Envy

A/N: Who is ready to see Paul in action? *slowly raises hand*

Harlow


“Lindsey, Paul is on the phone.”

Lindsey sighed, pushing a tray of cookies into the oven, and then stretched her arms above her head, grinning at the feeling. She loved working at the bakery for Mrs. Kendall, the owner. She was the nicest old lady and always fawned over Lindsey about absolutely everything.

Picking up the phone on the wall, Lindsey sighed and leaned against the door jam, reading over special orders. “Hey baby.”

“You’ve been a bad girl.” Paul’s voice replied, all stern and incredibly sexy.

Lindsey drew her brows together, a smile forming on her lips, “Have I? What have I done this time?” she asked.

Paul’s deep chuckle came through the earpiece, “Don’t play dumb, baby girl, it doesn’t suit you.”

Lindsey, thankful for the long phone cord walked over to the counter to start kneading dough, “Please, you can’t still be pissed about this morning.” she laughed. “You always do that to me.”

“That was a very bad idea to tease me like that, baby girl.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes. He always called her that when he was feeling particularly Alpha. “Yes, well add it to the list, honey. I have to go-”

“You’re going to finish what you started.” Paul said darkly, making Lindsey suddenly stop kneading the dough.

Lindsey looked around the kitchen, “Paul, I have work to do.” she sighed.

“Keep baking and listen, baby girl.” Paul said softly. “When you get home, I expect you dressed in the clothes I have laid out for you, and on your knees in the middle of the kitchen, hands behind your back. I want you looking at the floor.” he kept his voice low, and Lindsey heard the shuffle of papers, “I will be home at seven. You had better be in the kitchen like I told you to be when I walk through that door.”

Lindsey swallowed hard, trying to push away the images plaguing her mind, “Alright.” she replied.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes Sir.” Lindsey corrected herself quickly, mentally kicking herself for teasing Paul like that. She couldn’t help herself. He had started it, fooling around in the morning with her, so she fooled around with him back. That is, until she realized what time it was, and had to hurry off to work. Paul was a little more than flustered and angry.

~*~*~

Paul rolled his shoulders as he stood outside of his front door and cracked his neck. Lindsey would be waiting for him, like he instructed her to be…well, she had better be. She left him hard and aching earlier that morning and he would see to it that she finished what she started. Besides, he had to get her back for trying to dominate him. Aw hell, he just wanted to play, fuck the excuses.

The kitchen was dark when he entered. Light from the building hallway spilled through, illuminating the middle of the kitchen where Lindsey knelt, hanging her head with her hands resting behind her back. Paul grinned and closed the door behind him, flicking on the kitchen light. She wore exactly what he laid out for her: that little leather dress and those sexy seven inch heels.

Paul cleared his throat, and walked around Lindsey, going into the bedroom. She was probably soaking wet with anticipation, he knew it. Taking his time, Paul changed into The Jeans, and pulled The Crate out from under the bed, carrying it out to the kitchen and setting it on the table with a soft thump.

“Do you know why you’re going to be punished?” Paul asked softly.

“Yes Sir.” Lindsey nodded. “I didn’t finish what I started, Sir.” he could see a small grin play on her lips.

Paul pulled out the riding crop and placed it under Lindsey’s chin, guiding her to look up at him, much like she did to him the other night. “And do you think that was a good idea? Is it funny to you?”

Lindsey bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, obviously trying to keep composure. “At the time I thought it was, Sir.”

“And now?”

Lindsey looked straight into Paul’s dark eyes and licked her lips, “Genius.”

Paul couldn’t help but smirk. “Really, now?” he asked softly, slowly pacing back in forth in front of her, twirling the riding crop between his fingers, “I want you to go to the crate and bring me back the leather cuffs, baby girl.”

Lindsey nodded, doing as Paul said and came back to him, kneeling and holding the cuffs out. Paul took them from her, his fingertips grazing hers lightly as he did. Lindsey bit her bottom lip and steadied her breathing as Paul cuffed her wrists together behind her back, securely. The leather bonds were lined with fleece, so they didn’t leave angry marks behind.

Just before Paul stood back up, he took Lindsey’s chin in his hand and turned her head to the side so he could kiss her, as he kneeled behind her, sucking gently on her full bottom lip. Lindsey moaned softly, reaching her hands out to cup Paul’s steadily hardening erection through The Jeans. He involuntarily pressed into her hand, deepening the kiss, as he slid his roughened hand down to the front of her dress, peeling the leather down so her breasts sprang free. Paul cupped her breasts with his hands, tweaking her nipples lightly as Lindsey continued rubbing at him through The Jeans.

Suddenly, Paul pulled back and stood up, “I don’t believe I told you that you could touch me, baby girl.” he said huskily, “You’re on a roll today.”

Lindsey stayed silent as she watched Paul unbutton and unzip The Jeans, slowly pushing them down around the middle of his thighs. He held his weeping erection in his hand and moved closer to Lindsey. She opened her mouth readily for him and closed her eyes as he slid into her hot mouth with a low grunt. Lindsey knew better than to move; she stayed still, keeping her lips wrapped tightly around his member as Paul guided her movements.

He made her take him deep, almost gagging her once or twice, and he always liked it slow at first. Deep and slow. In and out. In and out. Hold. In and out. It was a steady rhythm that made Lindsey’s jaw ache, but she didn’t one complain and kept her eyes on his, sucking and moving her tongue around his member. Paul breathed heavily and grunted above her, continuing to fuck her mouth slowly.

Lindsey pressed her legs together, trying to relieve some of the tension building inside. She loved when Paul got like this. She loved being dominated by him, no matter how much she fought back. It was a part of their game -he would have gotten so bored with her if she were like a slave. Lindsey would never be a slave. Submissive, yes. Slave? No way in hell.

“Fuck.” Paul groaned, fisting his hands in her hair, his pace quickening slightly, “Good baby girl. Good girl.”

Lindsey moaned around Paul’s cock, sucking harder until her cheeks were hollowed. She was granted with Paul holding deep within her mouth once more, rocking steadily and pulling at her hair. She could tell he was close. How long had they been doing this? Time seemed to fly by when she was pleasing him. She loved giving Paul attention and pleasing him.

“Don’t swallow.” Paul grunted, pushing in and out of Lindsey’s mouth, breathing heavily. “Don’t fucking swallow until I say so.”

Lindsey moaned around him in response and tightened her lips around him, sucking harder. Paul groaned loudly, letting out a stream of curses as he gave into his climax, spilling inside Lindsey’s hot mouth and pulled out slowly. Lindsey did as she was told and didn’t swallow, closing her eyes tightly. Paul, still breathing heavily, pulled The Jeans up then knelt in front of her, slipping his hand up her dress to tease her soaking, hot flesh. Lindsey hung her head and groaned, moving her hips along with Paul’s movements.

“Swallow, baby girl.” Paul said softly, kissing and licking at her shoulder while he slipped a finger inside of her heat. “Now…who does your body belong to?” he asked her, pushing his middle finger into her as far as he could to reach that deep spot.

Lindsey quivered instantly and let out a low moan, “Me, Sir.” she spat defiantly.

Paul’s dark brows drew together sharply as he slid his fingers out of her quivering body. “Baby girl, I don’t think you realize how much trouble you are getting yourself in today.” his voice was dark and had that dangerous edge to it that made Lindsey shudder. “Teasing me this morning…touching without permission…and now being a little lying bitch, telling me that you belong to no one.”

Lindsey kept her eyes on the floor and grinned. “I realize, Sir.”

“Hmm.” Paul grunted, raking his fingertips down her inner thigh, “Having a craving to be used and abused tonight, I assume?”

Lindsey bit her bottom lip, “Yes.” she replied.

Paul reached for her breasts, cupping them savagely in his rough hands, massaging them as he pushed Lindsey up to look in his eyes. Her pale blue eyes were glassed over with need, her face flushed and her hair a mess. So fucking beautiful. She arched her back into his touches and gasped softly, and Paul could tell that she was pressing her legs together. He smirked. She was going to hate him after tonight.

“Too bad.” Paul whispered hotly against her ear then stood, undoing her cuffs and walked into their bedroom.

Lindsey stared at the floor, not believing what just happened. Minutes passed and Lindsey was still kneeling on the hard kitchen floor, her breasts exposed and her hair mused to the point of no return. He just…left her. He didn’t even…Lindsey glared harshly, and stood up slowly -it was kind of an art, walking in the damn heels and her knees were feeling really wobbly from kneeling for so long.

When she entered the bedroom, Paul was standing in front of their bed, still wearing The Jeans while he looked at some drawings for a kitchen renovation. He acted as if she wasn’t standing in their bedroom doorway, looking like she had almost been thoroughly fucked. Lindsey glared at Paul, pulling her dress up right and huffed loudly, finding a hair-tie on the dresser to pile her hair on top of her head.

“Put those fucking drawings away.” Lindsey gritted through her teeth, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Paul looked up at Lindsey, raising his brows, “No, baby, I have to-”

“Put.” Lindsey said a little louder, “The fucking. Drawings. Away.”

“No.” Paul challenged, sitting on their bed.

Lindsey licked her lips quickly, smoothing the leather down around her hip area. She snatched the drawings out of Paul’s hand, throwing them on the dresser and turned to her smug-ass boyfriend, who was now leaning back on his hands, grinning at her.

“Doesn’t it suck?” he asked.

She honestly didn’t know what came over her. All she knew is that she was pissed beyond words at Paul Harlow and she was…well, horny as hell. “You asshole!” Lindsey yelled, tacking Paul to the bed.

It was the last thing Paul expected, obviously, because he landed on his back with a loud ‘oof!’ and stared up at Lindsey, who was pinning his hands above his head, breathing heavily and glaring back down at him. Maybe he was in shock, but he couldn’t move. His usual dominant behavior must have been hiding, because well, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Lindsey pushed her mouth to his, and Paul immediately responded, moving his lips against hers while he rocked his hips up into her through his jeans. She dug her fingernails into his wrists and pushed down against him, moaning softly, needing more…much more. Paul bit at her bottom lip, grunting heavily when Lindsey made her way down his throat, kissing and licking at the skin.

There were no words said as they moved together. Lindsey had pushed his jeans down and climbed on top of his hardened body, riding him like her life depended on it. Paul held her hips, bucking up into her madly as she did this, scratching at his chest and crying out loudly, coming closer and closer to orgasm. A thin sheen of sweat formed over their bodies, and Paul couldn’t help but admire how Lindsey’s breasts moved with her body in such a tempting way.

Lindsey clamped her inner muscles down on Paul, making him grip her hips tighter and moan loudly, bucking up into her harder. It was so desperate and raw, Lindsey didn’t even hesitate a second when she felt her climax hit her hard, arching her back dramatically, her breasts being pushed out into the air as Paul sat up slightly to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard. She quivered and moaned, bucking her hips as Paul tilted his head back and panted heavily, soon falling off that cliff with her.

He collapsed on his back, breathing heavily and wrapped his arms around Lindsey, who laid on top of him, snuggling into his chest. His fingers absentmindedly ran through her hair as she slowly traced patterns on his bare chest. Their bedroom smelled strongly of sex and Paul couldn’t help but grin softly to himself. That was fucking good.

“Okay.” Paul chuckled softly, “If you ever feel like riding me like that again, feel free.”


A/N: Did anybody else notice that Paul let Lindsey dominate him like that…? Weird. I didn’t have that planned at all, it just sort of happened hahah

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