Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
Silas
Grinding her teeth together, she finally brings her fingers to the back of her red dress and slowly unbuttons it. My gaze is on her like a hawk, and I lean back on the couch, legs wide open, my dick already growing hard at the sight of her undressing in front of me like the good slut she’s meant to be.
She sucks in a breath through her nostrils as her dress slowly comes undone over her shoulders. She pulls on the fabric, loosening it until it slowly drops to the floor.
And fuck me, does she look like an appetizing little lollypop I can’t fucking wait to lick. She thinks the scowl on her face will deter me, but she’s dead wrong about that.
Her feistiness is what keeps me interested. Keeps me focused on that beautiful scar I made as she steps out of her dress and kicks it aside, then stares me down.
“Bra too,” I say.
She runs her tongue along her teeth, clearly fighting tooth and nail not to call me every swear word in the book right now, and I fucking love it.
Her fingers hook under the straps, and she pulls it down. Then, she clicks loose the metal and pulls it away. Her tits are gorgeous, mouthwatering, and so perky that I just want to grab them and cover them with my lips. But I’m not going to reward her for doing zero work.
“Put it on.” I point at the dress, which is way too small to cover her whole body … the perfect size for her.
She reluctantly steps into the outfit and pulls it up until it’s strapped in place, her tits barely fitting in the tight heart-shaped bralette. Her ass peeks out from underneath the black skirt, the fringes clearly showing off her red lace thong. A perfectly designed outfit for all my wicked needs.
“Satisfied?” she deadpans.
My tongue runs across my lip. “I’m not nearly satisfied enough.”
She gulps, gathering herself like she’s trying not to be affected. But I know how to fucking play with girls like her.
“Grab that bucket. Fill it with water.” I point at the bucket in the bathroom. “There’s dishwashing soap in the cabinet.”
She throws me a sneer before turning around and waltzing off with that thin stick figure of hers, her ass wiggling back and forth in the short maid dress, and my boner nearly breaks out of my pants.
Fuck.
She fills the bucket with soapy water and returns. “Now what?”
“Grab the brush too,” I growl.
She throws me another glare with narrowed eyes, mocking me, before turning around and doing exactly as she’s told. Perfect. Just the right amount of sass to make me want to fuck her brains out.
She throws the bucket down on the floor, and the water sloshes over the edges onto the hardwood floor.
“What do you want me to do with this?”
She’s playing coy with me now. “You know what to do.”
“You’ll pay me for this, right?” she asks.
I merely stare at her, wondering what she thinks this agreement she made with me truly means.
“On. Your. Knees,” I hiss.
The annoyance on her face is such a fucking turn-on as she slowly goes to her knees and dips the brush into the liquid, then rubs it all over the floor.
“Clean every inch of it. I want it spotless.”
She cleans the area in a circle around her until she’s forced to lean up on her knees and elbows, and when she does, I have the most perfect view of her perky ass barely covered by that red thong.
And fuck me. That about does it for me.
“When is it enough?” she asks.
I grab my glass of Coke and take a sip. “When I say it’s enough.”
With rage in her eyes, she grips the brush and starts digging into the floor with it so harshly the bristles nearly break. Just like her after I’m done with her.
I glug down my Coke while watching her struggle, and I spit back a small part into the glass, then pour it out onto the floor. She leans up and throws me an abhorred look, the fire in her eyes burning with the same kind of fury that burns in me.
“Now, clean this mess,” I say, pointing at the puddle of Coke near the table. When she tries to get up, I growl, “No. On your knees and crawl.”
Her eyes twitch, but the smile on my face only grows as she still obeys my every fucking word.
Yes, that’s the face I’m looking for, thief. That’s the one that gets me going, that makes this worth all the fucking money in the world.
On her knees, she crawls to me in her maid outfit until she’s right at the table with the brush. But the second she tries to place it on the floor, I snatch the brush away and watch her reaction.
“Clean the floor, twig.”
She snarls, “How? You have the brush.”
“How do you think?” My tongue darts out, and I slowly lick my lips until the realization finally hits her. “Lick. It. Clean.”
The sheer number of hateful darts she aims in my direction gets me hard.
“That’s it, little thief. Give me all your fucking hatred. I can take it …” I growl, grabbing her chin to make her look at me. “As long as you play the victim, I’ll play the fucking monster.” A grin spreads on my face. “Now clean it.”
Ivy
Grinding my teeth until a chip breaks off, I bend over and lick the floor clean, tasting the same Coke that was just in his mouth.
I have never felt more degraded in my entire life, but I can’t stop either because I signed up for this. My body is theirs to use and play with as they see fit.
Fuck.
I should’ve known he would put me through the worst kind of stuff.
I lick up the liquids, trying not to think about it just having been in his mouth as I clean the floor with my actual tongue until it’s all gone. But his groan … God, the groan that follows makes my entire body clench.
“Good girl,” he says, placing the brush beside him on the couch like it’s some sort of treasure. “See? You can do it.”
“Fuck you,” I spit, looking up at him while hate slowly poisons my heart.
He grips my throat, and I gasp for air. “Beg. Beg for it, and maybe I’ll allow you to feel what it’s like to be fucked by my cock.”
What?! The arrogance.
I spit in his face.
I don’t know what else to do to gain back some semblance of power.
His fingers slowly uncurl from my throat, and he wipes the spit off, then holds his fingers in front of his mouth … and spits. With his other hand, he grips my cheeks and pinches them. “Open your mouth.”
Slowly, my lips part, and his fingers inch closer to my mouth, rubbing my lips with our mixed saliva until he pushes them in. With his eyes locked onto mine, he pushes his fingers in deeper and deeper until his knuckles hit my teeth. “Lick.”
Rage fills my bones.
Yet I still do what he asks, licking off his fingers until I can taste both him and me on my tongue for what feels like forever.
Victory drags out a smug half smile on his face, making me want to repeat it all over again. But if I did, this game of back-and-forth would never end. This is what he wants. For me to realize there is no way out, no way to take back what I gave away: My freedom to do whatever I wanted.
And I handed it to him on a silver platter.
As his fingers leave my throat, I cough, but his other hand slowly tightens around my neck. He towers over me, dick tenting his pants, and I can’t do anything but let him squeeze off the vein in my neck until I’m lightheaded.
He inches closer and closer until he’s a hair’s breadth away from me, and his tongue dips out to lick my top lip. Just a hint. Just a taste. Just a single touch.
And my pussy is already throbbing.
Fuck no, Ivy! Don’t allow it to affect you.
“Stand up,” he says, a filthy grin on his face as he pulls me up from the floor with a firm grip around my throat.
He guides me back until I’m right in front of the couch, and he sits down, his gaze as well as his hands slowly gliding down my body all the way from my nipples, which peak out of the dress, down to my belly button hiding behind thin white cotton.
His fingers crawl underneath the short skirt of the maid’s outfit, leaving goose bumps in his wake. He pushes up the dress until my thong is exposed, stopping only once the scar he left is visible.
His eyes travel up to mine, and their hunger makes me swallow. “This scar …” His finger slides across the mark he created on my skin. “It looks so goddamn good on your skinny bones. You’ll learn to fucking love it.”
“The fuck I w—”
His devilish tongue rolling across the scar has me choking on my own damn words. He circles it around every letter, following the pattern, drawing out THIEF once more on my skin while fucking moaning. His fingers curl around my thong, and he slowly tugs it down. Before it’s even hit the floor, his fingers are already coaxing out the wetness between my legs.
Fuck.
“Wet already, little thief?” he groans, vicious excitement on his face.
I bite my lip in order for the moan to stay inside my mouth as he rolls his fingers around my most sensitive area.
“You like being treated like my personal, slutty toy.” He grins. “Admit it.”
“The fuck I will,” I say.
He shoves two fingers inside me, and I gasp, nearly falling over on top of him, steadying myself only on the tips of my toes.
“You’re a thief who deserves nothing less. Every time you dare to talk back to me, I will make you eat your words and moan for me instead.”
He swivels around inside me and presses my G-spot, making me suck in a breath.
How did he find it so quickly?
“Every time you try to hide from me, I will drag you out with my tongue spearing your pussy, do you understand?”
When I don’t answer, he fishes a knife from his pocket and presses it into the scar, making it bleed again.
“Answer me.” He pulls out his fingers, abruptly ending the pleasure.
“Yes,” I reply.
THWACK!
The knife sticks into the wood between my feet, buried all the way to the hilt.
Smiling, he leans in and licks up the droplet of blood, groaning like he’s obsessed. “Little thief … get on your knees.” The words almost come out animalistic, and the mere sound of them forces me to sink right in front of him until my knees hit the floor.
“ On the fucking knife.”
“What?” I gasp.
With his hands on my shoulders, he guides me over the hilt. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear me. I know you can.” He eyes my hearing aids. “Now sit. Down.”
He slowly forces my body to lower until the hilt enters me, and I hold my breath.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. That I’m letting him do this to me. That I’m so goddamn wet just from his touch.
Fuck.
“That’s it. Take it all the way.”
It’s cold and hard inside me, yet I’m as wet as can be as I sink deeper.
“I told you I’ll make you love that scar,” he says, moving his hand up to my chin so he can make me look at him. “And you will fucking worship the knife that gave it to you.”
He zips down and pulls out his hard-on right in front of me. I didn’t think I could be any more shocked than I already was … but I was dead wrong.
It’s much longer than Heath’s and riddled with piercings from top to bottom.
“Now open those dirty lips, little thief, and I’ll teach you how to love this Jacob’s ladder right down into fucking hell, too.”