs, exposing the wet heat glistening between them. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring like he was inhaling me from across the space.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice deep enough to vibrate through me. “You’re shining for me already. Touch her.”
My hand slid down, fingertips grazing my slit. A shiver rippled through me at the contact. I closed my eyes for a second, embarrassed, overwhelmed, but his voice snapped me back.
“Look at me.” My eyes flew open, locking on his. His stare was unrelenting, glowing faintly, slit and sharp, making me feel like prey and a prize all at once. “That’s better,” he said. “Keep those eyes on me. Don’t you dare look away.”
