Trapped Between Two Alphas novel Chapter 351

(Kol's POV)

Katerina and I are in the movie theater. We sit in the top row, and

thankfully, there's barely no one in the theater. I can have a little fun with her.

The commercials and previews to upcoming movies play on the

big screen. Now, it's just more waiting until the right moment to

give my girl the best orgasm she's ever experienced. But the words

she said earlier replay in my head, "I hate you." And the fact she

didn't look at me when I spoke to her—should I allow her to climax

right here in this theater?

The movie's been interesting and entertaining. I'm glad she asked

me to go see it with her. However, as usual, nothing can keep my

mind off my favorite girl in the entire universe. I spend most of my

time admiring her and very little time paying attention to what's

happening on the screen.

She's so cute. She laughs at the appropriate times. Oh, her laugh.

One of the things about her I can't get enough of.

She's wholeheartedly focused on the movie, especially during the

fight scene that is happening right now. When she said that she

really wants to go see this movie, she really meant it. She hasn't

looked at me once for the duration of the movie. I'm glad she's

enjoying the movie, but she needs to remember she's mine, and I

need her attention, too.

Daddy wants to play. From my hand in the resting position on her

thigh, I carefully move it north, heading to her sacred place.

Quickly, she places her hand on mine, halting any further

movement.

"It's not playtime, Daddy. This is a good scene," she tells me while

her eyes are glued to the screen.

I smirk and lean in close to her ear. I move her hair strands and

set them behind her ear. "It's always playtime for Daddy." I plant a

kiss below her ear. I glide my hand up her delicate, soft skin while

her hand remains on top of mine. Soon, I stroke her naked,

dripping wet center. She shudders.

"Daddy," she breathes and attempts to push my hand away. It's

too late, baby girl. Daddy already felt how wet you are, so there's

no going back.

I slip three of my fingers past her entrance, stretching her out. She

gasps as I did that without any warning. She grips my wrist tightly.

I thrust my fingers, in and out. "Mmmm, you're so wet for Daddy,

my horny little girl," I murmur in her ear. "Tell me when you're

close, baby."

She gives in and nods. Success.

It takes no time to get her dangling off the edge of the pleasure

cliff. I feel her moist walls tightening around my fingers. Oh, she's

ready.

"Daddy, I'm close," she alerts.

Good girl, but you're not coming for me just yet, not now, not here,

especially after what you've done earlier. "Don't come for me," I

order and cautiously eject my fingers from her opening. My fingers

are dripping with her juices.

"B-but I thought you wanted me to squirt for you in the theater."

She looks over to me for once.

"I changed my mind. Probably from what you said earlier and what

you've done."

"What?"

"You said you hated me. You didn't make any eye contact when I

spoke to you."

"You know I was kidding about hating you," she responds, "And I'm

sorry for not making eye contact with you earlier." She thinks that

I'm actually mad at her. She's so cute.

I smile. "I know. I mean, why would you hate a man like me?

But about the not making eye contact part, you don't deserve to

orgasm now."

"Well, now I'm reminded why I hate you." Oh, she's definitely not

climaxing in the car when we're heading back home. "I need to come, Daddy, please."

"You can wait like a good girl. I know you can." I slide my fingers

between her lips, and she sucks on them, savoring her juices. She

makes eye contact. Jesus, baby. Is this how she apologizes for

not making eye contact earlier? Damn. I would love to claim your pussy right here, but not this time.

Her mouth departs my fingers.

"All clean?" I ask.

"Yes, Daddy. May I please go to the bathroom now?"

"So you can masturbate and make yourself come? No, that's Daddy's job. Besides, you're not allowed to come until I give you permission to do so."

"I won't masturbate, I promise, Daddy. I'll come straight back." She

applies several kisses to my cheek. God, her cheek kisses,

mmmm. I can't say no.

"Go ahead. Do what you need to do, but no masturbating."

"Thank you, Daddy."

She gets up from her seat. I sigh and rub my cock through my

jeans. I swear my cock can tear through the fabric any second

now. I should've just fucked her in the bathroom. But, I want to

wait until I can make sweet, proper love to my girl in the comfort of

my bedroom tonight.

Minutes later, she returns to her seat and crosses her legs. I lean

in to kiss her cheek. "Long time no see. I missed you, baby."

"I came back as fast as I could. I hope you're happy."

"Oh, I'll be happy when we step foot in our house," I respond.

"Anyways, did you touch yourself?"

"Of course not. I didn't want to take Daddy's job."

"Mmmm, good girl." I reach for her hand and place it on my crotch,

so she can feel my shaft twitching for her. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She kisses my cheek. "There's only an hour left of

this movie."

"Fuck."

She laughs and pets my cock, fighting for a release from my jeans.

She whispers in my ear, "Can you make me come on the way

home, Daddy? Please?"

"No, you're going have to wait until we step foot in our house."

She sighs.

"You're not the only one who has to wait, baby." I kiss her cheek.

"Edging is fun, isn't it?"

She looks at me, then looks back at the screen. She definitely

agrees with me.

Home sweet home, thank fuck. I sigh happily as I unlock the front

door. I allow her to step inside first. After, I step inside and

close the door behind me. I turn around. To my pleasure, I find her

on her knees in front of me.

"Baby girl—" I breathe.

She undoes my belt and looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes

of hers, now dark as obsidian glittering with lust. I can't stop her.

I'm weak—all of the punishments I planned on giving to my misbehaved girl goes out the window.

I place my hand behind her head. I allow her to do what she

pleases. She unbuttons and unzips my pants, while her eyes are

still locked onto mine. She pulls out my throbbing length. I moan

from her soft and slightly cold hand wrapping around my bare dick.

"I hope you can forgive me for saying I hated you earlier." She

opens her mouth and taps the head of my cock on her tongue.

Fuck me. She really knows how to properly apologize to a man.

I tug on her hair strands slightly. "Oh, you're forgiven. But I'm gonna punish you tomorrow for your antics earlier."

"Okay, Daddy. Don't forget."

I'm blessed. I lean back against the door. I close my eyes and

allow her to service me. Her lips surround my dick, and she begins

to bob her head. She remembers to give attention to my balls, too,

as she massages them with her silky hand. A low groan sounds in

my throat.

Her mouth leaves my shaft, leaving it dripping with her saliva. I look at her. I move my hand so I can cup her cheek and stroke it

with my thumb. I lower my face and pull her up to kiss. Her tongue

already finds mine to play with.

After tasting her, I push her head back down. That way, her face is

leveled with my crotch. She strokes my cock, and it twitches in her

bare palm. She spits on my length. Her eyes meet mine; she waits

for me. She wants me to spit on my cock, I know that look. But I

find her hand touching herself. That's a big no-no on Daddy's list of no-no's. That's Daddy's job. "I'll spit on my cock, baby, only if

you stop touching yourself. You know that's Daddy's job."

She nods and obeys. She rests her palms flat on her thighs.

"Good girl." I spit on my cock.