Chapter 3

ROXETTE

"W-what are you doing…?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

His thumb traced over my lower lip, just a ghost of a touch.

"Testing," he murmured, barely above a whisper. "Seeing how far you’ll let this go."

He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Roxette. With me… with your innocence… with the boundaries of what’s acceptable."

His hand slid down to my neck, fingers curling lightly around my throat. Not squeezing, just possessive. Claiming.

"Do you even know what you’re getting into?" he asked, pulling back slightly to look at me. 

His eyes were intense, unreadable, scanning me like he could see every secret hiding inside me.

The air between us was thick with tension, charged with something I couldn’t name. His body was so close that I could feel the heat radiating off him, the raw power coiled in his muscles.

"Tell me to stop," he said softly. "Tell me this is wrong."

But his grip on my throat didn’t loosen. He waited, watching me, eyes locked on mine.

I opened my mouth, then closed it again, no words coming out. I swallowed hard, feeling the wetness in my underwear soaking through.

A small, knowing smile curved his lips as he watched me struggle for words. He felt my pulse quicken beneath his thumb, and saw the flush spreading across my cheeks.

"You're not telling me to stop," he murmured, low and rough. His grip tightened slightly—not painfully, just enough to remind me of his strength.

His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer until every inch of him pressed against me. I could feel the hardness in his pants, the planes of his chest and abdomen, every taut muscle.

"Your body is telling me something else entirely," he whispered, nipping my earlobe. "It’s telling me you want this. Want me."

"I-I…" I stammered, words failing me. I couldn’t process what was happening, but I could feel it—the ache, the heat, the need. Was it the chocolates? Or just… sex? I didn’t know. "I… I feel… uncomfortable down there," I admitted, my pants suddenly tight and suffocating.

His gaze flicked to my lap, a flash of understanding crossing his face. "Uncomfortable," he repeated softly. "Is that what you’re calling it?"

His hand slid from my throat to my chest, palm pressing over my racing heart. "Your body is betraying you, Roxette. It’s telling me a different story."

He leaned closer, lips brushing mine as he spoke. "It’s telling me you’re aroused. Excited. Desperate for more."

His other hand moved to the button of my pants, hovering teasingly. "Should I stop?" he asked, husky with desire. "Or should I give you what your body is clearly craving?"

I bit my lower lip, looking up at him. "Nnnghh… I-I… I’ve never felt this wet… it’s the chocolate… right?" My voice faltered, more like a question than a statement.

He chuckled softly, the vibration against my lips sending shivers down my spine. "The chocolate," he repeated, amused and skeptical. "Is that what you’re telling yourself?"

His hand pressed harder against my chest, feeling my heart hammer beneath his palm. "Your heart is racing, Roxette. Your pupils are dilated. I can smell your arousal from here."

He leaned close, inhaling near my neck. "It’s not the chocolate," he murmured. "It’s me."

His fingers popped the button of my pants with ease, sliding inside, brushing against the wet fabric of my underwear. "Tell me to stop," he said again, eyes locked on mine. "Tell me you don’t want this."

"Hmm!" I closed my eyes instantly, feeling sensitive and aroused. Aroused. Yes.. maybe this is it. "p-please.." my hips bucked forward seeking friction

His lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he feels my hips buck against his hand. "Please what, Roxette?" he asks, his voice a low purr. "Please stop? Or please continue?"

He slides his fingers beneath the fabric of my underwear, touching me directly for the first time. I'm wet, soaking through the thin material. He spreads my folds, feeling my heat and arousal.

"Your body is begging for more," he murmurs, circling my clit with a teasing touch. "It's telling me exactly what it needs."

He leans in, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. "Say it," he demands softly. "Tell me what you want."

His fingers continue their slow torture, building the tension inside me without giving me the release I crave. He's in control, and he knows it.

"Ahh! Aah! Y-yes! Oh!" I muffled my cries with my hand, desperate to contain the pleasure even though no one was home.

He watched me intently, darkening eyes filled with desire as he listened to my muffled moans. "That’s it," he encouraged, his fingers moving faster. "Let it out. I want to hear you."

His lips brushed my ear. "No one’s here but me. I want to hear every gasp, every moan, every plea that falls from your lips."

His thumb pressed against my clit, circling firmly as his fingers delved inside me. Slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of my hips.

"You're so tight," he murmured, hot breath against my skin. "So wet… ready for me."

He curled his fingers, hitting the spot that made my toes curl and my back arch.

"Come for me, Roxette," he demanded, voice low, commanding.

"Ahh!" I cried out, my free hand flying to clutch his, trying to push him away—but my hips bucked forward, craving more. "Mr. Callahan! Ahh!"

He smirked at my reaction. "Mr. Callahan?" he chuckled, low and dark. "I think we’re past formalities, don’t you?"

He leaned closer, lips brushing my neck. "Say my name," he demanded softly. "Say… Chandler."

My wetness is dripping freely now. The thought of saying his name.. makes me feel hot in my core.

I parted my lips to whisper it but no words came out. Instead I felt my walls about to explode.

His thumb pressed harder against my clit, circling faster as his fingers pumped inside me. I tightened around him, body tensing as the edge approached.

"That’s it," he murmured, husky. "Come for me, Roxette. Shatter in my arms."

He captured my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries as he pushed me over the edge.

My eyes widened as he kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. "Hnngghhh!!" My eyes rolled back as a release exploded from my pussy. My other hand dug into his muscled shoulder, claws sinking into the fabric of his polo.

He groaned against my lips, feeling my nails dig in. The slight pain only fueled him. He kissed me deeper, stroking me through my orgasm.

His fingers slowed as I came down, gentling their movements. He pulled back slightly, forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath.

"That’s it," he murmured, low and satisfied. "You’re beautiful when you come apart."

He slid his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. His eyes never left mine as he did, watching my reaction.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he whispered. 

I gasped. How can he eat that!

He leaned closer, lips brushing mine again. "We’re not done yet," he murmured. "Not by a long shot."

"Hmmm!" Tears welled in my eyes. "It feels so good… I’ve never… felt this way… please… I need more…"

I clutched his collar desperately. "Can you be my daddy tonight and fuck me like I’m your good girl?"