Chapter 34
Lincoln
It has been four long and torturous days since I last touched her, at least touched her in the way I want to. And I’m on the
brink of losing either my sanity or having a heart attack from the constant erections. Like an obedient little pet, she has
followed my rule about no panties, and every day she grows a little more frustrated by my lack of interest in her. At least
my apparent lack of interest. In truth, I’m feral to slide my hand beneath her clothes and feel her. To get my mouth on her.
Sink my cock into her heavenly wet cunt.
One of us will surely break soon, and I hope it’s her or this will have been for nothing.
Today, she wore that white sundress that drives me crazy, and the amount of times she’s dropped something and bent over to pick it up is bordering on ridiculous.
I jerked off in the downstairs restroom as soon as she was out of sight after the last one, and still it did nothing to curb my desire for her.
Then I found her in the garden and she told me all about the book she was reading.
The parallels between fiction and reality became a little too blurred for comfort.
Not that our relationship is incestuous, but still .
. . fuck me. And when the conversation turned to sex, it was a Herculean feat of willpower not to take her right there beneath the rosebushes.
I sit at the desk in the library, waiting for her to come in and pick up a new book to read before bed. When she enters the
room, I keep my head bent low, pretending I’m focused on my work, but from the corner of my eye I catch the distinct outline
of her panties against the thin material of her oversized T-shirt. It takes every single ounce of restraint I possess not
to smile with triumph. Hell, I’m filled with so much relief I’m close to breaking into fucking song.
“Imogen?” I call her name as she passes straight by my desk.
“Yes, sir?” She bats her eyelashes, feigning her innocence. There she is, the sassy little brat I’ve been desperate to meet
again.
“Come here.”
She walks over to stand beside my desk. My palm twitches with anticipation as I reach out and slide my hand up the outside
of her thigh, until I reach the soft cotton underwear.
Her breath hitches.
“Did you ask my permission to wear these?”
She presses her lips together and shakes her head.
“Then why are you wearing them, angel?”
Her mouth remains firmly closed. I’m guessing she didn’t think her plan through to its entirety and is currently questioning
the wisdom of her decision. If only she knew this was the choice she was always supposed to make. Currently, my cock is hard
as iron and I’m almost drooling with the prospect of how I’m going to punish her.
“Give me the truth, Imogen,” I command.
She tips her jaw a little, some of that defiance I crave spilling out. “I wore no panties for four days and you didn’t seem
to notice.”
I roll my chair a little closer, guiding her between my spread thighs. “I noticed.”
“You didn’t even touch me once, so I thought maybe you wouldn’t care if I wore panties or not.”
I run my hands up the back of her legs and cup her ass, pulling her toward me. “If I didn’t care, then I would have told you
the rule was no longer in place, would I not have?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“For future reference, Imogen, if I make a rule, I expect it to be adhered to. I will advise you if the rules change.”
She shuffles her feet, awkwardly. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Are you?”
Her eyes narrow a little. “Yes.”
“So you didn’t pull this little stunt to get a reaction from me? To get my attention?”
I study her face intently. I know she hates to be accused of lying, but is she capable of lying to my face? I suspect she
could if she needed to, no matter how uncomfortable it might make her. And I don’t hold that against her, it’s simply a tool
in her arsenal, one she would have needed had she not ended up here with me. “Maybe I did,” she whispers.
The truth then. I stand and yank her closer until her body is flush with mine. Her pupils blow wider. “If you want my attention,
angel, all you need do is ask for it. With your words, and not by flashing me your bare ass when you bend over.”
Her cheeks tinge a light pink.
“And now you’ll need to be punished for breaking my rules.”
A shudder runs through her body, and whether it’s from excitement or fear I cannot entirely tell. While she should fear me,
it’s not for the reasons she thinks. I glide a hand over her ass and rest it on the small of her back. “I would never harm
you, Imogen. You have no need to ever be afraid of any punishment from me. Understand?”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
I scoop her into my arms and carry her up to her bedroom.
All the while, she clings to me, the pulse fluttering in her neck, her breathing shallow and fast. And when I toss her into the middle of her bed, she lets out a tiny squeal that sings to my soul.
That was pure and unguarded. All her. Everything I want her to be, slipping out in a moment of connection.
“Take off your clothes,” I order.
She bites her lip while she obeys my order, giving me a striptease. My mind can’t help but wander to dark places. Is that
something else she learned from Larissa? Something to please her buyer? So I don’t enjoy it as much as I should. Still, my cock is aching to be set free
by the time she’s done. That’s all because of her naked body and the thought of what I’m about to do to her rather than her
little show though.
She stares up at me expectantly, waiting for further instructions, her breath coming in uneven pants. “Turn over. I want you
on all fours with your pretty ass in the air and your legs wide. Show me what I own, angel.”
She hesitates for a few seconds, and I like it. That’s my girl, right there in the pauses. In the uncertainty and confusion.
That’s the Imogen I want to tease out, to tempt and frustrate and push to the edge, until the passive little pet who I refuse
to trust is all gone.
Slowly she slithers onto her belly and then pushes herself up onto all fours, sticking her perfect peach of an ass in the
air for me and spreading wide, until her pink pussy, already glistening with her arousal, is on full display. I clamp down
on my lip to stop myself from groaning with appreciation.
Slowly, I take off my clothes, prolonging her torment.
The sound of my belt buckle makes her visibly tremble, and my zipper sliding down has her whimpering.
Holy fuck this is torturous holding myself back from her, but it’s exquisite torture.
By the time I crawl onto the bed and kneel between her spread legs she’s practically vibrating with anticipation.
I deliver a sharp smack to her ass that makes her squeak.
It wasn’t enough to hurt, but enough to leave my red handprint on her creamy skin. I store the mental image for later.
Before she can ask for more, I slide a finger through her slick folds. “Already wet for me, angel?”
“Yes, sir,” she whines.
“You want my hands on you? You want my cock in your tight little cunt?” I push a finger inside her snug heat and her back
bows.
“Y-yes!”
I lean over her, lips brushing against her ear. “You’re going to get it, baby. Over and over again.”
She smiles and I rest my lips on her temple while I play with her pussy, curling my finger inside her the way she likes while
I tease her needy clit. I bring her to the edge.
And then I leave her there.
She whines with frustration until I drive my cock inside her, holding on to her hips while I bottom out. She cries out, the
pain taking a little edge off her pleasure, enough to allow me to fuck her hard for a few minutes before she’s teetering on
that edge again.
I stop before we both come, easing my cock out of her trembling pussy. I give her another sharp smack before sinking back
in. She moans, part ecstasy part she-hates-my-guts. Her pussy walls contract around my length, milking the precum from my
crown. I collect some of her arousal with the tip of my pointer finger and circle her asshole. “I’m going to take you here
when you’re ready.”
I inch the tip inside her, just enough for her to feel the burn. She cries out, throwing her head back and bucking her hips,
chasing the orgasm I’m not going to allow her. Holding her still with my free hand, I drive my hips once more and empty my
release inside her, roaring out my relief as I do.
She’s trembling, filled with a desperate need to come. “I’m sorry, Lincoln,” she whimpers. “Please?”
I slide my spent cock out of her and watch my cum drip from her pink pussy entrance. Then I lean over her, pressing her flat
to the bed with my weight. “I know you are, baby, but we’re only just getting started.”