I stop behind her. I am standing so close I can smell her. Flowers, mixed in with heady excitement and a touch of fear. I bend down until I am so close to her, my breath ghosts her neck. Her breathing becomes more pronounced. Steeling herself she turns to look at me. The look in my eyes causes her pupils to enlarge with sudden panic. She quickly drops her head. I run a finger along her pale cheek. She has beautiful skin. Smooth and cool.
“It’s time, little butterfly.”
“Time for what?” she whispers, her body trembling.
“Time to pay the debt.”
She swallows the lump in her throat. “This is … difficult for me.” She stumbles into silence, her cheeks taut with tension.
Awww … I’ve got a shy one. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it easy for you.”
“I won’t let you humiliate me,” she vows. The defiance brings color up her creamy throat and into her face. I like that. I like it that she won’t just roll over and play dead. Nevertheless, I can’t be satisfied with anything except complete submission. I need that. From her I want absolute obedience. Total control.
“Take your clothes off.”
“What?” Her face shoots up, shocked.
“Disrobe for me, beautiful Star.”
“What, here?” she cries.
“Uh … huh”
“Can’t we do this in a bedroom?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be doing a lot of that there too,” I mock.
She stares at me. Her face is flushed. The usual suspects: champagne, embarrassment, and pure sexual arousal.
“Well?”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “I’d like to finish my coffee first.”
I smile. “It’s already cold.”
“What if someone outside sees me?”
“They can consider it an unexpected perk of the job.”
“You are a bastard.”
I walk away from her and sit on an armchair. “Relax, little butterfly. There’s no one out there, traipsing about in the dark, just hoping to get a glimpse of your delectable body.”
“This is cruel.”
I shrug. Cruel. She has no idea.
Her bright blue eyes accuse me, but she stands up.
“Get on the coffee table and face me,” I instruct.
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
Her knuckles show white as she clenches her hands into fists. I watch the emotions play across her face. Her mouth is a straight line when she climbs on the low table, but she is a little wobbly on her feet, and that little unintended show of vulnerability makes my cock jump. I’m going to enjoy riding this sweet filly. She fiddles with the clasp at the back of her neck, and for a few second holds on to it, and stares at me with hostile eyes.
I raise a careless eyebrow. The gesture is calculated to annoy her. I like it when she is raging and glorious.
With a glare of fury, she lets the material fall. It slips down her breasts, skims her waist and belly, and gets caught at her hips. She pushes it down roughly. She is being deliberately unsexy.
She has no idea that it is her reluctance that is the major turn on. I’ve had willing pussy too often. She tries to kick off the material pooling at her ankles, and nearly loses her balance. Her arms flail as she straightens herself.
Weirdly, my heart jumps into my throat. The thought of her tumbling down and hurting herself fills me with a strange dread. It’s been a long time since I cared about the wellbeing of another human being.
Her underwear is plain white. I should have expected it.
“Lose the underwear.”
Her fingers slip beneath her panties’ rim. The gesture is instinctively slow and sensuous. Worthy of a first-class stripper. She was completely wasted on that fool. Then, she remembers to be outraged, and pushes the cotton briefs unceremoniously down her legs. She stands before me naked, her palms covering the triangle between her legs.
I watch her intently. Saying nothing.
Slowly, her hands move away and hang by her sides. Her pussy is freshly shaved. The sight of her deliciously sexy body on full view makes my blood pound. God, I want to take her right now.
“You shave your pussy?”
She looks at me defiantly. “Nigel likes it.”
She wants to anger me, but she has no idea how much fury pours into me. It almost makes me want to hire someone to smash every bone in his body. I keep my jaw straight and eyes cold.
“Figures,” I murmur mildly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she demands furiously.
“I think you know exactly what I mean.”
“As a matter of fact I don’t. You better spell it out.’
“Babies and little girls have no hair, Star.”
“How dare you?” she rages. “It’s a personal preference.”
“It’s my preference that you no longer shave while you are here. I want you to be natural.”
“Fine,” she says tightly.
My blood throbs with a mix of anger and lust. A dangerous combination. “Now sit down, open your legs, and show me your little cunt.”
I see the flash of anger, and how much she wants to refuse, but she sits down, and parts her legs. At the sight of the pink slit I inhale sharply.
“Wider.”
Her thighs move further apart, and I see how wet she is. That makes me smile. I stand and walk up to her.
“Lie on your back,” I order.
“Why?” Her voice is shaky.
“Just do it.” For a moment, she freezes like a deer in headlights. Then she swallows her anxiety, and lies back as naked as the day she was born.
I stand over her and look down at her naked body on the dark wood. White and all mine. In the yellow light her skin is creamy and flawless. I gaze at her chest, at the rose tipped peaks. There is a bruise at the side of her right breast. A love bite. The sick asshole left a love bite for me to find. Silly man. There will be nothing for him to find by the time I am finished with her.
Her full lips are pursed and her hands are lightly placed across her abdomen. In the silence of the room her deliberately slow, deep breathing betrays her attempt to remain calm and in control.
But she is not.
I am.
I trail my fingers slowly down her chest brushing across each breast. I feel her heartbeat rise as my fingers make their way down to her belly button and stomach. I let my hand drop lower and nudge apart her legs. She tightens her muscles against my hand.
“Poor vagina. It’s been waiting for a real man’s touch.”
“Don’t kid yourself,” she snaps, but her voice is shaky.
“Pretend all you want, but we both know the truth, little butterfly.”
Her breath hitches as I draw my finger between her pussy lips.
I stick my honeyed finger in my mouth and suck it slowly whilst I keep my eyes on her shocked expression. She tastes like ripe peaches washed in rainwater. So fucking sweet.
She scowls at her body’s betrayal.
I sit on the table alongside her. Then I reach down and fist my hand in her hair. She gasps with surprise. After the passion, the anger will set in again, but now, now she is mine to play with. My fingers slip down her body. Pinching her nipples making her moan. Moving lower. Feather light touches. My hand parts her thighs. For a second she fights me. I can force my way in, but not tonight.
That is for another time.
I bend my head and swoop down on her nipple. I suck it until her thighs fall open. My finger enters her and her mouth opens at the sudden intrusion. I move my hand from her hair to clamp on her mouth. Her eyes widen, and she tries to eject my hand. I strengthen my grip and watch her glare intensify as she loses the battle. My finger moves in and out of her. I feel cruel. She makes me feel things I don’t want to feel. I cannot allow her to have so much power over me.
I add a second finger. I pump them hard and furiously. I never let up as she writhes against me, twisting on the table top. She screams as she brea
ks apart. It is violent. As I knew it would be when I clamped my hand over her mouth. Her body jerks and clenches, and she gushes uncontrollably. Her fluid drenches my hand and spills on the table.
Her eyes stare at me with shock.