20. Reign
CHAPTER 20
Reign
I watched her toss and turn all night on the cameras I installed. My little vixen was insatiable. More than once, she reached for her book and toy in her nightstand to get herself off in the hours following my absence. I couldn’t wait for the day she’d beg for my dick.
And she would.
I stayed up all Friday night watching her thighs tighten and clench at the thought of me. No doubt her pussy cried for the release only I could give her. The Saturday sunrise burned my eyes as she crawled out of bed on wobbling legs to take a shower. I admired Anna getting ready for the day, doing her makeup, then washing it off. Then, doing it again, only to wash it off. She repeated that cycle several times before deciding to go without it. She put on black leggings; jealousy coursed through me, watching the way they hugged her sweet ass, pairing that with a pink sweater. I loved her in bright colors. They complimented her skin tone, making her look like a goddess.
I loved her.
I watched her until minutes blurred into hours. She left her apartment after making a phone call to Emma to meet somewhere in the city for breakfast. As badly as I wanted to follow her to the restaurant, I had a bunch of shit to do for class. The upcoming week would be packed full as we prepped for midterms, which felt like it came on all too quickly.
Anna’s blank assignment sat in front of me. She still hadn’t done any of the work for my class, only drawing little frowny faces here and there. Leaving entire online homework files unopened and blank, and yet she still ended up with the highest grade in my class.
Wonder how that happened.
I slid my reading glasses down my nose, placing them on my work-from-home desk. My eyes stung with the lack of sleep. I had to get some in order to fucking function. This week, Anna would finally be made mine whether she liked it or not. I was never a patient man. She should be grateful for the mental preparation I did allow her . The ache in my cock was a stark reminder of my desperation to bury myself in her.
My desire for her was consuming me like an addiction. Spreading through my body like an incurable illness. A malicious but insidious need for her had taken root in me and only beat stronger by the day. The longer I went without her, the sicker I felt.
I needed her, and soon.