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"I want you," she says. Gripping the side of her thong, I tear the fabric in two. "What are you doing?"
"I want to rip these the hell off you," I say, doing the same with the other side. "What do you want me to do? For a girl who's so fucking mouthy all the time, you're awful quiet now. "
"I want you to –" She clears her throat. "I want you to lick me. "
I touch my tongue to her pussy, tasting the sweetness of her juices. She's practically dripping, and she moans the second I touch her. "Like this?"
"I want you to do what you did before," she says. "Make me come on your face. " I slide my fingers inside her, cover her clit with my mouth, sucking it in as I listen to her breath become shorter.
"Keep talking," I say. "Tell me what else. "
"Oh, fuck, Gaige," she says, her breath shorter. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me when I come. "
Hearing those words come out of oh-so-professional Delaney's mouth nearly does me in. My cock is throbbing against the fabric of my pants. But I stand, my fingers still inside her, and kiss her hard on the mouth. When I pull back, she gasps for breath and I withdraw my fingers, sliding them over her bottom lip, coating it with her wetness. "Tell me you're mine," I demand.
"I'm yours. " She whispers it. She's so far gone now she'll say anything I want her to say.
"Good. I'm glad to hear it. I'm leaving now," I tell her.
"What?" Her eyes fly open, and she looks at me in disbelief. "What do you mean, you're leaving?"
Leaning in close to her, I whisper. "It's your father's party," I say. "We need to get ready. And you need to learn a lesson in making me wait. "
"So that's…it?"
"Darlin', I'm just getting started," I say. "What you wear tonight, you wear for me. No panties, no bra. And no touching yourself between now and the party. Do you understand?"
Delaney raises her eyebrows. "So, you're going to just issue orders and expect me to fall in line, then?"
I lean in close to her. "I'll know if you touch yourself," I say, reaching between her legs to stroke her clit one last time before I leave. She clutches my arms as I roll my finger in circles. "And not only am I going to issue orders and anticipate that you'll follow them, I'm going to expect you to be dripping when you do. "
"Kombanwa," I say, bowing as I speak my greeting, good evening, in Japanese. "Hajimemashite. Watashi no namae wa Delaney Marlowe desu. " I introduce myself in Japanese, already rusty after not speaking it since I've been in Texas.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Marlowe. " Akira Ito is young, probably late twenties, and looks like a Japanese film star. No one told me that. How do I say I thought you were an old man, in Japanese? He's covering my hand with his and looking me in the eye, apparently not content with just a Japanese greeting. "You speak Japanese with ease. Tell me you didn't just learn an introduction for us. "
My father walks up beside me, claps his hand on my shoulder, and Akira drops my hand. "Delaney was an Asian Studies major in college," he says. "She's been studying Japanese for years. "
"I'm thrilled to be helping with Gaige's tour," I say. "And I'm very much looking forward to visiting Japan. " Mentally, I'm only partially here. I haven't seen Gaige all night, not since what happened earlier in my bedroom. As soon as he left, I slid my fingers between my legs and made myself come. It was impossible to wait after what he'd done to me, how close he'd brought me to the edge and then stopped. Touching myself did nothing to satisfy me, though, and the aching between my legs tonight is a constant reminder of where I want Gaige to be.
My father's voice jerks me out of my daydream. "Isn't that right, Delaney?" he's asking.
I nod. "Yes, of course. " I have no idea what I've just agreed to.
"Then I will look forward to giving you a personal tour when you're there," Akira says, before he walks away.
A personal tour? How much of the conversation did I miss?
My father turns to me. "Nice job," he says. "Akira Ito seems impressed with your Japanese. "