Her silky hair is wrapped around my fingers, my hand fisting it and holding her captive. The apex of her thighs cradles my cock and the warmth of her cunt beckons me, teases me with its nearness. Her breasts rise with every shaky breath to press against me, allowing me to feel her hardened nipples.
Violetta’s aroused to the point of being nearly distraught. I can see it in the way she looks at me and how her body responds to my touch. Women have always been attracted to me for one reason or another, whether that be power or money. Witnessing it again and again throughout the years has deadened me to it, so why is the woman underneath me any different?
Because shedoesn’twant to desire me.
I’m experiencing this conflict toward her as well.
“Your time is up,ribelle. What’s your answer?” I narrow my gaze at Violetta, pinning her with my stare. “My name or your silence?”
Turmoil swirls within the blue of her eyes and it pervades the confusion found within the green, creating a melding of opposition. I slide my hand between our bodies and place my thumb directly over her clit. When I push down and rock my thumb back and forth, Violetta’s face contorts in what can only be described as sensual agony.
She bites her lip and thrashes her head from side to side, giving me my answer.
“Very well,” I say.
With my cock fucking pissed off and aching, and my balls tight, I reluctantly peel my body from the softness of hers. Then I remove myself from the bed to stand and adjust my cock, with Violetta watching me all the while. Her breath hitches and her pupils narrow, indicating her desire for me still lingers.
But I want more than her attraction.
I want her complete and total surrender.
She slowly gets into an upright position in the center of the mattress and tucks her legs beneath her. Between her disheveled hair, wrinkled dress, and haggard appearance due to sleep deprivation, Violetta looks worn out.
Yet none that diminishes her beauty in any way.
A low rumble catches my attention and I raise a brow in question. True to form, she stays quiet, then places a hand on her stomach and shrugs.
“You’re hungry?” I ask. She nods once, but my anger is already overriding my arousal. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her gaze darts right and then left as she thinks of how to respond. I wonder how many of her shrugs mask her wants and how many of her nods are lies. It’s only the times when she shakes her head vehemently that I know she’s being honest.
I’ve remained skeptical of everything else.
Eventually, Violetta raises one shoulder in a half-shrug. I approach the bed with a swiftness that has her rearing back, but once I grip the nape of her neck, she stills. A wise choice. I peer down at her as I slowly tilt her head back and bring her gaze to mine. She rests on her knees with them slight parted, hands flat on her thighs and the palms facing up, as though a sub waiting for her master to rightfully punish her.
I tighten my hold on her to keep from unzipping my pants and fucking her mouth like she deserves for not saying anything.
“If you’re hungry, you will tell me immediately. This also applies to any other needs you may have such as thirst, rest, or something else, even if it’s minor. Do you understand?”
She nods, but doubt lingers in her eyes and in the way her body stiffens at my words. This needs to be eradicated. I cannot and will not allow her to question me whenever I give an order. That insubordination has consequences she won’t appreciate.
But I will.
“I don’t think you do,ribelle. Let me make this plain. If you don’t do as I say, when I say, and without hesitation, you will be chastised. Promptly, severely, and without remorse on my part. Unlike you, I won’t hesitate to follow through, and I’ll toss you over my knee to whip your ass however many times it takes for you to learn this lesson. You may be a grown woman, who needs to be fucked like one, but if you act like a child? I’ll be more than happy to treat you that way.”
She nods so vigorously that I nearly lose my grip on her. If I wasn’t so pissed about her being hungry I would laugh at her fervent response. There’s something charming about Violetta and I believe it’s the air of innocence which surrounds her. In contrast to that, she’s remarkably strong mentally, a skill most people don’t hone until they’re well past her age. It’s why she’s been able to maintain her silence around me, despite my persuasion.
But that inner fortitude has led to her starving and I can’t allow that.
“You will eat as soon as room service delivers,” I say. That’s a command, not a request, so I don’t wait for her to respond. “After which, you’ll shower and change into the clothes that’ll be sent up within the hour.”
She nods once just as I release her and I return the gesture. I believe I got through to her, but I can’t deny the appeal of spanking her ass until it carries my handprint. That might actually get her to talk, even if it’s just yelling or cursing. I don’t see Violetta as a woman who’s prone to tears, which I admire. The display of emotion is not a negative trait, but I’d prefer not to deal with it, if at all possible.
I stride to the adjoining bathroom and turn on the shower, eager to put some distance between myself and Violetta’s tempting body. While waiting for the temperature of the water to heat, I strip. If only I was able to be rid of my sexual frustration just as easily as my clothing.
After stepping inside the glass enclosure, I brace myself against the wall by placing my palms flush to the tile and then I drop my head. The hot water pounds on my back and slowly eases some of the knots, created by stress and tension, within my muscles.
It’s been a fucking hell of day and it’s not quite noon.
