Those two words are a reckoning, and my hand slips from his neck as he falls to his knees in front of me. He grasps my ankles, sliding his palms beneath the hem of my dress and pulling it up my legs, revealing my skin inch by inch. I shiver when his tongue swipes his bottom lip, the ball of his piercing gliding across his mouth, curious how it’d feel against my own flesh.
“Why?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer until his hands are at my hips, my body bared to him, his gaze fixated on the center of my legs, only covered now by a sinful strip of black lace, that I know he can see has been soaked through.
“Kissing you will kill me.” Finally, his eyes flit to mine, lust-laced and starved. “And I’m not ready to go yet, not before I get another taste of your hot little cunt. Not before I give you your thorough punishment for fucking with me tonight.”
19
VICE
“ACQUAINTED” - THE WEEKND
A whimper escapes my mouth,my toes curling at his obscene language, my core clenching around nothing—desperate for him.
“I never could get this out of my head,” he murmurs, fingers dancing across my skin until he reaches the apex of my thighs. He slides his thumb through my slit, cursing at the wetness, before pressing it to my clit and moving in tight circles.
My head falls back against the glass, back arching into his touch.
He takes his time, torturing and tormenting me until I’m writhing.
“Do you see how it feels, Elena?” He moves a finger to the crease between my thigh and pelvis, slipping beneath the hem of my panties and pulling them aside. “To have something you want so desperately, and watch it hover just out of your reach.”
I low moan escapes my lips, followed by a strained, “Fuck you.”
All too quickly, his hand is gone, I’m hauled off the counter and flipped around. My dress is hiked above my hips, and a resounding slap echoes throughout the bathroom just a secondbefore a flaming sting flashes across my ass. I jolt forward, but his grip on my hips holds me in place as I struggle beneath them.
“Don’t be a brat.”
“August.” His name rips from my throat on a growl.
“That’s better. Say my name.” He snakes an arm between my legs, roughly spreading them open. “Fuck. These thighs. This ass.” He dips into the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my legs until they bind at my ankles. “And your pussy—pretty as ever.”
I clench at his words, my core flooding with arousal. My eyes are screwed shut, unwilling to face my own reflection in the mirror. Unwilling to address the lust I’d find in my gaze.
“Do you want me to touch your pretty pussy, Elena? Should I check to see if it’s weeping for me?”
Some sound leaves my lips, but it’s not an admission. I’ll never say the words out loud to him, but I respond with a shallow nod.
He slips his hand between my aching thighs, and my entire body trembles as his fingers meet my flesh, parting me open and brushing over my soaked center. The pad of his thumb makes contact with my clit again, moving in delicate circles that do nothing but tease me further.
I buck my hips in a desperate search for sensation.
“Look at this greedy cunt, so wet for me.” He moves down, barely slipping one finger inside me. Just enough to put me on edge, but so far from providing what he knows I need from him.
I press into him, attempting to force his finger farther, but he pulls back just as much. His palm smacks across my ass again, causing me to jump and moan as the burn rages through me. “Use your words, Little Vice. Ask me for it.”
A mix of frustration, humiliation, and pure need expands inside me, causing a broken whimper to leave my mouth.
August places his thumb back on my clit, moving faster, causing that spark to ignite low in my belly. My legs tremble as he whispers against my flesh, “Say: ‘Daddy, I need you to eat my needy cunt. Please, let me come.’”
“Never,” I bite out on a moan as his thumb speeds up, sending fire through my blood and shockwaves through my body.
He stops suddenly, and another cry of frustration leaves me.
“I have no problem teasing you until you’re a withered puddle on this bathroom floor. I’ll keep you here all night, drenched and leaking down your legs.” His thumb continues again, mouth hovering just over my ass, breath hot against my skin. “Or, you can beg me for what you so desperately crave, and I’ll show you just how much you’ve missed me.”
“August,” I groan.
