He doesn’t even pretend to consider it before shooting me down. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not riding your bike this early in the morning in a dress.”
“But-”
“No buts, Scarlett. I’ll drop you off, and your mother will pick you up. Now, let's go. I’m already late.”
Huffing out my annoyance, I kiss my mom on the cheek and tread out the door. The weather really does feel nice this morning. Despite the clouds and impending storm, I can see bits of sunshine peeking through the haze. It provides the tiniest hint of warmth, not enough to make it hot, but enjoyable.
Dad isn’t much of a talker in the mornings. Work takes up most of that space, but this morning is different. I can see the need to vent hanging off the tip of his tongue. All he needs is a little push.
“How’s work, Daddy? I know you just found that girl! That’s incredible.”
I note the way he nods his head. It’s careless, almost distracted. The torment behind his eyes must be the reason why.
“They aren’t always happy endings,” he says, rubbing his eye with a closed fist until it's puffy and red. “This morning, I got a call from my partner. A little boy and his sister disappeared on their way home from the park the other night. The mom assumed they went to their dad’s place since apparently, that wasn’t out of the normal, but when she called this morning, the father hadn’t seen them.”
“Oh my God,” I gasp, horrified at what those parents must be going through. “I hope you’re able to find them.”
“Me too, kiddo. Me too.”
The rest of the drive is quiet. My father’s thoughts occupied with those missing children, while mine couldn’t be any more selfish. I should be sitting here, consumed with fright and sympathy, but instead, I’m thinking of what Mr. Ellis could do to me.
I sent him home Saturday night with a raging hard-on and anxious heart. That wasn’t very kind of me.
I deserve to be punished.
The thought sends a thrill of arousal through me, adding pressure to the pain inside my center. Subtly, I shimmy in my seat, trying to apply friction to my tingling clit.
My father catches me, asking, “Are you okay?” with a tight expression.
“Yup!” I shout, instantly becoming stone on the seat.
A couple of minutes later, Dad pulls up to the front of the school. “Have a good day, sweetie.” He kisses me on the forehead before pushing me out of the car.
I watch him speed away from the school, his mind so clogged from work he didn’t even bother to make sure I got inside safely. Usually, I would let it bother me, but today, I have someone waiting.
Scarlett Dane
CHAPTER XX
A turbulent ocean; that’s the first thing I see when he throws open his office door, the violent waves of a hungry, savage sea. He smiles at me, one full of feral desires of a man untamed, and I know instantly today is going to be different.
“Aren’t you just the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen?” he whispers against my lips as I shut the door.
Mr. Ellis grazes his fingers against the silky skin of my thighs, his tongue teasing my lips while he bunches the hem of my dress around my hips.
My insides tremble with need as he toys with the band of my seamless nylon thong. Thumb dipping under the elastic, he draws little swirls on my skin, finally taking my lip between his teeth.
“You left me in agony on Saturday.” He groans, palming my ass in his unrelenting grip. I feel the bruises his fingers will leave behind and press into his touch. I want more than just his print bleeding into my skin.
I need his taste forever embedded on my tongue.
“Let me make it up to you.”
Dropping his arms as I back away, Mr. Ellis watches as I strip myself from my dress. His unfaltering gaze ghosts along my barely covered figure.
I stand inches away in my simple bra and panties and have never felt sexier. His stare hardens with awe and longing, as if I’m the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.
He moans, “Baby," before I shush him with my finger between his lips. I don’t want to hear his praise. I want to feel it growing down my throat.
