She’s gone limp, docile to me. That low moan makes me ache to rip off her pants and pleasure her. Her head shakes and I laugh. Of course, this girl would love me spanking her ass.
“Well, then.” Releasing her mouth, I get off her and kick her legs further apart so I can stand closer to her. Othella’s head turns and she looks at me over her shoulder. I can see the want, but there’s fear there as well.What the hell?
“Wh-what are you going to do?” Her bottom lip trembles. Fuck, she really is scared. I want to demand to know who hurt her, but I don’t. The need to seduce the answers out of her is driving me wild.
Running my hands along her thighs, I analyze how to continue. My damn dick needs relief, but I’m not ready to give in to her. The drive to get the information feeds into me more.
“Whatever I want,” I growl. She blushes, and it endears me to her.
“But…” Her words fail her as I run a finger along her pants, directly across her pussy. “Oh!”
“Yes, be a good ladybug.” I do it again and her hips buck. Those littleohsare sexy, and I plan to have her screaming shortly. She whimpers for me and tries to get more friction from my finger. I back up. “Tell me, why does your mother not want you here?”
Othella’s head falls to the bed as her hips go back down. A look of defeat replaces the pleasure, and she glares over at me. “Because I’m adopted. My father loved my brother and me so much, and it made Mother extremely jealous. Of us.”
Well, fuck me. That was not what I was expecting. My hands grip her ass, and she wiggles into my touch. “Why are you scared of Clyde?”
Othella stiffens, and the room drops in temperature as she glares at me. What the hell? “Tell me,” I demand. The brat turns around and tries to roll away from me. That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. In fact, I thought maybe it was because of her mother. There’s something major here and I will get to the bottom of it.
“I know you are ignoring me.” I grab her and pin her down with my arm on her back. My other hand yanks on her pants and panties until her bare ass is in view. It’s a damn fine ass, too. “You have till the count of three to give me the information I want, or I’m going to spank you until your ass is bruised.”
“I don’t think you will.” I’ve given her no indication that I won’t follow through with my threat, yet she challenges me. Without warning, I spank her. My hand comes down ten times before I stop. She’s howling and tears are on her red face. Othella looks at me, sniffling.
“Want to try that again?” Here’s to hoping she won’t push it further.
“I want an orgasm,” she demands in a petulant tone. Oh, my ladybug does enjoy some pain. Her pussy is glistening with need. I could be the nice guy and give her the orgasm, but I won’t.
I chuckle and step away from the bed. “As soon as you tell me what I want to know, I’ll give you that orgasm.” With that, I leave her on the bed, ass exposed and needing something from me.
Yet somehow, I feel as if I’m the one in need and if I don’t get what I want, I may bust. Othella screams obscenities as I think of how I’m going to proceed from here.
The screaming stops eventually,and I smile. Othella isn’t going to be an easy mark. A gleeful joy fills me at the thought of how she’s making me work for the answers I want. That’s alright, I’m prepared to make her work for that orgasm in return. Now, if I could just get my dick to agree with me waiting a little bit longer. There’s too much at stake to jump into a rash moment of pleasure. I need to know what’s happened to my ladybug.
In the time it’s taken her to be quiet, I’ve baked cookies and made peppermint hot chocolate. I’m hoping this will make her feel better and see that while I have kidnapped her and am blackmailing her, I’m not the enemy here.
Opening the door, I pick the tray up off the table and walk into the bedroom. “You know, there’s two more days until Thanksgiving.”
“Who the hell cares?” she fires back at me immediately.
“I see the time in here still has not done anything for your behavior.” I tsk and set the tray down on the floor. Looking around the room, I make a mental note to make this place homier for us. Us? Shit, I’m a goner and I know it. Might as well accept it.
“Get these cuffs off me. My arms and shoulders are burning.” Othella isn’t giving up. She clearly doesn’t believe I’m a real threat. It’s a good thing, too, because I’m not.
Damn it, though. I’m in charge here.
“I’ve got fresh-baked cookies here. If you are a good ladybug, I’ll take the cuffs off and you can have some cookies.”
Othella’s stomach growls, and a big smile forms on my lips. She’s hungry, and honestly, the first step in my interrogation is to bribe her with food. It’s the only way I know she’ll talk. However, when she turns away from me, I see stars. I have found what turns my mean switch on faster than anything: being ignored by my ladybug.
Chapter Nine
The longer thecookies are around, the louder my stomach gets. I can’t ignore my need to eat, but I don’t want to give in to Noah. If I can outplay him, he’ll tire of me. Like everyone else in my life. Hate for my weakness runs through me, but hope fills my heart when I think Noah may be different.
He grips my hair and forces me to look at him. Those brown eyes of his look at me with no disdain or irritation.Can I trust Noah?Will he hurt me like all the others?So many questions are running through my head. It’s dizzying to think that he would hurt me or worse, be like Clyde in any way. I’m nervous about trusting Noah. I mean can you blame me? I’ve trusted someone once before and they destroyed me.
“Don’t be stubborn. If you want to lie to me, fine, but don’t try to purposefully harm yourself. I can hear your stomach growling.” He rubs his hand along my body, making me weak with the need for his touch. I want to curse him, but something deep inside of me enjoys knowing he’s here.
His concern makes me flush with emotions. Noah caring for me is doing weird things to my mind and heart. He’s kidnappedme and, technically, is blackmailing me to give him what he wants. He’s not the good guy I want him to be. Yet here he is telling me to eat.
