“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, and she bites her lip.
I'm fully secured within the strap on and for some reason I'm not nervous, not at all. I cannot wait to feel this toy rocking into my cunt as I fuck Adaline with it.
Clearly, neither can she, because she leans forward to envelop her lips with mine, but I move back instantly. I want to kiss her—I always do—but right now I want to do something else.
“What's wrong?”
Stop pouting, it does things to me.
“Alex.” The name leaves my mouth disdainfully and she raises an eyebrow for me to continue. “Were you gonna…suck his dick tonight?”
I feel bile and fury rising up my throat just at the thought of it, especially as Adaline stands in front of me with a sly smirk on her face.
“Yes.”
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I can see in her eyes that she's trying to provoke me and its working. I cannot even decipher the pang that hits my chest because the pure fury rattling my bones hurts more. I should leave this room right now.
I should walk out of here and find Alex…hunt him down. I should tear out his eyes so he isn't able to lay them on Adaline ever again, break his hands so he can never touch her again. I should destroy him.
Instead, I look down at the toy harnessed to me and back at Adaline, who's just watching me with that smirk still on her face.
“How about you get on your knees and suck mine instead?”
If I can't kill Alex, I can surely punish Adaline. It's not to be mistaken as a request, I'm ordering her to do something and in usual Adaline fashion…she is being a brat.
She hums in a mocking tone. “I don't think it's as big as his, I'll pass.”
As if it's a reflex, my hands have instantly pulled her down to her knees, like she's the lightest human in the world. She gasps looking up at me in shock and intrigue, but she doesn't move a single inch.
“Shut the fuck up.” I grit the words out, looking down at her. “If you ever mention him again, I will fucking ruin him.”
She just smirks up at me. “Who? Alex—”
I reach out my hand instantly wrapping it around her nimble neck and once again she gasps in shock. I feel her lean into my touch and I grasp her neck a little tighter. This feels so perfect, like my hands were made for this.
“Safe word?” I ask seriously, running my fingers up and down her neck.
Her expression tells me that she is absolutely revelling in it and she looks so good like this; my hands around her pretty little neck, on her knees for me. I never knew a sight like this could make me so unbearably wet but it has.
“Stethoscope.”
I roll my eyes at her adorable and somewhat obvious answer. “Of courses it is.”
She sticks her tongue out at me mockingly before asking, “Yours?”
“Stop.”I'm a simple girl.
“Very creative.”
“Why don't you use that bratty little mouth for something better?” I say pulling her closer by her neck, to the tip of my…for lack of a better term…cock.
“Why don't you fucking make me.” She grits back, and I see that fire back in her eyes.
“Open that fucking mouth.” I order angrily and grip her throat tighter and begrudgingly her mouth opens.
“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop,” I say gently and she just nods in response, a gentle smile tugging at her open mouth.
