Chapter 19 Wes
Wes
I bite back my laughter as Bailey pounds at my back and kicks her feet. My arm is around the back of her knees, banding her legs so she can only kick her feet a little, and she’s not able to hurt me. Though, she’s certainly trying.
“You’re really not helping your case, Angel.” I grunt after she manages to punch a particularly sensitive spot on my back as I’m walking us through my front door.
“Put me down, you caveman,” she screeches as I kick the door shut behind me.
“I’ll put you down when I know you’re not going to bolt out of here as soon as I do.”
“You’d probably like chasing me down.”
I shrug, jostling her more in the process. “Yeah, you might be right about that.”
No point in lying at this point.
She lets out a loud groan of protest again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I reach the top of my stairs and take her into my bedroom, tossing her onto my bed.
Dropping down on top of her, I use my body to cage her in so she can’t escape.
It doesn’t stop her from trying to squirm away, so I drop my hips onto hers.
She squeaks and I smirk, my forearms resting on the bed next to her head, trapping her beneath me.
“A lot is probably wrong with me, but right now, this is about you.”
She swallows roughly. “What about me?”
“You’re going to pay for everything you’ve done that I’ve told you not to do. I warned you what would happen. I told you to come here and not hide in your room, but what did you do?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, and I can tell she’s trying not to smile.
I grip a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back with it. “What did you do?”
“I did it anyway,” she breathes.
“Yeah, and what did I tell you would happen if you did that?”
She squirms again underneath me. I push down harder with my hips, pulling her hair back making her gasp.
“Tell me,” I demand roughly.
“You’d punish me,” she says reluctantly.
“Mhm, and how do you think I should do that this time?”
Bailey shrugs. “I don’t know what kind of masochistic shit you like to do with your victims.”
“If I’m a masochist then you’re right there with me. I know how your pussy floods for me.”
“You don’t know anything,” she retorts weakly.
“No? Sounds like I should check then.”
I slide down her body, and she doesn’t protest as I grip the hem of her shorts, and start to pull them down.
My eyes look up to watch her reaction, waiting to see if she’s going to stop me as I reveal more of her body.
I move back, pulling the fabric off her legs, and pushing them open so I can see her bare in front of me, exactly how I expected her to be. Wet and ready. For me.
“Hm,” I hum. “You going to try and deny what I can clearly see?”
“Depends on what you’re going to do about it,” she challenges, and I smirk. My dick is hard as stone behind my zipper, just like it has been since I tossed her over my shoulder.
Her fire only spurs me on even more. Instead of answering her with words, I toss her legs over my shoulders, and bury my face between them I lap up her arousal, groaning at the sweet taste of her.
She moans, arching her back, so I press her down with a firm hand on her stomach while I suck her clit into my mouth and she buries her hand in my hair, pulling roughly like I did to her. It only has me working harder to pull the first orgasm from her.
The first of many.
Because that’s her punishment. She wants to deny how she wants me, to continue to play games with me and be a brat.
I’m going to prove to her how badly she wants me.
How her body craves me, and how I can make her feel good over and over again.
Even when she doesn’t think it can continue, I’ll prove her wrong.
Her body is my playground.
I flick the sensitive bud with my tongue, and she seems to like that the most because her mewls of pleasure increase as she starts to writhe under me, and I keep holding her exactly where I want. Her cries get louder and her thighs tighten on the sides of my head.
It doesn’t take long before she’s yanking me harder against her, crying out with her release. I work her through the orgasm with my tongue, and when she loosens her grip, I know she’s coming down.
Which means she’s ready for another one.
Without giving her much of a reprieve, I keep my eyes on her while pushing a finger into her entrance.
“Wes,” she cries, trying to push me away, but I don’t let her. I move my thumb to her sensitive bud while thrusting my finger into her.
“Yeah, Angel?” I smirk.
“I can’t, I’m too sensitive.”
“Aw,” I coo. “Too bad, you’re going to.”
I push another finger into her tight heat while she continues to protest. I wait to see if she’ll say the one thing to get me to stop. There’s one way to make this end and she knows exactly what that is.
She’s been able to say it at any point, but she hasn’t.
Just like now as I fuck her with my fingers, she cries out so many words. But none of them are sunflower.
It doesn’t take long for me to pull another orgasm from her. This time, as her body convulses, I make sure to lap up her release. The sweet tang of her hitting my tongue makes me so desperate to get inside her that I can’t help but thrust my hips against the bed.
As she comes down once again, I climb back up her body, trailing my wet fingers along her skin, up her stomach, pushing her shirt up along the way. I reach her chest as our faces are only a couple inches from each other and my hips are resting between her spread thighs.
I bring my hand up, lifting my fingers into my mouth and sucking the taste of her off them. Her mouth drops with a silent gasp as she watches the movement. When I remove them from between my lips, I hold them up to hers.
Without hesitating, she lets me push the digits into her mouth and sucks them. Immediately reminding me of the way it felt when she dropped to her knees in front of me in the shower.
“How do you taste?” I rasp.
“Not sure, all I taste is you.” She runs her tongue along her bottom lip and it is so tempting. We haven’t kissed, not even that first night, and the way I want to do it right now is so strong.
But not yet.
I bring our faces closer together, our breath mingling in the tiny open space between our lips.
“Then how do I taste?”
“Better than you should,” she practically whispers.
My hips push forward at the softness of her voice because it’s so different for Bailey. There’s a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, and I know I almost have her where I want her.
That’s why I slide my hand between us once again, while I drop my forehead to hers. “Maybe I’ll let you taste more as long as you give me another one.”
I graze her clit with the tip of my finger, and she arches up into me with a sharp cry. She shakes her head. “No, there’s no way.”
“Remember this the next time you want to be a brat.”
She continues to protest all while chasing my hand with her hips.
Her words are saying one thing, while her body says the opposite.
She bites down on her bottom lip when I push a finger into her wetness once again and she’s clenching around me as she finds yet another release she swears she couldn’t handle.
Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. The air between us is thick with tension, and anticipation. And when her eyes open once again, I see it. Just for a moment. A glimpse of her softness.
Bailey Collee letting me in, if only just for a second.
“Are you okay?” I ask, the words catching me by surprise that I let them out.
They seem to do the same to her because her eyes widen slightly. I expect some smart ass response, but instead she just nods.
“Good,” I grunt, standing up, and help pull her shorts back on.
She sits up on the edge of my bed; I lean forward, pressing my fists onto the mattress by her hips. “You did so well for me, keep it up and you can earn a reward next time.”
There’s a flash of surprise on her face, and even though I don’t want this to end right now, I know it needs to.
If I’m not careful, I know Bailey could break down parts of myself that I didn’t think existed. And that’s not something I feel like I can handle.
This type of relationship, I can do. Sexual, controlled, boundaries.
Anything more is just not possible. Not with me.