He opens his mouth, like he’s about to ask me something else, but Pierre interrupts us. “Sir, that information you’ve been waiting for has come through.”
Lincoln stands, presses a tender kiss on my forehead and then goes into the house with Pierre. Like always, it’s the tenderness that unravels me. He cares for me, I know he does. So why won’t he touch me the way I want him to?
Lincoln didn’t come back to the garden after abruptly ending our confusing, and somewhat frustrating conversation. So I was left alone, once more, feeling wet and achy and needing some kind of relief. What was the point of him ordering me not to wear any panties if he wasn’t planningon touching me? He spoke about wanting unrestricted access, which was infuriating at the time, but I’ve done as he asked. I’ve sat beside him in the shortest of sundresses, like this white one I’m wearing today, and he still hasn’t touched me.
A flicker of something unfamiliar sparks inside me. What if I simply disobeyed him and wore some panties anyway? I’m sure he wouldn’t even notice, but oh, my, what if he does? Suppressing a smile, I head upstairs to my room to change for bed. A thrill of excitement skitters through me.
Is this what rebellion feels like? If it is, I think I like it.
Chapter 34
Lincoln
It has been four long and torturous days since I last touched her, at least touched her in the way I want to. And I’m on the brink of losing either my sanity or having a heart attack from the constant erections. Like an obedient little pet, she has followed my rule about no panties, and every day she grows a little more frustrated by my lack of interest in her. At least my apparent lack of interest. In truth, I’m feral to slide my hand beneath her clothes and feel her. To get my mouth on her. Sink my cock into her heavenly wet cunt.
One of us will surely break soon, and I hope it’s her or this will have been for nothing.
Today, she wore that white sundress that drives me crazy, and the amount of times she’s dropped something and bent over to pick it up is bordering on ridiculous. I jerked off in the downstairs restroom as soon as she was out of sight after the last one, and still it did nothing to curb my desire for her. Then I found her in the garden and she told me all about the book she was reading. The parallels between fiction and reality became a little too blurred for comfort. Not that our relationship is incestuous, but still... fuck me. And when the conversation turned to sex,it was a Herculean feat of willpower not to take her right there beneath the rosebushes.
I sit at the desk in the library, waiting for her to come in and pick up a new book to read before bed. When she enters the room, I keep my head bent low, pretending I’m focused on my work, but from the corner of my eye I catch the distinct outline of her panties against the thin material of her oversized T-shirt. It takes every single ounce of restraint I possess not to smile with triumph. Hell, I’m filled with so much relief I’m close to breaking into fucking song.
“Imogen?” I call her name as she passes straight by my desk.
“Yes, sir?” She bats her eyelashes, feigning her innocence. There she is, the sassy little brat I’ve been desperate to meet again.
“Come here.”
She walks over to stand beside my desk. My palm twitches with anticipation as I reach out and slide my hand up the outside of her thigh, until I reach the soft cotton underwear.
Her breath hitches.
“Did you ask my permission to wear these?”
She presses her lips together and shakes her head.
“Then why are you wearing them, angel?”
Her mouth remains firmly closed. I’m guessing she didn’t think her plan through to its entirety and is currently questioning the wisdom of her decision. If only she knew this was the choice she was always supposed to make. Currently, my cock is hard as iron and I’m almost drooling with the prospect of how I’m going to punish her.
“Give me the truth, Imogen,” I command.
She tips her jaw a little, some of that defiance I crave spilling out. “I wore no panties for four days and you didn’t seem to notice.”
I roll my chair a little closer, guiding her between my spread thighs. “I noticed.”
“You didn’t even touch me once, so I thought maybe you wouldn’t care if I wore panties or not.”
I run my hands up the back of her legs and cup her ass, pulling her toward me. “If I didn’t care, then I would have told you the rule was no longer in place, would I not have?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“For future reference, Imogen, if I make a rule, I expect it to be adhered to. I will advise you if the rules change.”
She shuffles her feet, awkwardly. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Are you?”
Her eyes narrow a little. “Yes.”
