chapter eleven #2
“Gotdamn,” groaning, I run my fingers through from the split of her pussy up through the seam of her ass.
She squirms. “Stop.”
“Nah, she doesn’t want me to.” Pressing the point literally home by pressing my finger between her lips, I gently stroke her clit. Dancing it on the pad of my finger, I take malicious joy in making her body seek my touch.
Stroking the lips and clit, I slowly torture my little captive, loving her struggle, loving the way she tries so hard not to break.
“See, my little torment? See how my sweet little pussy weeps for me. She’s not a liar. I know she was mad as fuck you left before I could split her open.”
“Get out of here with that bullshit. You fuck like you’re scared of pussy.” She says with a wrathful laugh.
Flipping her over, I toss her little ass over my shoulder. Stopping her bouncing, I press her shoulders down into the mattress.
“Oh, yeah?” Shaking my head, I take in the dip of her spine before her hips flare out, loving the way she bears my marks.
Her waist dips in a little too much for my liking. I’ll make her eat from my hand later, but now I’ve decided to have my snack first.
Reaching down, I tug the sleep shirt over her head.
I’m almost tempted to turn her over, but knowing Saban like I do, she’ll try some dumb shit that will make me have to spank her ass again. Not that I would have a problem, but my plan right now is to taste her.
“Head down, girl.” My hand on her back gives her no recourse but to obey. Crowding over her body. I bend over her, my body covering every part of her, pressing her into the mattress.
“Let’s see just how scared I am to fuck you,” I growl, inhaling the delicious mix of vanilla-rose and the sweet, mysterious essence that belongs to her alone.
Sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. I mark her in the most primal way. Sucking her succulent flesh, I revel in her flesh.
Following the sleek curves of her flesh, I lick and suck my way down her back. Her moans are soft yet throaty as I take my pleasure in savoring every inch of her delectable body.
“S —” the “Snake” or “Stop” cuts off on a scream when I bury my face between her plush cheeks. Taking my time, I anoint her rosette. Dipping my tongue inside, lavishing her with the blessing.
I hear a muffled, “Ohmygoodness” as I tongue-fuck her ass.
“Let’s see how much you can take, tk.” Wetting my finger and her, I slip my finger with slow deliberation into her bottom hole.
“That’s my clever girl, letting me in her ass.” I whisper, pressing a kiss on one plump cheek before moving lower to drag my tongue through the slit of her pussy.
“Ohhh,” she moans when I suck her clit. Pressing the turgid flesh into my mouth, she fucks my face while I suck on the hard protrusion. Driving my finger into her ass with a slow steady pressure, I fuck both her holes until she’s shuddering and convulsing, begging to let her come.
“Please,” she pleads so prettily when I decrease the pressure, denying her orgasm for the third time.
“I fuck like I’m scared of pussy, remember?” Pulling away, I taunt, stilling the strokes of my finger.
“Fucker,” she screams her frustration into the mattress.
“Not fucking you, though,” I murmur, moving to rise above her, ignoring the hard press of my dick against the seam of my jeans.
“Hadrián, c’mon, man.” The brown eyes meeting mine over her shoulder, sparks a cold frisson of anger in me.
“Don’t.” I snap, smacking her ass. “Say my name.”
“You’re a fucking sadist.” A bruised gaze meets mine.
“Never said I wasn’t.” I shrug. “You need to know who you dared to fuck with, little girl. I’m a grown-ass man. I don’t play about pussy, and you haven’t earned this dick.”
“Good, so I guess I can go since it seems like you are tired of fucking me already.” Drawing her legs up, she smirks. “I can go to Western Cape and get what was promised.”
“The way you were just begging me to finish you says you are mine in every way that matters, but keep lying to yourself.” I watch disappointment at my lack of reaction make her pout.
The way her pussy plays peekaboo with the way her legs are drawn up so tightly almost makes me want to groan.
Forcing myself to move away from her, I ignore the hard insistence of my dick. Turning, I adjust myself, walking back over to the table.
“You coming to me or are we doing this on the bed?” I quirk a brow her way, watching as she debates her options — more punishment or being fed and possibly pleasure.
“Don’t bother,” I say when she attempts to grab the top.
Dropping it, she trudges over to me. Her thighs are still slick with her essence, and it takes everything in me not to bury my face in her pussy.
Her eyes spark when I spread my legs instead of getting up to let her sit down.
“Sit.” I command, nodding to my lap.
“Bitch.” She says under her breath.
“Ah,” she gasps when I catch a hard little nipple between my fingers.
“Behave.” I whisper in her ear.
She settles back, brushing against the hardness of my dick.
Opening the container, I bat her hand away. There is no way I’m trusting this little troublemaker with even the spoon I brought for her to eat.
“I can feed myself.” She grumbles.
“A privilege you lost with your bratty behavior.” Spooning the still-hot butter chicken and the side of saffron rice onto the utensil, I lift it to her beautiful full lips.
Leaning in, she covers the bite with her mouth. Eyes closing in ecstasy, she hums a little as she pulls back to chew the meat, curry and rice dish.
I made a vegetable medley to go along with the dish. I knew that making her favorite dish would lure her into eating. Obstinate as ever, she proves to be more of a challenge than I anticipated.
We are silent as she allows me to feed her. When more than half the plate is finished. She sinks into my chest like she’s succumbing to defeat.
Her head lolls a little. I watch her eyes flutter as satiation settles over her.
“Harming what’s mine will have me punishing you more than necessary.” Keeping my voice calm, I let my words fall between us.
“Oh, so only you get to do whatever to me?” Turning her head lazily, she meets my stare. Disappointment fills her gaze, and I’m not sure who it’s for — her or me.
“Yeah. Only me. Never forget it.” I allow the cruelty of my intention to fill my features.
“You are mine to punish. To pleasure when I choose. To fuck into the very ground.” Gripping her locs, I bring her mouth to mine.
My dick flexes when she opens so pretty for me.
I ravage her mouth. Taking everything that is mine, I spear my tongue into her. She seems to melt into the kiss.
A piercing sting has me pulling back. My hand tightens. “Damn, brat.” I swear tasting blood on my tongue. Gripping her head, I tug her face back to see the cold satisfaction spreading across her lovely features.
Dragging her back, I spear my burning tongue into her mouth. She sucks on her damage melting into me with a little moan.
Blood surges into my dick.
“We’re done here.” I mutter, watching disparate emotions battle in her gaze.
I don’t miss the want I see within rivaling mine.
Rising, I give her a little shove. “Remember what I said about what punishment awaits if you continue to defy me.”
Slowing her momentum enough to right herself, she turns to face me.
Crossing her arms in a way that clearly emphasizes the curves but shields her areolas, a nasty little smirk spreads across her face.
Eyes alight with mischief and a challenge clearly signaling that though she’s the prisoner, I’m just as much her captive assuring me I won’t like her next words.
“Like I said, a pussy coward.” Tossing her locs over her shoulder, she faces me like one of the fierce warrior goddesses just coming into their power she likes to read about.
Not dignifying her words with an answer, I simply walk her ass down. I have to give her credit. She doesn’t budge — at least not right away. It isn’t until she realizes I’m not stopping that she takes a step back, then another and another until her legs hit the bed.
Taking a position in the center of the bed, she picks up the forgotten iPad that must have been digging into her back when I played with her.
Leaning over her, I cage her in, forcing the device flush against the breasts she hid from me moments ago.
“I know this is your way of begging for my dick. That little reverse psychology bullshit is going to end up with every last one of your holes spit open and dripping from me before you’re ready, ti dezòd.
Keep fucking with me.” Shoving between her legs, I let her feel just how unafraid of her pussy I am.
“Hadrián,” she whimpers, need spilling between the anger and disappointment she’s grappling with, feels like a slow stroke against my dick.
“I told you not to say my fucking name.” Still, I nuzzle the softness of her neck. Her heat beckons. One unzip of my fly and I can bury myself to the hilt inside of her softness.
Shifting I make the decision just as my phone buzzes.
“Yeah? Hold one second.” Rising, I ignore the question in Saban’s eyes and I move toward the forgotten tray.
Picking it up, I enter the code and then lean in for the retina scan.
“The MC is demanding a meeting, “ comes Rocco’s announcement, which bodes nothing good.