Chapter 10 #2
“You see those gloves in the corner?” I nodded my head towards the pair of boxing gloves beside a long mirror. “Put them on.” Without much hesitation she hurried over to slide her delicate hands inside, probably over the moon she gets to try to land a punch.
“Oh.”
“What?” I cocked my head to the side as I slid the training pads onto my hands.
“You want me to hit the pads?”
“You’re quite the observant one, aren’t you?” I stepped closer to her as I held up my protected hands.
“Mind if I ask a question?” She jabbed her gloved right hand into my left, and fuck me, could she pack a punch.
Confused by the sudden pleasantries, I shrugged. “Fire away.” I was intrigued at what she wanted to ask.
“If I finish how you want me to, can I have one clean shot at your face?” She said in a gleeful tone.
Sneaky little brat.
“You’ll always finish how I want you to, Bella.” I winked as I held my hands up to guard my face, directing her in which direction to jab, block and dodge.
“Get fucked,” she panted as I directed her left into my right glove.
“Oh, don’t worry, darlin’, I plan to.”
Hours passed as I put Isabella through her paces, she had stamina. I’d give her that. Most people would have been on their arse by now, but not her. She’d kicked, punched, dodged, blocked and jabbed until her body had nothing left to give.
“Okay, now we’re done,” I smiled with pride… I was proud. Mainly because of how she’d handled herself on her first session.
“Great.” She turned her back to me without another word, bringing her water bottle to her lips. Large beads of sweat trickled down the grooves in her back, settling on her waistband.
“Good work.” A tiny gasp had me glancing over my shoulder. Her cheeks bloomed a beautiful pink and the hint of a smile tinged her eyes. Was that what she liked? To be praised?
“Glad you think so,” she said without looking at me. “See you around.” I frowned as she glanced expectantly towards the door. What was so important that she had to rush off so quickly?
“Tyler!” And just like that I knew why.
“There’s my favourite girl,” The guy with electric blue hair cooed as she leapt into his arms. With a chuckle he spun her around, as if they were some sort of fucking couple.
Who the fuck was what bellend?
“Bella, a word?” Her friend's face fell as he spotted me glaring at him, and it somehow reminded me of a certain fire engine red headed dude.
“No.” She leant against the douche—I was guessing the kid’s name was Tyler judging by how she’d squealed it a second ago—and smirked.
“You said we were done for the day, so therefore we are. And seeing as I’m not planning on leaving the house today, I don’t need a babysitter.
” This made the Tyler kid snort. I glared across at him to find him pressing two knuckles against his lip, clearly trying to contain his laughter.
She raised an eyebrow at me as he draped his arm across her shoulder.
With that they disappeared from view, leaving me alone.
I clenched and unclenched my hands as rage and unwelcome jealousy bled into my veins. What the fuck was wrong with me? I took deep controlling breaths as I began pacing the gym. It took all of thirty seconds before I unleashed a kick into the closest punching bag, sending it careening into a wall.
So, she wanted to play games? Fine. So be it. There wasn’t a game I had played that I hadn’t won.
Maybe I should pay my little temptress a visit.
Ten minutes later, I stepped into Isabella’s room, locking the door behind me.
The sound of the running water told me she was in the shower.
Relaxing, I looked around and took in the delicate creams and golds that filled my vision.
I hadn’t noticed that in the dark this morning.
Isabella’s sweet, spicy scent clung to the air and it made my chest ache.
Smiling, I trailed my fingertips down the deep purple covers atop her unmade bed.
Clothes were scattered across the floor and her desk was covered in books.
One diary-shaped book with a violet front cover in particular caught my eye. So, she journals…
“What a bastard!”
Confused, I glanced towards the bathroom door to see it was still shut. Cracking my neck, I snuck over to it and instantly wanted to laugh. Ah, she was ranting about me. How adorable.
“‘ Get on the fucking floor. ’ ‘I own you.’ Ugh! I hate this guy.” My cock hardened beneath my gym shorts the more she ranted and cursed.
Chuckling to myself, I glanced around the room until my eyes found an armchair covered in a lavender throw snug in the corner.
Satisfied, I lowered myself into the chair, resting my ankle on the opposite knee and waited.
What felt like an eternity later, the bathroom lock finally clicked, revealing Isabella wrapped in a very small towel.
Knowing she was bare underneath had my cock twitching in anticipation.
I watched intently as she smoothed body oil over her legs. No wonder they had felt so damn smooth earlier. She proceeded with her other leg as I rose silently from my chair, my eyes captivated by her every movement.
“Who’s the guy, Bella?” I asked. She stilled momentarily before she continued to oil her arms.
“What are you doing in here?” With her back turned, I made my way across the room until I stood right behind her.
“That didn’t answer my question.” I purred. A quick inhale told me she could sense me standing behind her.
“That’s ‘cause it’s none of your business.”
“I think you’ll find it is,” I breathed. “Who. Is. He?”
“My basketball trainer,” she replied.
“Try again, princess,” I crooned, pushing her damp hair over her right shoulder. To my delight, her skin pebbled under my touch.
“A f-friend, that’s all you need to know,” her voice had lost all its confidence and the tremble in it made me want to sink my teeth into her shoulder.
“Has he fucked you?” I whispered. She gasped and spun towards me, horrified.
“Th-that is none of your— Wait, why do you care?” Her baby blues homed in on me, water droplets clinging to her raven lashes.
I went to answer but something held me back. She raised an eyebrow and widened her eyes. Gritting my teeth, I took a step back and heaved a breath. Her tongue snaked out to wet her lips. Shit. Promise to her father or not, if I wasn’t careful I was going to cave and make this woman mine.
“You need to leave.” She snapped, stepping around me.
“Why?” I inched closer to her, trying to ignore how close to her bed we were.
“Because I need to change,” she hissed.
“Then change.” Her expression morphed from one of shock to something a little more cunning. What was she thinking?
“The fact that you think I won’t is actually quite cute,” she said with a slight pout to her lips.
“I don’t think you have the guts, princess.
” Her lip quivered as I towered over her, narrowing my eyes.
“But by all means, prove me wrong.” I was just about to give her my best dark smile when a look of pure determination spread across her face.
Without her eyes leaving mine, she hooked her fingers underneath her towel and tugged, letting it tumble to the ground.
Dios mío
“Isabella,” I growled. The urge to drop my gaze was pure torture.
“What, too scared to look?” She challenged me.
“No. But you’ll be scared of what’ll happen next if I do.” The delicate line of her throat slid up and down as she gulped. Bingo! Beneath that perpetual mask of attitude and steel was palpable fear.
“As if being naked in front of a guy bothers me.” She grabbed her hairbrush from the bed behind her and began sweeping it through her hair, nonchalantly.
“I have news for you pal, I give so many less fucks about this than you do. Besides, plenty of guys have told me just how nice these boobs are.” Rage punched its way through my gut.
Shit, this woman was going to send me to an early grave.
“For your sake, that had better be a fuckin’ exaggeration.” She merely smirked and curled a hair behind her ear.
“I really do need to have a word with your mother. Your manners are atrocious.” Pain sliced through me. I held back my wince, but I couldn’t keep the almost demonic hiss from my tone.
“Bend over the bed,” I demanded, satisfied when the smug look was replaced with genuine panic.
“Excuse me?” Her eyes widened, making her look like a deer in the headlights. Her pretty little mouth bobbed up and down like a fish.
“No, no, love. Now’s not the time to play innocent. You knew what you were doing. You were warned.” I growled. “Bend over the bed, now.”
“No.” Oh, good. She was still putting up a fight. Admirable really.
I cupped her ass as I pulled her naked body flush to mine, and fuck me, she fit perfectly. The warmth of her breath tickled my bare chest making my cock harden once again.
“What are you doing? You can’t?—”
“You know full well what I’m doing,” I crooned, my lips barely a breath away from hers.
“I warned you not to mention my mum again and yet… here we are. And what did I say I would do if you did?” She panted as my hold tightened.
Her breaths came in delicious little puffs, sending her fresh, minty breath sliding across my stubbled jaw.
“I don’t?—”
“Tsk. Don’t lie, Isabella.” Her eyes pulsed at this. I knew she knew.
“Y-You said you’d make it so I couldn’t sit down for a week.” Her cheeks blazed a hot pink as she admitted remembering what I had said.
“Mhmm. So tell me, princess,” I said, leaning in closer. “Do you want me to spank you and turn that pretty arse of yours red?”
“Arturo, I?—”
“I bet you’re wet just thinking about it, mi princesa. ” I unconsciously slipped into my mother tongue, catching her off guard.
“No, of course I’m not.” She ripped her lips away from mine and shoved me away.
“It’s your choice, either you bend over the bed or I’ll have you across my knee.”
“Neither,” she whispered.
“I promised you there would be consequences for pushin’ me, Bella, and I don’t break my promises.” Her eyes began to dance around the room as she contemplated what I had said.
“And what if I screamed, huh?” Her eyes bulged. I folded my arms and stepped back.
“Is that what you want to do, scream?” I waited as she stood, breathing big gulps of air into her lungs. Eventually she glanced at me and something in my expression seemed to calm her. Shaking her head she wrapped her arms across her breasts.
“Alright.” She whispered. The panic in her eyes melted into the barest flickers of desire. Her pupils grew as she licked her lips. “You can spank me, who knows, I might even enjoy it. But it will be the one and only time I allow it to happen.”
That’s what you think, mi princesa.
I went to nod but couldn’t. I was frozen solid. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Why was I hesitating? Frowning, I realised despite my anger and my strong desire to spank her, the look on her face just now held me back.
I can’t do it.
Cursing, I caught her gaze and narrowed my eyes. “Forget it. Just don’t piss me off like that again. Final warning!” Pushing past her, I yanked the door open only for her to speak.
“All mouth, no action, is that it?” I slowly turned back around to see her challenging gaze burning into mine.
“Oh, princess,” I taunted. “Was that a challenge?”
She debated her response for less than five seconds before creeping over to the bed and bending over its edge. “Last, final and only offer, London. You spank me and we call it even.”
I barely held in a groan as I nudged the door shut. Making my way over, I kept my gaze on her long, wet hair and not her skin. “Palms flat against the sheets, Isabella.”
Her body trembled as she pushed her hands out and gripped the sheets lightly.
“I’m going to do this five times. You will count,” I said, before sliding my calloused palm across her bare skin. Her skin rose up in goosebumps.
“Anything else, sir?” She asked sarcastically. I knew she was taking the piss, but hearing her call me “sir” almost made me combust.
“Count quietly, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear, would we?” I could tell she was rolling her eyes the moment my hand made contact with her cheek.
“Fuck!” She gasped.
“I said count, Isabella, not curse like a fuckin’ sailor.”
“One.” Perfect.
“Good girl,” I praised as she let her head sag, submitting to each word.
With each spank, she counted, each one more breathless than the last. The warmth spreading across my palm was delicious. The moment my hand collided with her arse one last time, she rose up giving me the barest hint of her right breast.
“Five,” she panted, she was a sweaty mess and it was a phenomenal sight. I stood to my full height and desperately ignored the distinct smell of desire that had punctured the air. She’d deny it but if I slid my hand between her thighs she’d be so damn wet.
“You look fuckin’ beautiful, Isabella,” I hushed, admiring the red blush spreading across her cheeks.
“Fuck you.” Even out of breath, sore, and dripping, she still had an acid tongue. She was clearly confused by her reaction to this.
“Don’t move.” I ordered as I searched her vanity for something useful.
Perfect.
I dropped to my knees behind her, as she remained in position, her arms buckling from the session in the gym and what I had just put her through.
I pressed a gentle kiss against the welt my ring had caused as she sucked in a sharp breath the moment my stubble came into contact.
With gentle circles, I massaged some body lotion across her sensitive skin.
“You don’t have to do that. I can take care of myself.” I could hear her voice break a little, but she would never show it.
Ignoring her, I finished rubbing the cream into her skin, before standing and gently helping her to her feet. When she turned her to face me, I was greeted by flushed cheeks and watery eyes.
“Go.” Her voice wobbled. Damn, had I gone too far?
“I can’t.” The words left my mouth before I had time to process them.
“Arturo, I need you to go.” Defeat and something akin to humiliation swam in her eyes.
“Isabella,” I whispered against her lips, the need to slam mine against them was becoming too much.
“Just get out, Arturo.” She shoved me then and I nodded.
“I’ll see you at dinner this evening then.”
Once in the hallway, I allowed my shoulders to slump. Regardless of what had just happened, I knew she hated me and everything I was making her feel.