I can hardly focus on anything that isn’t the tall woman that’sabout to learn how serious I am about following through when I say something. I keep her in my sights as the night goes on. They all do pictures, there’s dinner, and when the music gets louder and everyone starts to let loose a bit, I know I’m done waiting.
Bailey separates herself from her friends. A rare small smile is on her face as she tells them she’s heading inside for a few. I don’t even bother to hide the fact that I’m following her. Everyone is so preoccupied, no one’s going to care what we’re doing. And I don’t care even if they do.
She walks toward a bathroom downstairs, and before she can shut the door, I push it open, forcing my way inside, shutting and locking it behind me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she snaps.
I crowd her against the wall in the small space. “What did I tell you?”
“You’ve said a lot of stupid stuff. Get out.”
“No, you know what I’m talking about. What did I say to you yesterday?”
I see the moment she realizes what I’m talking about, and what this means. I can’t help the smile that appears on my lips.
“Yeah, Angel.” I step forward so her back is forced against the wall and our chests graze with each heavy breath she takes. “I’m going to tell you what’s about to happen. You’re going to listen, and if you really don’t want to play, this is your last chance. But just know that if this starts, there’s no playing games without consequences. You’ll get a safe word and the only way it ends is if you say that word.”
“What’s the word?” she squeaks.
I glance around, noticing the one decoration that’s made its way in here is a small bouquet of flowers. My eyes lock on hers once again. “Sunflower.”
Her face scrunches, and I wait for her to say the word immediately, but she doesn’t.
“You say it, everything stops. For good.”
She swallows roughly. “And if I don’t?”
“Then you’re mine to play with until you do.”
I count to five, waiting to see what she’s going to do. When she doesn’t do or say anything, I move quickly, not giving her anymore time to change her mind. I grab her hips, turning her around. She braces her hands on the wall, as I cage her in, covering her body with mine.
Pulling up her dress, I kick her feet apart and snake my hand between her thighs. She gasps when I make it to the wet fabric between them and tsk. “Don’t even try to deny how turned on you are when I can feel how dripping wet your cunt is for me.”
She whimpers quietly as I apply a small amount of pressure. I’m already impossibly hard. I press myself against her ass so she can feel me before moving the soaked fabric to the side, and slide my finger through her wetness, groaning into her ear.
“So soft, Angel, just like I remember.”
“Get off me,” she protests weakly. She knows how to makethis stop, she knows the single word she has to say, but she doesn’t.
“Aw, you don’t want me to touch your needy pussy? Don’t want me to make you feel as good as I did that first night?” I graze her clit lightly. “Tell me something, has anyone ever made you come like you did for me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she tries to sass, but the way her hips move against my hand, seeking more pressure, I can’t help but chuckle.
“Answer the question. I feel how badly you want to grind against my hand, but I’m not giving you anything unless you answer me.”
She lets out a frustrated cry. “No.”
I hum, dropping my mouth to where her neck meets her shoulder, sinking my teeth into the exposed skin there at the same time I thrust a finger into her, and she cries out. I clamp my hand over her mouth, muffling the noise so no one can hear us.
“Do you want to be caught? Because if you keep making noises like that someone is going to catch us. Bet they would love to see how hard you want to fuck yourself on my hand.”
She says something against my hand, but I can’t understand the muffled words.
“What’s that?” I taunt. “Do you need more?”
Without giving her a chance to respond, I push a second finger in alongside the first and she cries out again, rubbing her hips againstme.
“Do you have something else you want to say, Angel?” I take her earlobe between my teeth. She moans against my palm as my fingers fuck her, creating wet noises that sound so loud over the pounding in my ears.
