Ainsley #3
I’ve been feeding into his fetish without knowing it just by existing.
I’m in so much trouble with him. I can't even use my normal armor to fight him because he likes when I’m mean.
I catch Della’s eyes across the table as she checks in.
I wheeze and sputter as Payton pats my back.
I shake my head and roll my eyes, signaling I’m fine, even if I don’t look it.
She bites her lip to keep from laughing at my look of discomfort.
“I said you wouldn’t like it,” Payton says, capturing my attention again. I glare at him in rebuke.
“No shit. I didn't think you were going to say you wanted to fuck me. I just thought you were going to talk about sex in general. It’s different.”
“It’s a general fetish. You just happened to embody it tonight looking like you do. It’s distracting.” He looks away and picks up his tumbler, only to see it’s empty before setting it back down.
“I would’ve gone home to change if you hadn’t insisted I meet you here. We could’ve avoided this awkwardness.”
“Noted,” he says quietly. “But for the record, I really fucking like it on you, Ainsley.”
I laugh, and it surprises us both, which has him looking over at me with a perturbed expression that’s more suited to me.
“It’s funny that you're surly and not smiling for once. Knowing I’m making you uncomfortable just by showing up like this is actually pretty great.
Honestly, the more I think about it, the more it makes me laugh.
Hold on,” I say, giggling and turning away from him, rummaging through my purse while Payton glares.
“You’re awfully happy about my discomfort. I’m trying to be noble and keep you comfortable, and you're rubbing it in. I don't have to be nice about this. I can go back to pushing your boundaries.”
I find what I’m looking for, turning back and smiling wickedly, enjoying the idea of torturing him a bit more. I’m wearing tortoiseshell glasses that perfectly frame my face and bring out the green and amber in my eyes. His eyes turn into blue fire as his smile disappears.
“I wear glasses when I drive at night, so I keep them in my purse. I think they’re cute.”
“You’re cruel.” He reaches out and strokes my hair over my shoulder, clearing a space for his hand to rest against my throat, thumb stroking up to my jaw like he can’t stop himself.
“You’re not shit and you don’t deserve to touch me.
” My voice is a low purr as I brush his hand off my neck.
“You definitely don’t get to fuck me and you’re lucky I’m sitting here with you, letting you buy me drinks.
Now clean up this mess,” I say in my meanest tone, indicating the drink I spit all over the table.
His lips part and his eyes burn as they stay locked on my face, and I know I have him under some kind of spell that he gave me the power to wield.
I laugh again and pull off my glasses, return them to the case, and throw them back in my purse for safekeeping.
When I turn back, Payton’s there, a little too close, and I jump in surprise.
His hand slips into my hair at the back of my neck and I still instantly, a feisty kitten picked up by the scruff and gone docile, my eyes trained on his fiery blue gaze that sears me to my soul.
Oh, shit.
His voice is a quiet, commanding promise when he speaks just for me to hear.
“You think you can be a brat and get away with playing with me and not get it right back, my pretty little fucktoy? If we were anywhere else, I’d bend you over my knee and spank your ass raw before I fucked it and filled my beautiful cumslut up.
You can dress any way you want and still be Daddy’s little whore, begging for my cock to fill your every hole.
Don't think you have the upper hand because I give you insight into one little fetish of mine, Princess. I know what you need, and you’re just getting a taste of what that means.
Now be a good girl so we can both enjoy our night and not get too wound up or regret anything else. ”
He squeezes my neck and pulls me closer to him so his lips brush over mine once and he places a kiss at the corner of my mouth before he pulls back.
I moan quietly under the pressure of his fingers, the words he spoke causing wetness between my thighs.
I realize my hands are latched onto his shirt, pulling him closer to me as I turn my face up to his.
He’s looking at me curiously as the sound vibrates from me and my eyelids flutter.
He slowly lets me go, his hand brushing down the sweep of my back and over the curve of my hip.
I keep holding his shirt until his hand is on the booth between us and I finally let go, my hands flying back to my lap.
I can’t believe I was holding him so tightly.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I say on a shaky exhale.
His smile is seductive and pleased. “Too late for that, Princess. You just showed me you can play exactly how I want you to. You gave me a delicious little taste. Now I’ll eat you up.”
My stomach drops. I showed far more than I should have, and he’s all too capable and willing to use it against me. I condemned myself to whatever sentence Payton plans to dole out. I can’t deny that it stokes my attraction and the magnetic pull he has on me.
I want to touch him and have his hands all over me. I’d let him do anything he wants to me, and he can never know.