You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 86

I glanced up at the naked woman in my kitchen before shooting Eric a text.

"Make a research on her. How soon can you get it done?"

"A week, tops. Should be less if she isn't someone that hides from the web."

Easing back in my seat, I let my gaze wander on Rali.

I was also interested in finding her family. Well, majorly because she was and it mattered to her. Heck, it was the reason she was here with me.

But who said she needed to know I was making progress?

Another text came in from Katya. This one was disappointing:

"The therapist doesn't have a recording."

Well...shit.

I was really hoping I'd get to see that one.

After a century that should've been enough to make a complete meal, Rali finally finished with my tea and bread toast. Honestly, I was starting to think she'd surprise me with a whole roasted chicken and freshly brewed wine.

She slammed the tray down in front of me with a tightness in her jaw that could cut glass.

My eyes fell on her breasts which bounced on her chest when she dropped the tray. Said eyes dragged down with zero shame, landing right between her thighs where a clean patch of untouched heaven teased me.

Her arousal was hard to miss. That inviting smell of jasmine flower tingled my senses and made me want to eat it right up. I wanted to feel the stickiness on her thighs from her arousal.

"Can I get my key now?" Her tone came out honed to a razor's edge.

I dragged my touring eyes back to her face which was flamed red. "It's my key, not yours. And you'll get it—" I took the steaming mug. "—when you're done with your role."

Her brows furrowed before her lips parted to speak.

"You're smart, Rali. I just told you you're not done." I flicked my gaze from the collar to her lips. It reminded her to shut the fuck up.

Her eyes dropped to the floor, too ashamed to hold my gaze.

Her eyes were right where her knees were supposed to be.

"In ancient times," I took a sip from the mug. Hm. At least, Rali could make a cup of tea. "slaves entertain their masters when they eat. You'll do the same."

I read the 'what the fuck do you mean' question in her eyes. So, I helped her.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock," a smile. "while I have breakfast."

She grew tense in a split second. Her lips opened and closed repeatedly, a mental war taking place between speaking out and respecting the damn leash. Well, she'll be damned if she didn't do the latter.

I brought the mug to my lips, completely entertained by her frustration. I imagined the thousands of words hanging behind those lips. Fuck, it was a whole new feeling to watch Rali's stubborn mouth unable to produce any words.

"If you're sucking my cock, you do it now, Rali."

Frustration swelled in her eyes. With a huff, she finally dropped to her knees.

I couldn't help my cocky smile as I took another sip from my mug. My legs were wide open for her, yet she knelt there like she was at an alter she'd rather not be at.

"You know what to do, Green. Only dogs are given that much details," I kept it going with the very words I knew would eat her up.

Her cheeks reddened from a mix of shame and rage. But her pretty mouth stayed shut.

Good.

I noticed her fingers shake as they came to my waistband, searching for something that was already hard enough to be seen. Anticipation coursed through my blood, and that divine moment when her hand wrapped around my cock... FUCK! I felt my blood run faster.

I managed to gulp my reaction with another sip of tea. She took my hard cock out of my pants and just ... stayed there.

I trained my eyes on her face. Rali didn't just look angry. She was fucking nervous. So nervous her fingers were shaking slightly around my cock. I wonder if she noticed.

"See the top right there?" The tip was glistening with pre-cum. "Kiss it."

She shot me a stare but eventually, her pride bent. Her lips lowered. If I had a camera, I'd capture the moment her full lips met the crown of my cock.

"My balls." I tipped my head like I was pointing out a missing garnish. "They're feeling neglected."

Surprise flickered in her eyes that came up to meet mine. What, she couldn't believe I was having tea while she took the devil down her throat?

"Use your hand, Green. Work it like a slut."

Her eyes dropped as her hand obeyed. It wrapped around the base, stroking what her poor lips couldn't handle.

I took another sip. And Christ, that sip? It was the most expensive tea on the planet, brewed in the heat of her mouth. If cafés started selling this combo, Starbucks would self-destruct in protest.

Too bad the world will never know what I was talking about. They'll write books about pleasure and never know they missed the real thing.

She sucked me with diligence, leaving me soaked and throbbing for more.

My eyes trailed to her knees pressed together on the floor. My poor Rali must still think this was just about sucking cock.

"Your pussy's getting jealous, isn't she? Watching us play and aching to be used."

She stilled.

"I may not be a good man, but when it comes to sex, I'm a generous god."

She pulled back and blinked up at me, her eyes confused and wet.

I dropped my cup on the counter as anticipation coursed through my veins. To have Rali Hayes at my mercy like this felt like pulling the stars from the sky and daring them to burn for me alone.

"Let me see your hand, baby."

Her eyes held uncertainty, but she gave her right hand up, placing it in mine.

I only had interest in two fingers—her pointer and middle. I brought them to my lips, never breaking eye contact, and watched the way her chest stilled and her breath tangled in her throat.

Then I sucked the fingers in, letting my tongue swirl around them like they were dipped in nectar. Like they were already soaked in her.

Her throat bobbed with a swallow so thick I could practically feel it in mine. A smile danced in my cold eyes as I pulled the fingers out.

"I want to see them go inside your pussy," I murmured into her ear. "Fuck it like you know I would."