Chapter 11
BLADE
She slipped off into the bathroom connected to our private dining room after I called her a good girl—flustered, stuttering an excuse, practically tripping over herself. I smirk at the effect I have on her, it’ll make it that much easier to weasel my way in. I’m sure her body will ultimately betray her, surrendering to me before her heart eventually follows suit. In fact, she’s probably soaking wet right now, pacing around in the bathroom, thinking she can shut off her feelings with a little space.
We’ll see about that.
When I push open the bathroom door, she yelps, grabbing her chest. Her fear only turns me on more—those wide eyes, the way her breath quickens, making her tits rise and fall. Her lips parted, looking so damn fuckable.
She absentmindedly places a hand on her hip, popping it out a little. It’s probably a gesture she picked up from cheerleading, but the way it accentuates her curves captivates me.
Damn, why does she do this to me? And so effortlessly at that. She could teach a masterclass on how to make a guy lose his fucking mind. I haven’t even touched her yet, and I’m already getting hard.
“What are you doing? We can’t both be in here at once!” she whisper-yells, like a child afraid of getting caught for breaking a vase.
“Calm down, no one’s coming in. You have nothing to worry about, I promise.” I take a few slow steps in her direction, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I subtly corner her against the wall.
She really doesn’t have anything to worry about, the waiters know not to disturb us. Except that new guy who signed his death wish by looking at Amelia like she was a prime steak on the menu. Every bone in my body told me to kill him right then and there, but I reminded myself that I’m here for a date with Amelia. But best believe, I plan on slicing my knife into him later.
I murmur into the crook of her neck, gripping her waist. “I told you I’d have fun punishing you.” Up close, her rose scent is intoxicating. I want to breathe it in all the time.
“We could get caught. I don’t think this—”
“Shhh,” I interrupt. “Don’t think, just feel. I’ll do all the thinking for you. I won’t let us get caught. Just clear your mind and feel.”
My fingertips glide over her body, and I watch her reactions, noting how her breathing deepens with each touch. My hands trail down to her inner thighs, brushing against her panties. A visible shiver runs through her. I’m not sure if it’s from my touch or from the embarrassment that her panties are already soaked.
“Have you ever been touched before?”
She nods, swallowing hard, and it draws my attention to the necklace around her throat. My necklace. It looks so fucking perfect on her.
“I’m going to make sure every trace of anyone else’s touch is erased from you, until your mind, body, and soul can only remember me and my name.”
Before she can respond, beyond a soft whimper, I turn her to face the wall, positioning her hands on the metal bar.
“Aiden…” Her voice is breathy, barely above a whisper.
Fuck.
Why do I hate when everyone else calls me that, but from her, it sounds like she’s casting a spell to get me permanently intoxicated with her. In her. Until I drown and there’s nothing left of me.
Suddenly, I want to hear her screaming it until her voice is hoarse.
“You’re trying to make me go crazy,” I murmur against her back, resting my forehead on her shoulder. My hand moves to the back of her neck, tracing the necklace with my thumb.
“Are you doing this because I went to John’s house?” she breathes out.
I freeze, my hand still lingering on her neck before my grip tightens. I almost forgot. She tried to get away from me. Twice now—once at her father’s office, once at John’s.
I need to make it clear that no matter how hard she tries, she’s not escaping me. She could run to the ends of the earth, and I’d find her and drag her back.
My darker thoughts urge me to choke her until she passes out, then drag her out of here and chain her to my bed permanently. Then she wouldn’t even be able to think about leaving. But I’m not that cruel. Yet. Maybe if she tries to leave again, I will be.
Her breathing quickens when I pull up her dress, revealing her pink thongs and perfect ass. Fuck, it’s so perfect—and mine. All mine. I can’t wait to see it marked red with my handprint. Pushing her panties aside, I slide my fingers along the length of her lips, then ease one into her. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.
She hums, biting her lips to stifle the sound, but little noises still slip through. I add another finger, and at first, it doesn’t want to let me in.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. That means when the time comes, I get to stretch you to the exact size of my cock. I’ll fuck you so deep no one else will be able to reach there.” She clenches around me, and I smile. “You like that? Having your cunt stretched to fit me perfectly?”
I thrust my fingers faster, angling them to hit the right spot. The soft, desperate cries falling from her lips sound glorious. Nothing like I’ve ever heard before.
She bucks against my hand, trying to gain more friction. But this is a punishment, so just when she’s really into it—throwing her head back and all—I stop and pull out, smacking her ass hard with my right hand.
“Ah!” she screams, her body jolting forward onto the metal bar.
“Did you think you were going to get to enjoy this, angel?”
“Please...”
Another hard smack lands, then another, until I’m raining down smacks with no pause in between. I can feel the heat radiating from her plump ass that’s now an angry shade of red.
She’s writhing under my hand, her cries growing louder with each hit. When she reaches back to stop me, I catch her wrist and pin it to the small of her back.
“Please, it hurts!” she whines, resting her forehead against the wall.
“It’s supposed to. How else will you learn not to try leaving me again?”
I rub her stinging skin with one hand while plunging two fingers back inside her with the other. As soon as she’s teetering on the edge of release again, I pull back out and lay down more slaps. The abrupt shift from pleasure to pain, the high snatched away, makes her cry out and stomp her foot.
Slap.
“Do you understand now that you’re stuck with me?”
“I… I understand,” she breathes.
“That’s my girl.”
This time, I intend to finally let her come. I return my fingers inside her cunt, while also rubbing her clit again. As I insert a third finger, there’s some resistance, but she eventually opens up for me. All the teasing has her wound so tight, it doesn’t take long before she’s clenching around my fingers, her legs shaking.
“Are you going to come for me?” I whisper huskily into her ear.
“I-I don’t know. I never have.”
I pause, fingers still shoved inside her. “I thought you said you weren’t a virgin.”
“I’m not, but I’ve never done that .”
“You shouldn’t have told me that. Now we’re not leaving this bathroom until you give me two orgasms. Even if I have to force them out of you.”
She gasps, shaking her head, but her body betrays her as she pushes back against my hand. Her cunt is soaking even more than before the spanking. She liked it.
“You want that, huh, pretty girl? To come all over my fingers twice?” She shakes her head again. “That’s a shame. Because I’m not moving until you say you do.”
A small whine escapes her lips. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please… do it.”
“Unh-uh. Say ‘please give me my first orgasm, Blade’.” When she still doesn’t say it, I start to slowly pull my fingers out.
“No! P… please give me my first… orgasm, Blade.” Her voice is desperate, and I smile, clenching my jaw. This is how I always want her for me—panting, squirming, and begging for my touch.
I press a kiss on her shoulder. “Anything for you, love. All you have to do is ask nicely like you just did and you’ll get anything you want in this world.” With that, I resume drilling my fingers into her wet cunt.
She closes her eyes, so I grab her face and turn it towards me.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I taunt. “I want to see what no other man will ever see, that look in your eyes when your body comes apart in an orgasm.”
She doesn’t listen.
“Open. Your. Eyes,” I growl, pounding my fingers into her tight pussy roughly.
“Ah!” Her eyes fly open, pure ecstasy written on her face. The sight makes my cock strain against my jeans. She’s getting off on being treated like a little slut.
I take out my knife, licking the blade before running it down her neck. The metal looks sinful along her skin, and if my hands weren’t full, I’d take a picture to capture this sight forever.
She gasps and shakes her head no.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I say, pausing for effect. “Unless you try to leave me again, that is.”
The blade glides over her body, light at first before I press harder—not enough to break skin, but enough for her to feel it.
Her reaction is immediate, a half-wince, half-moan escapes her lips, her body caught between pleasure and pain. She surrenders completely, shaking as she comes undone, giving me her first ever orgasm. I don’t stop. In fact, I work my fingers inside her faster while my thumb strums her swollen clit wildly.
“I can’t take another one. It feels too much. Please.” She’s breathless, squirming.
“I know, baby, I know. Just one more, you can do it,” I coo in her ear as I continue to drive her over the edge.
I feel it in her body when the second orgasm crashes through her, her legs trembling, eyes heavy as they flutter shut. She slumps back, and I catch her in my arms.
“Told you my dreams always come true,” I whisper, slipping my knife back into its custom pocket. I had a detachable pocket made so it could easily snap onto any pair of jeans or slacks, and be retrieved within a split second.
I help her get cleaned up, smoothing down her disheveled hair before putting it into a braid.
We head back out into the main restaurant, making our way to the front door. Spotting the hostess reminds me that I need to find out where that douche waiter lives, to torture him for looking at my girl, so I walk up and ask for his address. She hands it to me with a smile, scribbled on a small piece of paper. I pocket it and head out to the parking lot with Amelia. The valet doesn’t take long to bring my car around.
I reach for the passenger door handle, but she pushes my hand away and opens it herself, causing me to slam the door back shut.
“You’re not going to open doors when I’m around, ever .” My gaze finds hers and she’s upset, her usual bright eyes dimmed a little. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t open the door for me after you whispered God-knows-what to that hostess. What, were you inviting her back to your place? She looked happy to accept.” She crosses her arms.
Is she… jealous? She’s so fucking cute when she’s mad. Suddenly, I feel giddy. To be jealous means she has to like me. Right? Right?
Without warning, I push her against the car, my lips crashing into hers in a rough, demanding kiss. Her body tenses at first, hesitating, but then she melts into me, her resistance slipping away. Her lips part, and we find our rhythm, tongues moving together like they were always meant to.
Time stops. Nothing else matters but the feel of her. I grab her ass roughly, my fingers itching to be back inside her. She winces through the kiss, her lips trembling, and I smirk, biting her bottom lip. The spanking is going to leave its mark—she’ll feel it every time she sits tomorrow.
When we finally pull apart, I rest my forehead against hers. “Do you want me to kill her to prove to you I don’t want her? Voglio solo te .” I speak in Italian because I saw how much she liked it earlier.
She laughs, eyes pinched shut, thinking I’m joking. What she doesn’t realize is I’m dead serious, and if she had said yes, that hostess would be six feet under by midnight.