“So you didn’t pull this little stunt to get a reaction from me? To get my attention?”
I study her face intently. I know she hates to be accused of lying, but is she capable of lying to my face? I suspect she could if she needed to, no matter how uncomfortable it might make her. And I don’t hold that against her, it’s simply a tool in her arsenal, one she would have needed had she not ended up here with me. “Maybe I did,” she whispers.
The truth then. I stand and yank her closer until her body is flush with mine. Her pupils blow wider. “If you want my attention, angel, all you need do is ask for it. With your words, and not by flashing me your bare ass when you bend over.”
Her cheeks tinge a light pink.
“And now you’ll need to be punished for breaking my rules.”
A shudder runs through her body, and whether it’s from excitement or fear I cannot entirely tell. While she should fear me, it’s not for the reasons she thinks. I glide a hand over her ass and rest it on the small of her back. “I would never harm you, Imogen. You have no need to ever be afraid of any punishment from me. Understand?”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
I scoop her into my arms and carry her up to her bedroom.All the while, she clings to me, the pulse fluttering in her neck, her breathing shallow and fast. And when I toss her into the middle of her bed, she lets out a tiny squeal that sings to my soul.Thatwas pure and unguarded. All her. Everything I want her to be, slipping out in a moment of connection.
“Take off your clothes,” I order.
She bites her lip while she obeys my order, giving me a striptease. My mind can’t help but wander to dark places. Is that something else shelearnedfrom Larissa? Something to please her buyer? So I don’t enjoy it as much as I should. Still, my cock is aching to be set free by the time she’s done. That’s all because of her naked body and the thought of what I’m about to do to her rather than her little show though.
She stares up at me expectantly, waiting for further instructions, her breath coming in uneven pants. “Turn over. I want you on all fours with your pretty ass in the air and your legs wide. Show me what I own, angel.”
She hesitates for a few seconds, and I like it. That’s my girl, right there in the pauses. In the uncertainty and confusion. That’s the Imogen I want to tease out, to tempt and frustrate and push to the edge, until the passive little pet who I refuse to trust is all gone.
Slowly she slithers onto her belly and then pushes herself up onto all fours, sticking her perfect peach of an ass in the air for me and spreading wide, until her pink pussy, already glistening with her arousal, is on full display. I clamp down on my lip to stop myself from groaning with appreciation.
Slowly, I take off my clothes, prolonging her torment. The sound of my belt buckle makes her visibly tremble, and my zipper sliding down has her whimpering. Holy fuck this is torturous holding myself back from her, but it’s exquisite torture. By the time I crawl onto the bed and kneel between her spread legs she’s practically vibrating with anticipation. I deliver a sharp smackto her ass that makes her squeak. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but enough to leave my red handprint on her creamy skin. I store the mental image for later.
Before she can ask for more, I slide a finger through her slick folds. “Already wet for me, angel?”
“Yes, sir,” she whines.
“You want my hands on you? You want my cock in your tight little cunt?” I push a finger inside her snug heat and her back bows.
“Y-yes!”
I lean over her, lips brushing against her ear. “You’re going to get it, baby. Over and over again.”
She smiles and I rest my lips on her temple while I play with her pussy, curling my finger inside her the way she likes while I tease her needy clit. I bring her to the edge.
And then I leave her there.
She whines with frustration until I drive my cock inside her, holding on to her hips while I bottom out. She cries out, the pain taking a little edge off her pleasure, enough to allow me to fuck her hard for a few minutes before she’s teetering on that edge again.
I stop before we both come, easing my cock out of her trembling pussy. I give her another sharp smack before sinking back in. She moans, part ecstasy part she-hates-my-guts. Her pussy walls contract around my length, milking the precum from my crown. I collect some of her arousal with the tip of my pointer finger and circle her asshole. “I’m going to take you here when you’re ready.”
I inch the tip inside her, just enough for her to feel the burn. She cries out, throwing her head back and bucking her hips, chasing the orgasm I’m not going to allow her. Holding her still with my free hand, I drive my hips once more and empty my release inside her, roaring out my relief as I do.
She’s trembling, filled with a desperate need to come. “I’m sorry, Lincoln,” she whimpers. “Please?”
I slide my spent cock out of her and watch my cum drip from her pink pussy entrance. Then I lean over her, pressing her flat to the bed with my weight. “I know you are, baby, but we’re only just getting started.”
Chapter 35
Imogen
Every single cell in my being is screaming for relief. My body feels like it’s trying to claw its way from my insides out. I’m trembling. Shaking. Crying. Delirious with need and frustration.
I beg him over and over and he refuses to take pity on me. Instead he sinks his fingers and then his cock into me, over and over and over again. Relentless and persistent. We’re both covered in sweat. His cum is dripping out of me. I’m slick with my own arousal as he continues to bring me to the edge of oblivion time and time again without letting me fall. Keeping me dangling on the edge of that sweet precipice of release.
