Chapter 10 #2
Ford sat down at the table and I left him to take a quick shower to scrub off the night and try to release some of the relentless need building like a storm inside of me.
No such luck. So, still in a defiant mood, I changed into my oldest and softest sleep shirt, the thin one that showed my nipples and the length of it barely covered my ass.
When I padded back out, Ford glanced up mid-chew, and for one electric second his gaze dragged over me, dark and scorching as he took in my breasts and my bare thighs. His jaw clenched before he looked back down at his plate of food.
Smirking to myself, I slid into the chair across from him, deliberately stretching out one bare leg so it brushed his under the table. “So…bodyguard,” I drawled, reaching for a pork dumpling. “Do you make a habit of buying dinner for all your clients, or just the ones you want to boss around?”
His gaze flicked to mine, before dropping to where I could feel my tight nipples poking against the cotton t-shirt. “Eat your food, Violet.” His voice came out rougher than before.
The fact that heat coiled low in my belly at the command told me how badly I wanted him to do just that…boss me around and make me behave.
We ate and cleaned up in silence, then I retreated to my room, brushed my teeth, and crawled into bed. Disappointed, if I was honest. I wanted Ford to do something—anything. Even one little slip in that iron control of his.
Would it really be so bad if we slept together again?
The thought circled in my mind. I was an adult.
I could handle sex with Ford, especially if it was as mind-blowing as the last time.
It wasn’t like sleeping with him again meant handing him my heart on a platter.
I wasn’t that kind of girl and never would be.
As for Ford…well, he’d never once pressured me. Even now, with us under the same roof, he kept his distance. Too much distance for my liking, actually. Maybe that meant I could trust him to enjoy sex for the sake of pleasure, nothing else.
That was what I wanted, wasn’t it? Something simple.
A physical release. He’d proven he could give me that without turning it into a mess of promises he had no intention of keeping.
He wasn’t hovering, wasn’t smothering me with his demands, wasn’t trying to worm his way past my defenses like most men would.
He’d given me space, and if anything, that made me crave him more.
I could take what I wanted from Ford, because he wasn’t asking me for more.
He wasn’t asking me for anything at all.
Maybe that was the loophole, I tried to justify in my head. With Ford, I wouldn’t be surrendering control of my life. Just my body. And maybe, that was exactly what I needed.
I slid beneath the covers, thinking it would be so easy to sneak into Ford’s room tonight.
To climb into his bed and whisper that I was wet for him, teasing him that he couldn’t touch me while I touched myself.
To kneel in front of him, daring him with every stroke of my fingers until that self-control finally shattered and he fucked me hard and relentlessly.
I moaned at the fantasy playing through my mind, my pussy throbbing.
Needing some kind of relief, I retrieved my trusty rabbit vibrator from my nightstand.
I shucked my panties and glided the tip through my already slick folds and pushed the thick silicone cock inside me, until those rabbit ears pressed against my clit.
I switched on the device and groaned out loud as those dual vibrations hit both my g-spot and clit at the same time, uncaring of the sounds I was making, or even if Ford heard me, since his room was right next to mine.
I imagined him storming into my room, his gaze on me and my legs spread open, his eyes dark and filled with lust, but also furious at my brattiness as I teased him like this.
My hips started to move as I fucked myself with the vibrator, my body desperately clenching around the phallic shape as I remembered how thick and hot Ford had felt inside me, how he hadn’t stopped ramming deep until he found the angle that made me scream.
I wasn’t going to last. I increased the speed and let those rabbit ears flutter against my clit, my breath catching in my throat as my orgasm gathered in intensity, as I chased the fantasy of Ford pinning my wrists to the mattress and fucking me until I begged for mercy.
In my head, I could hear him growling, you little brat.
You think you can tease me and get away with it? You think there won’t be consequences?
That was all it took to send me careening over the edge. My hips arched off the bed, pleasure ripping through me as I came, gasping, trembling, moaning Ford’s name over and over again.
As I gradually came down from the high of my orgasm, I couldn’t deny the simple truth. I wanted Ford. Wanted him to punish me for my rebellious behavior. Wanted him to break me, to take me, to ruin me all over again with the depraved kind of pleasure I craved.
Because no matter how hard I fought him, I wanted to surrender to him even more.