I close my eyes, fighting the urge to rear my elbow back and pummel him in the stomach. I need to play nice, but does that mean I have to just let him do what he wants? I didn’t think he wanted to touch me. Does a little black dress really have thatmuch power that he’s not actually repulsed by me right now? It does kind of hug me in all the right places.
I open my eyes back up and find him watching me. A heat pools in my belly under the weight of those green eyes. “And what do you want, Caden?” My voice is unrecognisable right now. Whispery and weak. I’m not even sure myself if it’s real or not.
His hands disappear underneath my dress, his palms coming to rest on the outsides of my thighs. “I want you to be good for me, Elodie. That’s all I want.”
“Does that mean letting you do what you want to my body without any fuss? Being a good girl and justtaking it?”
His fingers tense on my skin, digging in slightly as he pulls my hips back enough to press my ass against his obvious erection.
A gasp escapes me.
“You act like it’s such a punishment.” Caden’s nose disappears through my hair, tickling the shell of my ear. “You know I can make it good for you too.”
My legs start shaking and I know he can feel it. He strokes his palms across my thighs and grazes the sides of my ass cheeks. I gasp at such a gentle touch.
“Tell me, Elodie, did Alfie make it good for you?”
Fuck. Just the mention of what Alfie did to me has my pussy throbbing. It doesn’t help this moment is already tense and hot as fuck and I’m struggling to accept what Caden’s making my body feel.
“Yes,” I breathe, head tilting back to rest against his shoulder.
“You liked his tongue on your pussy?”
“Yes.”
His hands come forward this time, fingers curling into the insides of my thighs, nudging my pussy and making it ache. “You enjoyed riding his face, didn’t you?”
I nod against his neck, eyes practically rolling now as arousal consumes every part of me, body quickly growing weak.
He curves one hand between my thighs and cups my pussy, squeezing. I suck in air.
“What else did he do to you? Did he do this?” He presses two fingers harder on my pussy, circling them right on my clit through the flimsy fabric.
My eyes roll. “No.” The contact sends a gush of arousal through me, soaking this thong that’s not even been paid for yet.
His hand pulls away from me after only a moment, making me whimper from need. But it lands on the back of my neck, shoving me forward. I fold, my hands catching myself on the mirror.
“What about this?”
I peer into the glass, where Caden’s poised behind me, eyes locked on mine as he keeps his grip on my neck. His other hand goes between us, trailing my parting.
“No.” I whimper as his fingers nudge the strip of fabric to the side and trace my heated flesh. My heavy breaths fog up the mirror, clouding my vision of him.
“So wet, princess.” His fingers still tease along my parting, taunting me. “Is this for me, or remembering what Alfie did to this little cunt?”
I swallow hard, the ache between my legs becoming almost unbearable. It’s a loaded question. I don’t even think I know the answer myself. I’ve had nothing this past week. Alfie has stuck to his denial, I’ve been left to yearn for him to touch me once more. Fiz hasn’t bothered either, he sticks to his ass smacks and gropes. I’ve even found myself picturing all that unmarred skin on top of mine. Using all that carefully honed strength on me. I’m becoming desperate, longing for some sort of release that I feel miles away from. But for the first time in a week, I feel just minutes away from it.
A finger pokes at my entrance, stroking in a lackadaisical way that makes me want to scream.
“No answer? Still don’t want to tell me how hot I make you?” Caden goads.
Against my will, I push back against him, desperate for more. His finger slips inside. I moan quietly at the sensation. The relief is short-lived when he jerks his hand away, grabs my hip and thrusts against me. His hard cock slams into my sensitive, throbbing pussy, making me whimper. He presses himself against me, his cock strained against his trousers.
“You want this, Elodie? You want me?”
I’m on the edge of delirium. The word “yes” is right on the tip of my tongue. But I hold it in. I don’t respond, just silently beg that he won’t stop.
“You wanted this from Alfie, didn’t you?” He thrusts against me again.
