Chapter 241 (R18)
They stepped through the front door of Daphne’s residence, the lock hissing shut behind them with a soft pneumatic click. The foyer was all cool marble and recessed lighting, sterile as one of her labs, but Zaeryn didn’t give the place a second glance.
He walked over to her and his arms slid around her waist before the door even finished sealing. He pulled her back against his chest in one smooth motion, palms splaying over the front of her coat, fingers digging just enough to feel the heat of her through the fabric.
Daphne’s breath caught, then released in a low, amused huff. She didn’t pull away. Instead she tilted her head, violet eyes cutting sideways to meet his over her shoulder. A slow grin curved her mouth, sharp and knowing, the same expression she wore when she caught an elegant flaw in someone else’s data.
"Impatient tonight, are we?" Her voice was dry, clinical almost, but the edge of it had dropped into something huskier. "I thought you would want to have dinner first?"
"That can wait," Zaeryn dipped his head and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck.
Daphne’s hand came up, fingers threading into his hair, not gentle. She gripped and pulled his mouth harder against her throat, a quiet sound escaping her that wasn’t quite a moan, more like approval.
The other hand dropped lower, cupping him through his pants with zero hesitation, thumb stroking the hard ridge she found there. "Couch or bedroom?" She asked caressing him through the fabric, while at the same time she moved her ass to grind against him.
Zaeryn’s breath hitched at her touch, the firm squeeze of her hand sending a jolt straight through him. He thrust his hips forward instinctively, pressing his thickening cock against her palm as she stroked the length of it through his pants. The friction from her ass grinding back against him made his grip tighten on her waist, fingers bunching the fabric of her coat.
The thought of having to move to the bedroom was unbearable in this state and the couch was the closest
"Couch," he growled low against her skin, nipping at the curve of her neck before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hands slid up from her waist, pushing the coat open to cup her breasts over her shirt, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into peaks.
Daphne arched into his touch, her fingers working his zipper down with practiced efficiency. She slipped her hand inside, wrapping around his bare cock and pumping it slowly, feeling it pulse hot and heavy in her grip.
"No," she said, voice low and even, like she was noting an interesting variable. "I want you to fuck me right here. Against the wall."
She released him just long enough to shrug off her coat. It pooled on the marble floor, forgotten.
Zaeryn wasn’t opposed to the idea of doing it here near the entrance. His pulse thundered in his ears as Daphne’s words hung in the air, her hand still warm from gripping his cock.
Daphne felt his cock over her thigh, her legs parting instinctively to hook one thigh over his hip. She yanked at his pants, shoving them down his thighs along with his underwear, freeing his cock to slap heavily against her belly.
He spun her fully around to face him, shoving her back against the cool marble wall. The lights cast sharp shadows over her exposed skin, highlighting the flush creeping up her neck.
His mouth claimed hers, rough and deep, tongue sliding against hers while he ground his hips forward, trapping his leaking cock between their bodies.
She gripped his cock again, stroking firm and steady, thumb smearing the slick bead at the tip while her mouth stayed locked on his.
Zaeryn groaned into the kiss. He shoved her pants and underwear down in one rough tug. She kicked them aside, spreading her stance wider. Her pussy was already wet, lips glistening under the sterile lights, clit swollen and peeking from its hood.
He slid two fingers down her slick slit, dragging through the wetness before pushing inside. She was boiling hot and incredibly tight, her internal muscles clenching instantly around the intrusion.
"Deeper," she ordered. The word was clipped, demanding. She rocked her hips forward, impaling herself further onto his hand.
Zaeryn curled his fingers upward, striking that swollen cluster of nerves deep inside her. At the same time, his thumb found her clit, circling it with a tight, relentless friction. He watched her face, watched the way her mask of cool superiority melted, replaced by something feral and beautifully undone.
Her head fell back against the cool marble with a dull thud. One hand remained anchored to her chest, her fingers twisting the fabric of her shirt to pinch her own nipple hard, a sharp, desperate anchor against the blinding wave of pleasure washing through her.
Her other hand shot down, her fingers locking around Zaeryn’s wrist like a vice.
She wasn’t trying to guide his rhythm or dictate the angle. It was a purely possessive grip, chaining his hand exactly where it was. She was making absolutely certain he wouldn’t dare withdraw a single second before she had wrung every last drop of ecstasy from the moment.
Each drag of his fingers pulled a fresh rush of wetness down his knuckles. The wet, filthy sounds of it filled the room—obscene against the low hum of the house systems.
He added a third finger, stretching her wider, thrusting harder. Daphne’s breath came in short, controlled bursts that broke into something raw. She pinched her nipples even harder, "Don’t stop. Harder—fuck, Zaeryn."
Her pussy fluttered around his fingers, then clamped down tight. She kept her eyes closed in pleasure as her cheeks flushed darker and her lips parted on a sharp inhale. Zaeryn felt the shift—the sudden, rhythmic squeeze, the flood of heat coating his hand. He kept the pace relentless, thumb flicking her clit in quick, firm strokes.
He leaned forward and captured her lips deeply and hungrily as he upped his finger game to a higher level than before, drawing more intense moans from her against his mouth.
He didn’t slow down, and kept down that. Daphne came with a low, guttural sound caught in her throat, no scream, just a broken exhale that turned into a quiet, shuddering groan. Her inner walls pulsed hard around his fingers, milking them in long, powerful waves.
Fresh slick gushed over his hand, dripping down her thigh and onto the marble.
Her thigh trembled against his hip, muscles locking tight as the orgasm rolled through her. She ground down once, twice, riding his fingers through it.
When the final spasm faded, her leg slipped from his hip, her feet settling flat on the floor. She slumped forward, resting her forehead against his jaw. She exhaled slowly, her breathing ragged.
"You’re.... Excellent at this," she murmured. Her voice was wrecked, but the tone was unmistakable, she sounded exactly like she had just successfully concluded an experiment.
Her pussy gave one final, lazy squeeze around his fingers before he finally pulled his hand away.
Daphne exhaled once, then lifted her head. Her violet eyes were still dark with lingering pleasure. "You really do know how to treat a woman now don’t you?" she murmured, going for a deep, sloppy kiss before he could respond.
While locked in the kiss, she slid her hand down his chest and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock again. It jerked in her grip, slick at the tip and painfully hard. She gave him one slow, firm stroke from base to head, thumb pressing just beneath the crown.
The moment Daphne’s fingers wrapped around Zaeryn’s cock, a raw, guttural groan tore from his throat. "F-fuck..."
The sound was thick with need, and it sent a rush of heat straight between her thighs. She loved how he reacted to her touch, how his voice sounded.
She squeezed his hard cock a little tighter and slowly moved her hand up and down the whole length, from the bottom all the way to the swollen tip. As she stroked him, she gave a little twist with her wrist to tease him even more.
He felt incredibly hot and thick in her hand, pulsing and twitching against her palm, the soft skin stretched tight over the hardness underneath.
A bead of precum already glistened at the head, and she licked her lips at the sight.
"Now it’s my turn to play with this," she murmured, voice low and dark with promise.
Zaeryn’s hand slid down and gave her ass a firm squeeze, fingers digging in just enough to make her feel it. With a slow, arrogant smile he said, voice calm but edged with heat, "Go ahead then. Don’t keep me waiting, Doctor."
In one smooth, elegant motion, Daphne sank to her knees on the cool marble floor, her coat pooling forgotten beneath her. The position put her face level with his throbbing cock, so close she could feel the heat radiating off it against her cheek.
Zaeryn’s hand instantly slid into her hair, fingers threading through the soft strands. His grip tightened, not quite pulling, but clearly fighting the urge to guide her mouth exactly where he needed it.
She swiped her thumb over the bead of moisture at the tip, her violet eyes rising to meet his with a cold, predatory command.
"Such a beautiful, responsive specimen," she muttered, voice low and clinical but edged with raw hunger.
She started slowly, licking and swirling her flat tongue straight over the slit, dragging the wetness down the heavy vein underneath. The sudden, shocking heat of her wet muscle sliding against his hyper-sensitive skin sent a jolt straight up Zaeryn’s spine. He locked his jaw, his pulse hammering in his ears.
Then she parted her lips and took him inside. It wasn’t gentle. She swallowed the thick head and just kept going, opening her throat to take his full length in one deliberate, wet slide.
Zaeryn’s breath hitched. The heat inside her mouth was stifling, almost overwhelming. His hand instantly tightened into a fist in her hair, gripping the soft strands like a lifeline as his hips bucked forward on pure, uncontrollable reflex.
Daphne didn’t let him dictate the rhythm. She held him deep against the back of her throat for two agonizing seconds. He could actually feel the pulse of her swallow, the tight ring of her lips clamping down hard at his base.
Then she pulled back, keeping that tight seal, dragging a harsh, scraping vacuum over every inch of his shaft. The wet, hollow pop as she cleared the head echoed loudly in the sterile foyer.
As she prepared to dive back down, Zaeryn’s hand slipped from her hair, his thumb coming down to lightly trace the line of her jaw. The touch was completely at odds with the frantic heat of the moment—gentle, grounding, and intensely intimate.
"You’re incredible," he rasped, his voice rough with mounting pleasure. He let his hand slide to the back of her neck, a warm, supportive weight.
Daphne paused for just a fraction of a second, the praise visibly registering in the sudden darkening of her violet eyes.
She surged forward, opening her throat and swallowing him down to the base in one smooth, aggressive slide.
The sheer fullness of him stretching her mouth drew a low, involuntary sound from deep in her throat, a muffled, vibrating moan. She wasn’t just doing this for him; she was genuinely getting off on the feeling of having him trapped and helpless in her mouth.
The physical sensation of her vocal cords humming directly against his buried shaft nearly broke Zaeryn in half. A fresh jolt of heat spiked straight down his spine.
She established a ruthless pace. Her free hand reached down, cool fingers cupping his heavy balls, pulling the skin taut with a firm grip. That grounding pull only made the relentless friction of her mouth sharper.
She started using her teeth, dragging them lightly just beneath the flared ridge on every upward stroke, a calculated, scraping pressure that stripped away the last of his restraint.
Zaeryn let his head fall back, a rough, broken curse tearing from his throat. His vision blurred at the edges. He couldn’t stop his hips from chasing her mouth, thrusting upward into the brutal suction, completely surrendering his body to her arrogant control.
Her throat convulsed around the head, gagging wetly, but she didn’t pull back, she pushed forward harder, nose grinding into his pelvis, spit bubbling out the corners of her stretched lips and running in thick strings down to his balls.
The sounds were filthy: loud, sloppy glucks and gurgles as she fucked her own face on him, head bobbing fast and sloppy, throat bulging visibly with every thrust.
She pulled off just long enough to gasp for air, strings of thick spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock, then dove back down, sucking harder, tongue lashing the underside while she hollowed her cheeks like she was trying to milk the cum straight from his balls.
The pressure wound dangerously tight. Zaeryn was losing his grip.
"Daphne," he warned, his voice a wrecked growl. "I’m close."
She didn’t back off. Her hands clamped onto his thighs, anchoring him. She swallowed him deep, locked her lips tight around his base, and stopped the frantic bobbing. She switched to a brutal, static suction, milking him with the back of her throat.
Zaeryn’s hips snapped forward. He grabbed her hair, muscles locking up completely.
"Fuck."
He broke. The first thick pulse shot straight against the back of her throat.
Daphne swallowed instantly. She kept the vacuum punishingly tight, drawing every drop out of him as he pumped into her mouth. His knees went weak, his head dropping back against the cool marble as the intense aftershocks racked his body.
When the final spasm faded, she pulled off with a soft, wet pop. She cleaned the rest of the semen with her tongue and swallowed audibly, swiping the back of her hand across her ruined lipstick.
She looked up at him, a deeply satisfied, arrogant gleam returning to her violet eyes.
She stood up to meet his gaze level. "Anomalous right down to the taste," she murmured. Her violet eyes met his, dark and predatory. "You just keep finding new ways to surprise me, Zaeryn. At this rate I will never truly figure you out."