Pet
Chapter Seven

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Raven's entire body felt like it was going to go up in smoke. Her skin was flushed, hot to the touch, her hands were shaking, and ever nerve-ending was alight with anticipation… and yet she wasn't allowed to explore any of it. She was only supposed to feel the flames licking her body over and over without any kind of release, like it was some kind of torture meant to drive her halfway to madness. And even though it was torture, she knew that if she was patient enough, the end result would be worth every second.

But waiting was so hard.

Biting back a low moan, Raven's hands tightened around the rag in her hand, trying to keep her body from practically quivering. She shifted a little and pressed her hands to the countertop, enjoying the feeling of the cool granite against her skin. It offered her a moment of reprieve against the heat that was devouring her veins.

"Jason told me to find you?"

Her eyes flicked up to see Garfield was standing in the doorway, hip cocked to the side as he watched her with more than just a passing curiosity in his expression. His lips pulled back in a lopsided smile that seemed to glint like fangs in the bright, morning light of the kitchen. He looked like a bad decision dressed as a daydream, and even though she knew it was wrong, Raven needed him. She needed him bad.

Her teeth found her lower lip and she took a slow, shaking breath. She was in desperate need of attention, but she refused to beg - she refused to fall that low at the very least. Gathering what little bit she could of her senses, Raven pushed herself back to her full height and adjusted the skirt on her dress, trying to look as unaffected as she could be. She knew she was failing, but she was trying her best. Clearing her throat, she flicked a few strands of hair from her eyes and looked across the countertop to watch him move closer to her.

"You look a little… flushed."

"I'm fine." Her nostrils flared and she nearly glared at him, but caught herself. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not really."

He shrugged and moved closer, resting his hands on the countertop between them, and Raven couldn't help but realize that was the only thing separating them. All it would take was one word, one admission, one movement, and she could get relief for the burning that was completely consuming her. But not yet. Not yet. She couldn't give up her resolve so easily.

"Then maybe I can get something around for you." Raven cocked her head to the side and moved toward the refrigerator, but Garfield's hand snapped out and closed around her wrist.

Her heart slammed against her chest and she turned to look at him, chewing on her lower lip. "Mr. Logan-"

"Garfield," he corrected with a smile. "You know that by now, Raven… or are you just asking for a good spanking?"

Raven's cheeks flushed brightly and she stumbled back, eyes wide. Her heart left her chest and jumped into her throat as she stared at him, feeling emotions course through her body at top speed. She shivered and looked down at his fingers circling her wrist, trying to think about her next move. She knew that they would never hurt her, but relentlessly teasing her into submission was definitely in their arsenal. Her tongue slid over her lower lip and she let go of a soft breath of air.

"Breakfast, Garfield?"

He smirked and his hand dropped her own. "Are you offering?"

"I'm happy to make you whatever you want." Raven moved to the refrigerator again, taking slow, careful steps. "If you-"

"Honey."

Her lips pressed into a thin line at the nickname and she turned around, prepared to fight him. But when her eyes met his face, he was holding up a little, glass jar of some kind of high-end honey. Raven's hands subconsciously went to the hem of her dress, as if she needed something - anything - to hold onto. She shifted again and took a slow, half-step closer to him, trying to keep her face as blank as possible.

"Honey? On… what? Toast? Oatmeal? Bis-"

"Your breasts."

Raven jerked back, watching his unapologetic face as he continued to smile at her. Had he really said that he wanted to… A shiver ran down her spine and Raven stumbled back, taking a few careful breaths of air as she stared at him. Garfield set the little jar on the counter before lightly tapping the granite with the palm of his hand.

"Come on, Raven… up on the counter."

He looked positively devilish and Raven knew that she should have been at least a little wary of him, but she wasn't. In fact, she barely registered that this was even a little bit wrong. Instead, her hands clenched at her sides and she walked towards him, her steps uneven. She knew that he was going to consume every part of her soul, and all she had to do was give him an inch of herself, but she was no longer concerned with that. No, the only thing she needed was whatever sin he was going to unabashedly offer her.

Garfield held out his hand, palm up. "Panties."

"You want my panties?"

He nodded, his smile turning even darker. "Oh yeah, and I'm going to keep them."

Oh. Was he… the thought that Garfield might be touching himself while holding her panties was arousing of itself, and Raven could feel a surge of desire light her already sensitive nerves again. She chewed on her lower lip, thinking about the image of Garfield in the privacy of his own room, stroking himself as he thought about her. Would he grunt and growl like an animal as his hand moved furiously over his erect cock? Would he be as desperate for her as she was for him? Would he scream or moan as he came, yelling out her name at the top of his lungs? All of these thoughts rushed through her imagination, and her hands shook again. She hadn't realized how desperately she needed this.

Everything in her body burned again, and need pooled low in her stomach before gathering in between her thighs. Taking a slow breath, she reached under her skirt and pulled her lace and silk panties down her legs before stepping out of them. She placed them in his hand and Garfield made a noise of approval before he shoved them in his pants pocket.

"Now… up on the counter."

Her cheeks flushed, but Garfield helped her up on the edge of the counter, carefully arranging her skirt so that the cool granite pressed against the overheated skin of her ass. The sensation of hot and cold was enough to make her wet, and Raven could feel her orgasm try to build just underneath her clit. Eyes fluttering, she looked into Garfield's eyes and watched as he leaned closer to her, trailing his fingertips up her arms.

"You're close aren't you?"

She nodded, feeling his hands unfasten a button on her chest.

"You probably could come just from grinding against the counter?"

She could.

"But Jason gave us both strict instructions not to come, right?"

"Right." Her hands were trembling by her sides, her mind filled with thoughts of slipping her fingers between her legs and getting herself off. She needed to feel that release of please extinguishing this glorious torture, just enough so that she might be able to think again. Eyes fluttering, Raven nodded and repeated herself. "We're not supposed to come until he gets here or we'll be punished."

Garfield pouted and his hands slipped over the satin cups of her clothing, cupping her breasts through the fabric. "He has the worst punishments too." He gave a dramatic sigh and leaned forward, pressing kisses to her exposed collarbone, scraping his teeth along her skin. "Well… I guess we're just going to have to figure out what we can do until he gets here, won't we?"

"Like what?"

"Oh, I have a few ideas. But first… breakfast."

She gasped as he flicked another button open before sliding the straps of her "uniform" over her shoulders. He tugged a little, pulling the fabric lower under her nipples were exposed to the cool air of the kitchen. Garfield licked his lips and reached for the little jar of honey, swirling the stick in the thick syrup before pulling it from the jar. It dribbled ribbons of gold over the fine glass before Garfield pressed it to the swell and curves of her breasts.

Raven whimpered, and she clenched her muscles tightly in a weak attempt to keep herself from orgasming. It would only be a few more minutes of this glorious torture before she lost herself entirely to him. Shivering, she watched him as he repeated the process several times, until Garfield had coated her breasts with enough honey for himself. He licked his lips again and opened her knees a little wider, which only forced more of her dripping core against the cool granite. He really was trying to kill her.

"You can't come." He leaned forward and pressed kisses up and down the length of her neck, tongue flicking out to taste little flecks of honey with each kiss. The sensation was driving her mad and she wished that he would just get on with it, but she wouldn't beg. Not yet, anyway.

"You have to wait…"

Raven nodded and her hips rocked against the counter, trying to find a little relief. Garfield's hands tightened on her knees and he looked up into her face.

"No."

She probably looked pathetic right now, her eyes so desperate and her breath coming in short, quick gasps, but she didn't care. She needed something, anything, that might at least help a little. Her hands shaking, she reached out and ran her fingertips up and down the line of his jaw, chewing on her lower lip.

Garfield looked sympathetic for a moment, as if he'd been in her exact position before. "Color, Raven?"

"Green… yellow… I don't know." She closed her eyes and her head fell back against her shoulders. "It's starting to hurt."

"I know." His breath danced over her skin again, and he ran his tongue up and down the length of her throat, lapping up some of the honey that was there. "I know, but I can promise it'll be worth your while if you wait just a little bit longer."

She was gasping, her legs moving against the granite as his tongue trailed over her collarbone. He murmured something against her skin, the words lost on her frazzled mind, and Raven could only focus on the sensation of patterns he was making with his tongue. Over and over and over, he made little spirals and shapes in the honey, lapping her up inch by inch, until Raven was quivering again. Her nipples ached to be touched, but Garfield somehow expertly avoided every inch of her that was on fire, which only served to fan the flames. She let go of a low, desperate moan, and her hips began to rock against the granite. Over and over and over again, in spite of Garfield's soft reminders for her to stop.

She needed this - desperately.

Gasping and shivering, Raven closed her eyes and felt his tongue swirl around her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and tasting the honey on her skin. That was the last thing Raven remembered, before she felt an orgasm ripple through her bloodstream like someone had thrown a pebble into a clear pond. It was small and light, and not very satisfying at all, but it was an orgasm all the same. She was in so much trouble.

Twitching as little shocks of pleasure danced over her skin, she opened her eyes to see Garfield pulling away and clicking his tongue.

"You should have known better."

She should have, but her body refused to let her hold on for any longer. Raven's eyes flicked to Jason who was standing in the doorway, his mouth twisting into a frown. It looked like a mixture of amused and dangerous, and that thought alone made her worried with what was going to happen next. Her heart slammed against her ribs, and she chewed on her lower lip, watching their disappointed stares with fear.

Oh no.

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