Chapter Ten
NOVAK
After his headlights have disappeared into the storm, I return to the house. I make my way through it, tracking mud and water across the slick, varnished wooden floor.
Tess steps out of her bedroom, just as I enter the hallway. She gulps audibly. Neither of us speaks right away. We just stare at one another while I make my slow approach.
I didn’t think anything through. Not going outside, and definitely not what the implications of Tess’s disobedience might mean. But as I see her now, still parading in the French maid costume, I feel an ugly swell of rage in my chest.
Tess Murrow is mine, and she’s stepped out of line. Stepped? No. She burst out of it at full sprint with no care or concern for the consequences.
“Why are you so wet?” she asks.
I fling my hand out and grab her by the jaw. Her cheeks squish in my fingers, but she doesn’t fight it. “You’re not going to see him again. Do you understand?”
Tess’s hands wrap around my wrist. A soft moan slips from her, and she nibbles her lower lip.
This is what she likes. This is what she wants, my hand forcing her into submission.
I lean forward and press my lips against hers.
I sink my free hand down her belly, and under the thin fabric of the French maid outfit.
My fingers graze her slit, and her grip loosens on my wrist.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” I ask. I apply pressure over her clit with my middle finger and start rotating it in fast, frantic circles.
Tess’s body shakes and her legs begin to give out. My hand clutching her face is her only support, and she clings to it for dear life, as I force my pleasure on her. She emits a constant stream of pleasure-filled noises.
“Answer me,” I demand.
“I won’t do it again.”
I slide a finger into her pussy, and she takes it into her silky wetness without resistance. Her body trembles and she tries to catch her breath. A second finger meets the first inside of her, and I start to pump them in a steady rhythm.
Tess spreads her legs and lets me have my way with her. She collapses back and stumbles until she finds the wall for support. I follow her without slowing, never ceasing my in-and-out thrusting. She cries out and thrusts her hips forward to accept every inch of my fingers.
I force her head back against the wall and inspect her exposed pussy beneath the short skirt. She swallows my fingers like a flame devouring oxygen. At that sight, my cock shoots straight up.
She claws at handfuls of my hair while her body erupts into a feverish explosion of absolute bliss.
This is all the reminder I need that she doesn’t need anyone else.
That, no matter how messed up our situation may look from the outside, we’re the perfect pair.
She belongs at my side, on my cock, and I’m not going to share her with anyone.
Her body jerks and trembles while her head whips from side to side as she nears the edge.
Why would she be looking for another partner when I have such incredible control over her needs? I know how her body works and what she likes. I know how to make her eyes roll to the back of her head, and squeal in elation.
I am all she needs.
I bring her to the point of orgasm, right to the razor’s edge, but don’t give her the satisfaction. I remove my fingers, release her face and take a step back.
“What are you doing?” she says. She finds my wrist again and guides it between her legs, but I don’t make a move.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” I say. “And this is your punishment.”
Her brow scrunches in frustration. So close to sweet release and it’s been stripped away from her. This will teach her better than any number of lashings to the ass.
A pout forms on her thick lips. “You can’t do thi—”
I grab Tess by the hair and force her to her knees before she can finish the sentence. I keep her head pinned in place, lowering my pants enough for my cock to slip free of the waistline and dangle in front of her eyes.
“Open your mouth.”
She does as ordered, and she sticks her tongue out expectantly. Her punishment is no release, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to suffer the same fate.
I shove the head of my cock between her lips.
The soft flick of her tongue brushes the tender tip and my knees buckle.
With a firm grip on a bunch of her hair, I guide Tess’s head along my shaft until she’s choking on it.
While guiding her head back and forth, I buck my hips to slam my cock deeper and deeper until it hits the back of her throat.
She chokes and gags and her eyes instantly well with tears, but I don’t ease up. She has to be punished for her insubordination.
Tess gets comfortable while accepting my girth. Her legs are bent under her, and she nestles her hands onto her knees. Her training has paid off. She can take a rough face-fucking without so much as a few sputtering noises, and the occasional pause for air.
Good slut.
Faster and faster, my thrusting meets her eager lips.
Tess is throwing herself into it, bobbing her head without the need for my hand to guide her any further.
I’m nearing that line of unimaginable satiation.
A warmth is building inside me, and my muscles are starting to tighten.
Shit, I’m about to come. Just when things were getting so good.
Between Tess’s garbled noises and my own grunts of elation, I grip her head firmly and force my dick deeper into her mouth. Her muscles tighten around the tip, and her eyes widen at the sudden intrusion.
I don’t warn her of the impending load that’s about to shoot down her throat, and somehow it drives me even crazier. She’s my perfect toy, accepting whatever I do. My word is law, and she’s so eager to buckle beneath it.
That’s why I’ll have to deal with this Dale Birchwell problem sooner, rather than later. I snap my head back as a rough groan rips from my throat, spilling deep into Tess’s throat. She takes it without so much as a gagging moan.
“You are mine. Don’t you ever forget it,” I say with my cock still firmly lodged inside her.
She nods, and her teeth meet my skin.
It’ll have to do.
“Will you remember your punishment?” I ask.
She nods again, pouting and staring up at me from below with puppy dog eyes.
“Good. I better not find you touching yourself. I’m going to keep you dangling on the edge. Make it unbearable until you remember that this cock is the only one for you. Next time, I won’t be so kind.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, in the same sultry tone she used while playing French maid.