Chapter 11
Wes
I can’t take my eyes off Bailey the entire dinner.
I’m waiting and hoping she gives me attitude.
I’m practically silently pleading for it to happen because I want nothing more than to punish her.
There’s so many ways I could do it. So many ways I’ve fantasized about it, and I would love nothing more than to make them a reality.
I’ll make her scream, plead, and beg for my cock until she’s a mess. Then I’ll deny her. I’ll push her to her absolute limit and it’s going to make up for the years of attitude she’s given me. She’ll make such a pretty mess, I already know it. If she gives into this thing between us.
I can see her holding back the entire dinner, just trying not to do or say anything to me. That’s okay, I can be patient. I know it’s only a matter of time.
She’s quick to leave once dinner is done, but I’m not far behind. I left Bruno at home because I’m not sure how he would be around other people when he’s still getting used to me.
Once I get home, I notice Bailey’s car is already parked and most of her lights are off, probably anticipating me coming home shortly after her. I let Bruno out in the backyard and lean against the doorframe, facing her house watching for any movement.
It’s subtle, but the curtains in her bedroom move, and I know she’s watching. I step outside, staring up at where I know she is, knowing she can see me. I raise an eyebrow, but say nothing. She doesn’t move, just watches.
Bruno walks inside, and I wait an extra moment to see if Bailey will step away from the window first, but she doesn’t. I walk inside, grab my phone off the counter, and send a single text before setting it back down and going upstairs.
Wes: Were you expecting a show? The only one that does that is you, Angel.
I do my best to get some sleep knowing tomorrow is a big day, and it’s one of the few where I need to be well rested.
I’ve been a part of several weddings for friends, but I think Jameson is the calmest groom I’ve ever seen.
No one I know has ever been as sure of who they are marrying as he is.
There’s not even a hint of hesitance as he finishes getting his suit on.
Parker’s already started pouring drinks, but other than him, no one else is drinking.
I’m not sure that’s going to help him and Lily get along, but I’m not here to parent anyone.
When it’s time to start, Jameson and I walk out to where the small crowd of guests are already seated.
He greets several of them by name as we head down the aisle.
I don’t know anyone so I just make my way to the front and take my position, folding my hands in front of me as I stand, just waiting to begin.
The same song they played at the rehearsal yesterday starts and I watch Bailey walk down the aisle with Dave.
Even though it’s completely innocent, the way her hand rests on his arm has me clenching my jaw.
She isn’t looking at me, and that only makes me more pissed off, but I do my best to hold it together.
Parker and Lily are behind them, surprisingly not arguing, though I’m sure it’s killing them both not to be trying to get under each other’s skin.
Finally, Bennet and Duke walk down, meeting up with Bailey and Lily before Sutton and Emily make their way down the aisle. I can’t see Jameson’s face, but I’m sure he’s smiling and completely focused on his future wife making her way toward him.
They meet in front of me, whispering to each other, and acting like they’re the only two people here.
I clear my throat. “Are you ready to start?”
There’s a scoff off to the side, and Bailey mumbles, “Don’t be a mood killer.”
Guess she made her decision.
I do my absolute best to get through the quick ceremony without focusing on when or how I’m going to get Bailey alone.
And what exactly I’m going to do with her once I do.
She doesn’t seem fazed as I finish up; even with a small interruption from a bird, we manage to get through the ceremony easily.
I can hardly focus on anything that isn’t the tall woman that’s about to learn how serious I am about following through when I say something.
I keep her in my sights as the night goes on.
They all do pictures, there’s dinner, and when the music gets louder and everyone starts to let loose a bit, I know I’m done waiting.
Bailey separates herself from her friends. A rare small smile is on her face as she tells them she’s heading inside for a few. I don’t even bother to hide the fact that I’m following her. Everyone is so preoccupied, no one’s going to care what we’re doing. And I don’t care even if they do.
She walks toward a bathroom downstairs, and before she can shut the door, I push it open, forcing my way inside, shutting and locking it behind me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she snaps.
I crowd her against the wall in the small space. “What did I tell you?”
“You’ve said a lot of stupid stuff. Get out.”
“No, you know what I’m talking about. What did I say to you yesterday?”
I see the moment she realizes what I’m talking about, and what this means. I can’t help the smile that appears on my lips.
“Yeah, Angel.” I step forward so her back is forced against the wall and our chests graze with each heavy breath she takes.
“I’m going to tell you what’s about to happen.
You’re going to listen, and if you really don’t want to play, this is your last chance.
But just know that if this starts, there’s no playing games without consequences.
You’ll get a safe word and the only way it ends is if you say that word. ”
“What’s the word?” she squeaks.
I glance around, noticing the one decoration that’s made its way in here is a small bouquet of flowers. My eyes lock on hers once again. “Sunflower.”
Her face scrunches, and I wait for her to say the word immediately, but she doesn’t.
“You say it, everything stops. For good.”
She swallows roughly. “And if I don’t?”
“Then you’re mine to play with until you do.”
I count to five, waiting to see what she’s going to do. When she doesn’t do or say anything, I move quickly, not giving her anymore time to change her mind. I grab her hips, turning her around. She braces her hands on the wall, as I cage her in, covering her body with mine.
Pulling up her dress, I kick her feet apart and snake my hand between her thighs. She gasps when I make it to the wet fabric between them and tsk. “Don’t even try to deny how turned on you are when I can feel how dripping wet your cunt is for me.”
She whimpers quietly as I apply a small amount of pressure. I’m already impossibly hard. I press myself against her ass so she can feel me before moving the soaked fabric to the side, and slide my finger through her wetness, groaning into her ear.
“So soft, Angel, just like I remember.”
“Get off me,” she protests weakly. She knows how to make this stop, she knows the single word she has to say, but she doesn’t.
“Aw, you don’t want me to touch your needy pussy? Don’t want me to make you feel as good as I did that first night?” I graze her clit lightly. “Tell me something, has anyone ever made you come like you did for me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she tries to sass, but the way her hips move against my hand, seeking more pressure, I can’t help but chuckle.
“Answer the question. I feel how badly you want to grind against my hand, but I’m not giving you anything unless you answer me.”
She lets out a frustrated cry. “No.”
I hum, dropping my mouth to where her neck meets her shoulder, sinking my teeth into the exposed skin there at the same time I thrust a finger into her, and she cries out. I clamp my hand over her mouth, muffling the noise so no one can hear us.
“Do you want to be caught? Because if you keep making noises like that someone is going to catch us. Bet they would love to see how hard you want to fuck yourself on my hand.”
She says something against my hand, but I can’t understand the muffled words.
“What’s that?” I taunt. “Do you need more?”
Without giving her a chance to respond, I push a second finger in alongside the first and she cries out again, rubbing her hips against me.
“Do you have something else you want to say, Angel?” I take her earlobe between my teeth. She moans against my palm as my fingers fuck her, creating wet noises that sound so loud over the pounding in my ears.
I want to take my hand off her mouth and make her scream as loud as I know she can, not giving a shit about anyone in the house hearing her.
Part of me wants them all to hear her, and know that it was me that got her there.
That way when she decides to try and deny things with me, everyone can know the truth.
I already do. Especially the way she’s moving against me, there’s no denying how badly she wants this.
Wants me.
“You seem close. Are you going to come all over my hand?”
She nods, and I press my palm harder against her clit while pumping my fingers, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. When she tightens around me, I know she’s right there, and she’s also about to learn what this means to be mine to play with.
I pull my hand away, flattening her against the wall completely, plastering my body to hers while she cries in protest against my hand still covering her mouth. I switch hands, so she can feel the wetness coating my fingers against her skin. So she can feel how badly she wanted my touch.
“You thought you were going to get to come? You think you deserve a reward with the way you’ve been acting?” I laugh darkly. “Brats get punished. Now you get to go through the rest of the night needy, wet, and unsatisfied.”
She nips the skin of my palm, and I thrust against her ass once again. She huffs out a breath when her chest collides with the wall.
“Oh Angel, that’s not how you get what you want. Maybe if you behave the rest of the night I’ll come over and let you come before you go to bed tonight.” I move back, slowly taking my body away from hers. “Or maybe, I’ll leave you even more desperate.”
Once my hand is off her mouth and I step closer to the door she speaks up.
“I’ll just finish myself.”
I let out a small laugh. “No you won’t, because you know it won’t be enough for you.”
I walk out before she has a chance to respond because there’s nothing she can say. We both know I’m right.