She’s getting a little salty now. It’s a good sign. It means she’s coming around.
“Yep.” I cross my arms and lean against the glass on the outside.
Amara reaches out, grabs me by the shirt, and yanks me into the shower with her.
“Oops…” she echoes with a sassy little smile.
I am not amused.
I am, however, hard as a fucking statue.
I wrap my arm around her and pull her against me hard. The water is hot now and steam is swirling in the air around us.
“Do you think you’re cute?”
“Doyouthink I’m cute?”
I reach down and press my finger hard against her clit. Amara gasps, arching into me.
“Fuck,” she lets out.
“You are a pain in my ass.” I slide my finger down the length of her and stop at her slit. “And you will be taught a lesson.”
“Ransome—” Amara starts to protest, but when I shove my finger up inside her, the only thing that comes out of her mouth is a gasp.
“Jesus…”
“Can’t save you,” I finish the sentence. Then I drive my finger deeper. “You went out last night,”
“Yes…” she moans as I thrust in and out.
“You wore that skanky little dress.” I curl my finger inside her.
“Ahh…Yes. Yes I did.”
“Who were you trying to impress?”
“No one.”
I stop moving my fingers. With my free hand, I grab one of her tits, hard.
“Who were you trying to impress?” I demand again. My thumb swirls around her nipple before flicking it.
“No one,” she gasps. “I just want to go out.”
I flick her nipple again, curling my finger inside her. “Do I not give you enough?”
“You do.”
“Do I not treat you well enough?” I ask with another flick to the nipple and finger-thrust.
“You do.”
“Are you going to be a good girl then?” I ask.
She nods violently. “Yes. Always.”
“Who do you belong to?” I let go of her breast and grab her face, forcing her to look up at me.
