Kitten | 18+ {to be edited}

Forty-nine

"Okay, I'll stop."

I took my hands off of her but continued to be seated at the edge of the cushion. She shook her head to herself and went back to ignoring me. When five minutes had passed, my patience had run out. I stood up and her head snapped to me. When I took a step closer she frowned.

"What are you doing?" She asked, not receiving an answer.

I leaned down and moved one hand to the backrest behind her head. My gaze followed my left hand that brushed against the outside of her breast. Her lips parted to let out short breaths of air. I was absolutely obsessed with watching her become a hot mess for me.

She tilted her head to meet my eyes. "James, seriously, I have to look through this," she stated, referring to the bundle of paper in her hands.

I didn't listen to what she said. Instead I began kissing her bare neck. She tilted her head to the side, but still wouldn't give in.

All of a sudden I felt a hard object pressing against my chest and I pulled my head back to see what she was holding. I chuckled to myself when I saw the gun I had given to her, which she now used to threaten me with. I looked back at her face. She had a cheeky smirk on her lips.

"Look at you being a daring little brat." I grinned back, hovering right above her lips.

"If you can't respect my demands then this is what you get." She said lowly.

"So that's what this is about? Respect?" I cocked a brow.

She nodded, our lips grazing over one another. Before she could react I had snatched the gun from her grip and had it pressed under her jaw, forcing her head to tilt up. She let out a surprised gasp.

"You see, Ava," I sighed, looking down at her. "If you wanted me to fuck you while pointing a gun against your head you could have just said so."

Her lips parted when my free hand tugged the edge of her dress up to gather by her waist. My dick was hard as a fucking rock at the moment. Just watching her lose all control was such pleasure for me.

"Do you want that, kitten?" I breathed, pressing the gun harder under her jaw. "Do you want to be fucked with a gun to your head?"

"Yes." She admitted.

The second I got her permission I got up and grabbed her arm to drag her with me. I pushed her towards the table in the dining room, and her chest came in contact with the wooden surface.

I pushed my crotch against her ass and quickly unbuckled my belt and pants. I used the belt to lock her hands together behind her back and then I leaned down to get a hold of her throat where I aimed the gun upwards. Her head was forced to tilt up, but her front was still firmly pressed against the table.

"Care to make it more interesting?" I asked in her ear.

"How?"

I cocked the gun, but moved my finger away from the trigger. We didn't need any mistakes happening, arousing as it was to make it more fun.

"Are you sure?" She asked, a hint of uncertainty in her strained voice.

"Are you backing out?"