Chapter 102: Chapter 102

"Oh God," she croaked when he pushed his fingers in and out of her, "I don't even want you."

To this, he smirked, curled his fingers burrowing in her wetness, and pulled them out slowly, sucking her warm juices into his mouth while maintaining eye contact with her. She tasted like a thousand orgasms and a fucking liar.

"No?" He asked, still holding her gaze.

"No," she whispered looking away.

He jerked her by the back of her neck in one movement and shoved his tongue inside her mouth, forcing her to taste herself.

Their tongues collided and danced, and she drank herself in a loud moan. He pulled away and held her face.

"Your cunt begs to differ," he grabbed an ice cube almost standing up. She protested, grinding her bare pussy into his still clothed cock and making him want to grab her by the hair and fuck her on the floor.

Not yet, soon but not yet.

"More," the pain in her voice made precum gather at his tip.

He shoved the ice cube into her and she shrieked, her entire body coming even more alive on top of his. He clasped her chin between his fingers, guided her back to his mouth, and silenced her with a kiss as he fucked her with the ice cube feeling how it melted inside her sweet, warm folds.

"Such a good girl," his breath was hot against her skin while she relentlessly chased his fingers and ice cube, looking drunk and high.

All he needed to do was touch her clit once and she'd explode like a red button which was exactly why he didn't do it.

"But you'll be dirty for me?" He asked.

She scoffed and his lips twitched at the silent disobedience even when she was being fucked to Oblivion.

He slipped his hand into the bucket again and shoved another ice cube in and she winced arching her back, while she held onto the table as a brace before rubbing her pussy and clit on his clothed abs, wanting a lot more than ice and fingers, inside her.

"Answer me," he growled.

She whimpered, grinding against him again and again, clenching her eyes closed and he could tell she was so close to the brink and just needed more to tip her over.

He added another finger into her needy pussy and curled them, hitting her G-spot. She screamed in shock, her mouth forming a sexy o at the same time his lips moved dangerously close to her ear, "Answer me."

"I'll be dirty for you," she rasped with a cry making him finally put her out of her misery and give her clit some Tlc, rubbing the swollen thing in circles while shoving his tongue into her mouth like he wanted her to choke on it.

"Oh, Jesus," she exclaimed sounding so surprised and that made everything so much hotter.

"Say my name when you come," he hissed not liking Jesus taking the credit for his hard work.

But when his name rolled out of her lips, he groaned and lifted her on the table. He didn't let her come on his fingers. No, he let her come on nothing, empty and deprived, with just a little taste for more.

Still sitting on the chair, he kissed her lips. Her face was rosy and her lips puffy from the abuse he had dealt on her mouth.

He stood up and left the dining room, smiling to himself knowing he had ignited a fire in her for him and it shall burn.

***

Immediately Maya recovered from the high, Xavier had driven her to like some kind of drug, she couldn't help but feel like she had hit a different kind of low.

Although she had been the one on the receiving end of his talented ministration, once again he had given and not taken anything yet it felt like apart from the soreness she felt between her legs, there was another person with the title. She. A sore loser.

She stood up, her eyes closed remembering that she had started this to pay Xavier back yet again she had somehow allowed him to have the upper hand over her yet again.

She sighed as she glanced at the untouched meal, she had spent her time making reminding her that she had not told Xavier, about the ad project which was the main reason why she had even planned this whole charade.

Yet, she had been the one to initiate the diversion, get tables to turn around her. She could tell what he was trying to prove, what he was doing to her. He had said it the night before and now, she knew if she left him, he just might damage her and alter her for any other man after him.

He was proving to her, just how much her body craved him, how easily she could melt yielding to him and she knew that all this was a way of proving yet again that he would always have the upper hand. Always.

She sat up even though she had the unbearable urge to stay on top of the dining table and cry hard for herself, making her pitiful position even more pathetic.

Sliding down the chair, even as she picked her clothes and headed for her room, every step she took, reminded her of the illicit foreplay she had allowed Xavier to use on her.

She was sore but not to the point it was utterly uncomfortable but enough for her to know she wouldn't be sleeping a wink tonight as all her thoughts would be fixated on Xavier and she had a niggling suspicion that was exactly what he wanted.

She lied down on the bed not even bothering to put on clothes, her eyes closed and like a trance, an idea played in her head.

She had to show him she could still hold up her own. She would equalize the game he seems to be playing with her.

She sat up, looking for her personal assistant entry swipe card which she had not returned because of the way she had left the job. Her leaving her job had not been official at first, because it was temporary.

She grinned, this was going to do all the trick.

"Xavier Salvador, just wait for me. You won't know what hits you tomorrow."

And with a wicked naughty gleam in her eyes, she lied down, the card next to her as her mind played in different perfect scenario of her making sure Xavier knew that even though she could live with the thought of knowing how much her body crave his, she would show him she had the same power over his.

"It is go time."