Chapter 12 #2
“The delivery boys aren’t here right now, but as soon as they return, I’ll check what happened,” he promised, his voice oozing care. “Today I’ll send another mattress myself, if that’s the case. There’s no reason to make a scene over a misunderstanding, yes?”
“Today,” I said, standing to leave.
The next day, I stepped back into the store with blood in my eyes.
No, I had not had a good night. I’d had the worst and most delicious night of torture of my life. I thought I would be free, then I fell straight into the wolf’s mouth. It took all my sanity not to jump on top of Heithor and conquer his cock. Fuck.
I looked for Mr. Ferro, who had made me poorer for nothing. He was smiling when he saw me, but his expression changed at once, wary.
“Do you think I’m a clown?”
“Didn’t you like the mattress? We didn’t have the same one, but we sent a better one and won’t even charge the difference. Courtesy of the house for the inconvenience caused.”
This bastard was testing my patience.
A slow, acidic smile touched my mouth, the deceptive calm of my voice screaming danger from miles away.
“If it had been sent, I’d be able to tell you!”
“I guarantee the mattress was sent. I personally took care of it.”
“It wasn’t.”
“Yes, it was,” he insisted.
I was ready to fight over it, and he raised his hand.
“One minute, please.”
In moments, Mr. Ferro reappeared with two young men.
“These are the delivery boys,” he said seriously, looking angrily at the men, who seemed embarrassed and scared shitless. “Tell the lady what happened.”
The taller one removed the cap from his head, holding it down, and took a step forward.
“We took the mattress the day before yesterday, but the gentleman who answered us said it had been a mistake and gave us the mattress. We couldn’t leave the mattress there if he refused to accept it.
So we didn’t think it would be any big deal if we kept it. ”
“He did the same thing yesterday,” the other said.
The salesman smacked each one on the head, growling curses and promises of harsh retaliation, and sent them off. Then he set his eyes on me, smiling confidently.
“I told you they were delivered.”
I was too shocked, still weighing the deliverymen’s words.
Oh, man…
… I was going to kill Thor!
“These two are fired,” the salesman was saying. “Forgive us, ma’am. This has never happened before, and I guarantee it will not happen again.”
“It’s fine… Don’t fire them. It wasn’t their fault.”
“They shouldn’t have kept quiet.”
“Do as you like,” I said, dismissing it with a gesture.
“We’ll refund your money.”
I accepted because I wasn’t stupid, then left the store without any mattress, still very shaken by the information and furious with Heithor for playing the clever bastard.
I spent the whole day thinking about what I would do.
***
I gave a Cheshire smile to my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Womanly, feminine, very seductive. Hot. Unbeatable. It had been a long time since I felt that deliciously, especially after the extra pounds Lucca had left me with.
I wasn’t fat, nor flabby.
My breasts weren’t as proud as before, I confess, but still cheerful. And there were also these invasive little tiger stripes. That kind of thing messes with a girl’s self-esteem. But today, today mine was touching the sky.
The feeling of power gave me the sensation that I could do anything.
The malicious smile grew on my face, a cruel emotion wrapped in mischievous pleasure.
I breathed deeply, adopting my best unconcerned posture.
Thor was in bed when I emerged, full and powerful.
I swayed my ass through the room bathed in low light, aware that hungry, feverish eyes followed me.
It was almost physical. I leaned over the crib. I heard a quick, harsh inhale.
Was that a curse?
Oh, yes!
The black nightgown, all lace, left very little to the imagination. Delicate, sexy, and demonic. Falling to the tops of my thighs. The deep neckline in the back.
My bare breasts and a tiny matching panty.
Thor could see through it.
I straightened, wiping the pretentious smile from my face, then made my way to the bed, making sure to give him the full view.
His eyes followed me the whole way, devout and predatory.
Knowing I still provoked all that untamed hunger in him made me fucking wet.
My breasts grew heavy, wanting some attention.
I slipped into bed, picked up the cream from the nightstand, and used a little on my hands.
Thor was still looking at me, shameless, fixed.
His mouth hung open.
Lust came in waves.
His gaze so hot it could have melted a polar ice cap. The kind of gaze that used to announce a wild night of savage sex, without limits and without barriers.
Dirty sex. Perverted. Wet. Loud. Obscene.
Breath-stealing sex.
That starving look made me feel particularly secure.
I welcomed the pulsing ache between my legs, the erotic vibrations running beneath my skin. I wanted to be touched. Groped. Licked. Kissed.
Eaten every possible way.
I looked sideways, hiding things.
“What?”
“You’re fucking hot.”
I rolled my eyes, calming the happy leap of my heart and my body’s explosive response to his almost unveiled attention. I won’t deny it, I felt amazing under all that sexual inspection. I slid onto my stomach, one leg bent, my ass exposed.
“Good night,” I said, ignoring his low curses.
I waited… waited… and waited forever.
Controlling my breathing, all lazy and aroused. This part hadn’t been planned. It was natural and irritating as hell. I only needed to set eyes on him and I was done for.
To my shame, my panties were always wet.
My core practiced Kegels every time we were close.
I focused on Thor. After his breathing softened, I still waited a long while just to be sure, and then I put my plan into action.
Everything in me was deliberate in a sensual slowness.
I moved in intervals, sighing in my wet dream.
Fantasies bubbled in my mind, and I poured them over him, allowing my lips to graze his salty skin. I was dying to bite him and drag my tongue over him.
Thor tensed beneath me.
Desire mounted me hard as I teased him with my body.
This was all a huge and dangerous piece of shit.
I must have been insane, but I couldn’t care less.
I dove into the sensuality, into the delicious sensation of his body against mine, delighting in the masculine rigidity beneath me.
Rubbing. Sliding.
“Ella?”
I moved, snuggling closer against him.
I felt his hand on my back, his fingers stroking slowly, the familiar sensation lighting a frisson in my pussy. Goose bumps broke out over my skin.
So delicious. So good.
My hand on his abdomen tightened, dragging my nails.
Thor breathed hard.
I lowered my hand, sliding beneath the waistband without ceremony, and grabbed him.
Thor hissed low. “Ella?”
I moaned sleepily.
Thor was hard beneath me, body and cock pulsing.
His hand landed over mine…
I waited to see what he would do.
… Thor didn’t push my hand away. He held it still.
That wasn’t enough. Feeling confident enough, I squeezed.
He cursed. His hand over mine closed hard and slid upward…
The movement deliberate, unconscious… I guided him, and I didn’t even need to urge him much before he went on his own.
Then his hand was guiding mine up and down around his delicious cock.
Big.
Thick.
Hot.
“Fuck! Ella, love…”
“Thor,” I grumbled “sleepwalking.”
I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t care whether he believed it or not.
I was playing my part very well. Loving the feel of him in my hand.
It was a blow to me. I wanted him so much.
Feeling him like that, flesh to flesh, made me ache deliciously.
It was torment when all I wanted was to rock over him and take him inside me.
It was hard to say who was commanding whose movement.
Faster and faster. The friction tight.
“Ella, baby,” he tried to wake me.
His growl was rough, entirely male, masculine, very virile. The sound resonated in my core, and simultaneously, he slicked my hand with his hot cum.
I conveniently woke up.
All at once, I turned on the lamp and dragged my ass upright.
“What the hell is this?” I acted, looking from my hand to his cock still hard on his stomach, all slicked. It was hard to keep my tongue to myself.
Thor rubbed his tense face and cursed.
“You were jerking me off.”
“You pervert!”
His hard gaze turned to me.
“Seriously, Ella? I was lying here, sleeping peacefully, and woke up with you moaning and rubbing against me. You grabbed my dick, fuck.”
“Liar! I would never do that.”
“You think I put your hand on my dick? That I was going to torture myself like that?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. You’re capable of many things.”
“I could say the same about you,” he shot back angrily.
“Bastard! Get out of here now! I can’t believe you took advantage of me in my sleep.”
“I didn’t.”
“And I don’t believe you,” I argued.
Oh, man, I was good!
“Were you really asleep?”
His expression told me he didn’t believe it.
“You son of a bitch.” I sat on the bed on my knees. “How dare you?”
“How dare I? You took advantage of me, damn it.”
“I’m the one with cum on my hand, bastard.”
I stood, furious, then washed my hand in the bathroom sink.
“Get out!” I shouted when I returned to the bedroom.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes, you did. Get out.”
“Ella…”
“Maledetto, get out! The bedroom or my apartment. You choose.”
Thor left, slamming the door behind him, and I fell back onto the bed laughing, my hand over my mouth. Lucca woke up crying. I didn’t care. I had taught his father a lesson.