You spent the next few hours getting ready, pausing every so often as Lionel crept up behind you and kissed your neck, purposefully distracting you from doing your hair.
"You're not making this easy, boss." You scolded, weakening instantly as he smoothed his palms over your hips and grabbed your ass, groaning into your ear.
"Mmm, I know, but I am making it more pleasurable..." He muttered, stretching his neck out until your lips met and kissing you deeply.
"O-oh s-so true..." You whined, feeling his erection rub against your side as he slowly turned you around to face him.
"I love how receptive you are..." Lionel cooed, grabbing your face in both hands and pushing you against the wall.
"And I love how forceful you are when you're horny." You quipped, running your hands through his hair.
"Ugh fuck, you do like it when I'm rough don't you..." He growled, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pulling his cock out. "Maybe just a quick one before we go?" He suggested in a low tone, pumping himself slowly as he awaited your reply.
"Save it... I want you to fill me later." You whispered teasingly.
"Christ... you are so filthy." He groaned, doing his trousers back up and waistbanding his erection. You watched as he adjusted himself, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips and he tried to hide his arousal.
"Why hide it?" You asked playfully, moving behind him and grabbing his bulge firmly.
"Y-you... f-fucker..." He cursed under his breath, repositioning his cock as you left the bathroom, giggling.
"Oh please, you love it, you live for attention." You called out, knowing the statement would get a rise out of him.
"Your attention...yes." He muttered, leaning up against the door frame and crossing his arms. You narrowed your eyes and raised a brow at him.
"Lionel, don't deny it, you're such an exhibitionist." You mocked, chuckling at him as he shook his head dismissively.
"That's enough of that." He mumbled, embarrassed.
"Cant handle it?" You teased, wandering over to him and tracing your fingers up his chest.
"You don't sound like someone who wants to be filled later..." He growled, leaning into your ear as he spoke. You whimpered, struggling to form a sentence as he continued. "Yeah that's right, you want daddy to breed you? Fill up your tight little cunt?" He groaned.
"Y-yes..." You moaned weakly.
"Then be a good girl." He spat, holding the back of your head gently and kissing your neck before pulling away and shooting you a condescending look as you trembled.
"Your pupils dilate when I talk like that... does it turn you on (y/n)?" He scoffed, turning the teasing back to you.
"Y-you know the answer to that question, boss..." You muttered, surprised at his specific observation.
"I know, but I want to hear it from your lips." He cooed, looking you up and down.
"Fine... yes it does."
"No, no, not like that." He started, cupping your chin and kissing you gently before grabbing your throat. "Try again." He growled, looking down his nose at you.
"O-oh yes... d-daddy..." You moaned as the euphoric feeling of rushed adrenaline coursed through you.
"That's better." He said in a condescending tone, releasing his grip on your neck and running his hand over your chest, slowly reaching your ass and pulling you into him, squeezing gently.
"Ready?" He asked, straightening himself out before opening the door and guiding you through it.
"Y-yes..." You muttered weakly. His hand slipped down in between your legs as two fingers rested on your clothed cunt.
"Oh darling... you're dripping..." He growled, slipping a finger underneath the fabric of your panties and inserting it into you effortlessly, earning a yelp as he pinned you up against the wall just outside of your suite. "You have to take them quietly (y/n)... if you can't handle the feeling of my fingers when we're in public then you'll never manage my cock, now will you?" He teased in a low tone, breathing against your cheek before removing his fingers and placing his hand on your lower back, walking towards the stairs.
