27. Bad Girl, Good Punishments
Ron
Fuck buddies.
Yeah, right.
Not a chance in hell.
The second I agreed to this bullshit, I knew it was a massive mistake. But I did it anyway. I accepted her absurd rules because, if this is the only way Selene is willing to let me into her world, I'll take it. I'll take all of it.
Because one thing is fucking true, absolute, and undeniable: I'm obsessed with her. And I want her to be mine.
"Are you wet for me, Selly?" I whisper, my voice so low it only vibrates between us.
I slide the fingers of my left hand along the edge of the piano, then slip them agonizingly slowly under the hem of her dress.
I love this dress. It hugs her hips perfectly, highlighting every single curve of her body, outlining the contrast against her pale skin. But as much as I like looking at her like this... I am dying to rip it right off her.
Selene gasps. Her fingers claw convulsively at the fabric of my shirt.
"What are you doing?" she pants, her voice reduced to a breath.
My hand is completely hidden beneath the hem now. The cold velvet on the outside clashes with the feverish heat pooled between her legs. I grip her bare thigh, slowly sliding up the inside, and I revel in it—I physically revel in feeling how soft and smooth her skin is beneath my fingertips.
Fuck. Yeah. I am obsessed with this woman.
"Easy," I murmur against her temple, pressing myself even tighter against her, trapping her against the piano. "No one can see us. I'm blocking you."
Her eyes dart around the room over my shoulder.
I already know what she's seeing, because I mapped the room myself a minute ago.
Susan and that asshole Emerson have moved over by the large wooden bookcase, too far away and too drunk to pay any attention to us.
Carolina and the twins have vanished into thin air.
The rest of the group is busy with some drinking game.
No one is paying the slightest bit of attention to us.
"And... what about the cameras?" she whispers, her lips brushing my neck.
"There's only one on the molding, way up high," I reassure her, grazing her ear with my nose. "I wasn't kidding, Selly. I don't want anyone else seeing you naked."
Selene's breath hitches sharply when my fingers, tracking up her inner thigh, slip past the skimpy lace of her panties and almost reach her core. I can feel the heat pulsing off her.
"Tell me, little Selly..." I rasp, licking my dry lips. "Am I going to find you wet for me?"
I don't even have time to brush her center. A thick, slick, burning-hot rush of wetness coats my knuckles. I haven't even slipped inside her opening yet; my fingers are just resting against her swollen petals, but she's already dripping for me.
Fuck, she's so sexy.
A groan of pure pleasure slips out of me.
"I knew it," I murmur, my breathing heavy. "I knew you wanted me, too."
Selene arches her neck, closing her eyes for a second.
"No one... no one said it was for you," she stammers.
My hand stops dead.
"Oh, no?" I murmur. "Who the hell is it for, then?"
"There are... there are a lot of people in this room, Willers. You said yourself that Emerson was looking at me."
I clench my jaw. My teeth grind together.
I try to repress a growl rising straight from my gut, but a dark sound escapes me anyway. I'm usually not the type to pick a fight. In fact, I never have been my entire life. But earlier, I came really, terrifyingly close to throwing a punch.
Then again... I don't usually drool this pathetically over people, either. Possessive thoughts aren't exactly my thing.
Until... Selene.
And that terrifies me.
But... I can't stay away from her.
She's magnetic.
Different.
I am incredibly attracted to her—and not just sexually, as a person.
She has a personality that draws me to her like the most powerful magnet.
I move my hand under her dress.
I position my index and middle fingers right over her clit. I press down without moving them. I hold the contact against her wet, burning skin, applying just enough pressure so she feels that I'm right there.
But... I don't move. I don't rub.
Selene moans softly and tries to roll her hips forward, chasing the friction.
I pull my hand back a millimeter, denying her again.
"No, little Selly," I whisper, looking her in the eyes. "First, you have to admit out loud that you only get wet for me."
"Ron... move," she protests in a wet whine, twisting her fingers into my shirt to pull me against her.
"I can't stand hearing you talk about other men."
She parts her lips, her dark eyes burning with lust and irritation. "What about other women, then?" she taunts me, incapable of surrendering.
Fuck.
"I can't stand hearing you talk about anyone," I growl under my breath, pressing my fingers against her center again, harder this time, ripping a fractured gasp from her lips. "We just agreed we're exclusive."
Selene lets out a soft little giggle. A raspy, wet laugh, drenched in lust.
Fucking insolent little brat.
"Does that make you laugh?" I murmur.
I slide my middle finger inside her, all the way to the second knuckle. The welcome is devastating. She is so tight and soaked that my mind short-circuits for a second.
Selene stops laughing. Her eyes roll back for a fraction of a second and her nails dig into my shoulders.
"Ron..." she gasps.
"Say it," I order her. My thumb slides upward, finding the hard little bud of her clit, and I start moving it in a circle, applying steady pressure.
I match the movement with the finger filling her, plunging in and pulling back in a rhythm calibrated to torture her and make her lose her mind. "Say it."
Her knees buckle, but I hold her steady. She clings to my t-shirt, her breathing ragged, her eyelids fluttering. She's a millimeter away from breaking.
But suddenly, her dark eyes snap open and lock onto mine. Lust is mixed with a fierce, untamable stubbornness.
"Not a chance in hell, Willers," she pants, her voice husky but full of challenge. "You're going to have to work harder than that."
Christ. I love that she's so stubborn.
That she provokes me, that she doesn't cave instantly, that she forces me to bring out a side of myself I didn't even know I had.
Well... I promised her she'd get everything from me. If the Queen of Darkness wants to play, then we'll play.
I stop moving. With a sharp snap, I pull my hand out from under her dress, slipping my fingers out of her soaked core, suddenly depriving her of all the friction and heat.
She gasps, blinking, and immediately looks at me, displeased, almost disoriented by the sudden emptiness.
I, on the other hand, smile placidly. I take a full step back, pulling my hips away from hers.
"W-what are you doing?" she stammers, her eyes wide. Her chest rises and falls frantically beneath the black velvet. "Are you really backing out?"
I bring my index and middle fingers, slick and soaked with her juices, to my lips. I stick my tongue out and lick them, tasting her.
She is... delicious. A sweet, tart, intoxicating taste. Fucking liquid heaven.
I watch her eyes widen massively. Her lips part in a perfect "O" of pure shock and arousal. Her knees are visibly trembling.
Without giving her time to process, I step forward again. I grab her firmly by the shoulder and turn her around gently, until her back is to me.
"Walk, little Selly," I whisper, leaning down to let the words slip directly against the shell of her ear. "I think you really want the bad girl treatment."
I place an open, wide, possessive hand flat against the small of her back, right above the curve of her ass, and start pushing her forward.
I guide her along the perimeter of the room. The chaos of the party is at its peak, but we don't even look to see what the others are doing.
Selene walks stiffly, I feel the muscles in her back flex beneath my palm with every step. She is drenched, turned on, and walking in that state is torturing her.
I follow her like a shadow, glued to her. My chest brushes her back. My hot breath hits her neck. I know she can feel my erection grazing her hips.
I steer her toward the dark hallway, away from prying eyes, and push open the first door on the right. The downstairs bathroom.
We step inside. I kick the door shut behind us with a sharp click, turning the lock.
The sterile white light of the bathroom illuminates the mirror above the large marble sink.
I don't waste a second. I grab the hem of her velvet dress on both sides and hike it up, sliding it up her thighs until it's bunched around her narrow waist.
And when my eyes focus on what's underneath, the breath literally dies in my throat.
I've already seen her naked, but... I'm still struck by lightning.
Amazed. The perfect, full, pale curve of her ass is offered up to my sight, split down the middle only by a razor-thin string of black lace.
Her pale skin contrasts so violently and magnificently with the darkness of the dress that I feel like I'm looking at a work of art.
A vision so obscene and beautiful that my erection throbs painfully, almost fiercely, against the stiff zipper of my jeans. My mouth goes instantly dry.
"Did you get lost staring, Willers?" Her voice trembles just a bit, betraying her fake confidence. "Or did you suddenly forget how to do this?"
I smile, a dark, ravenous smile, and take a step forward, closing the distance.
"I'm just admiring the view, Queen of Darkness," I murmur against her ear, brushing her skin with my nose. "You are a work of art. Bend over for me."
Selene obeys without hesitation, letting out a muffled moan.
She bends forward, resting the palms of her hands on the marble of the large sink.
She arches her back, hiking her hips up toward me in a curve that is a shameless, absolute invitation.
In the mirror in front of her, I catch a glimpse of her flushed face and her dark, dilated eyes searching for mine.
I hook the lace of her thong with my index finger, pulling it to the side to completely clear the view. I raise my open hand and, without warning, deliver a firm, resounding slap right on her right cheek.
Selene flinches violently. A long, vibrating moan, steeped in pure lust, escapes her lips. She arches her back even more and pushes her hips backward, grinding imperceptibly against me, instinctively seeking my hand.
She likes it. Fuck, it drives her crazy.
"Is this supposed to be my punishment, new-cowboy?" she pants. "I expected a little more... backbone."
Arousal sets my brain on fire.
"Do you really want to challenge me right now, Selly?" I growl, raising my hand again.
Smack. Smack.
Two more hits, sharper, turning her pale skin a beautiful, erotic shade of pink. "We both know which one of us always ends up begging."
She pants heavily, her head lolling forward. "F-fuck you."
"I'm getting there," I promise her against her lips.
I grab both her cheeks, filling my hands with her. I dig my fingers into her soft flesh, kneading it, gripping it tight, and then I spread her apart, exposing her swollen, soaking-wet core, juices dripping down her inner thighs.
With frantic movements, I rip off my belt, yank down my zipper, and kick off my jeans. I roll the condom down my erection, my heart pounding in my ears, and position myself right behind her.
I dig my thumbs into her hip bones to hold her steady, anchoring her to me. I press my hard tip against her slick entrance, and with a slow, deep, inexorable thrust, I sink inside her.
The impact is stratospheric.
The sensation of sinking into her, millimeter by millimeter, wipes my mind blank.
It is an incredibly tight vice, a liquid, pulsing, enveloping heat that sucks in every single inch of my length.
I feel her inner muscles quiver, clenching around me as if trying to swallow me alive as I push in all the way to the hilt.
I grit my teeth and throw my head back, letting out a low grunt. It is absolute perfection. A friction that burns my nerves, making me feel like I am penetrating straight into her soul.
I stop for a second to try and get used to that devastating sensation without losing my mind, but Selene isn't the least bit willing to wait.
"More," she moans, her voice broken, pleading, rolling her hips frantically against me. "Ron... more. Move. Don't stop."
I don't need to be told twice. I pull my hips back and drive back inside her with a blind, brutal fury.
The angle from behind is devastating: it allows me to hit deep, in a way that makes her shake from head to toe.
She is completely lost in pleasure. Her eyes are half-closed, her mouth parted in continuous, desperate moans.
Her hips snap backward to meet my thrusts halfway, craving every single inch I'm giving her, pushing me to sink in even deeper, even harder.
I let go of my grip on her right hip. I lift my hand and slide it up the sweaty curve of her spine, caressing her neck for a second.
And then... I wrap my fingers around her throat.
With my hand on her neck, I force her to lift her chin. I force her to look straight into the mirror.
To look at us. To look at her own dark eyes, clouded and liquid with lust, while I relentlessly pound her from behind, controlling her breath and dictating the rhythm of her pleasure.
"Look at you," I whisper to her as I keep hammering into her non-stop, keeping our eyes locked through the glass. "Look at how much you like it, Selly."
She stares at us like she's hypnotized, her chest rising and falling in sharp jerks.
"I hate you..." she whimpers, even as her body clenches around me with an impending orgasm.
"Liar," I whisper to her, grazing her earlobe with my teeth, my hand tightening just a fraction on her neck to emphasize the final, deep thrust. "Say you're mine."
"Go to hell," she moans, arching her back and closing her eyes as the wave of pleasure begins to crash over her.
I smile, a fierce smile completely lost in her, picking up the pace until we are both shaking.
"I haven't quite figured out if it's hell or heaven, but... I'm already in it, baby. And I have absolutely no intention of leaving."