Each time his thick hand connected with my ass cheek, I longed for him to dip his fingers lower, to ease the throbbing sensation not only gathered on my ass cheeks but in my core too. But he didn’t, and while he dresses all this up as punishment, especially coming over my face, I can’t deny how much I craved a release too, only to be left unfulfilled and raw.
“You’re quiet,” he says as we pull onto our street, and I remain tight-lipped, but I deliver him a death glare that should say it all. Though when he throws his head back on a loud laugh, I want to punch him in his throat. See who needs aftercare then.
I sit forward when I realize we have a guard on the gate of our property. “Where did this come from?” I point in the direction of the gatehouse.
“Storm Enterprises.”
“Huh?”
“A security service I have a contact in common with.”
My mouth gapes open.
Not once have we had security like this, not even after… I shake my head, refusing to go there.
“Has there been a threat?” I ask, and my heart begins to race.
He scans my face before pulling to a stop outside the mansion.
Then his finger strokes my cheek in a tender action I’m unaccustomed to, and I find myself leaning into his touch. “No. It’s all just a precaution, with your father spending so much time away from here. Besides, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
The air between us thickens, and my eyes dart to his lips. Then, when I look into his hazel eyes, he’s focusing on my lips too.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper.
He drops his finger, severing the feeling growing inside me, the atmosphere between us, and the connection I seem to crave.
“Go inside, Little Brat.” His voice is velvety, almost like a plea. This time, I do as I’m told, but I don’t want to.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MASSIO
The next few days, she avoids me whenever possible, and though I’m grateful for her compliance, I have to admit, I feel a smidgen of disappointment at how easily she gave up her fight against me.
My alarm goes off beside me, but I’m already awake. How the fuck can I sleep when my cock is perpetually rock hard? A heavy groan leaves me, and I drag my feet over the side of the bed. There’s no way I’m going to be able to piss with my rock-hard cock. Nope, first and foremost, I need to come.
A deep exhale leaves me, and I scrub a hand over my face. I should make her choke me down, punish her for my lack of sleep, but as I glance at my clock, I know I’d struggle to stick to my routine. Instead, I head downstairs with only one thought in mind—I need an alternative way to tame my little brat.
I head straight for the refrigerator and pull out the fresh fruit and place them on the counter. My cock is throbbing at the thought of relieving myself in this way, and excitement rushesthrough me at the prospect of her being completely unaware of my plan.
Jesus, I’m fucked up.
But something tells me she is too.
I pull my knife from my pocket and dice the strawberries, followed by the blueberries, then finally the apples. Each slice through the fruit has my cock leaking a little more with the anticipation of what’s to come. Delight rips up my spine when I imagine her drinking the smoothie down and licking those pouty lips clean while my cum settles inside her. She’ll be walking round school all day unaware of my existence within her, and soon enough, I’ll invade every hole to mark her as mine.
As soon as I’m finished with the last piece of fruit, I fumble with my shorts, then I slide my hand inside and release my thick cock. It slaps against my abs and leaves a sticky trail of pre-cum. I have the urge to demand Thea to come down and clean up the mess her petulance has created.
Wrapping my fist around my length, I pump it to ease the ache that’s been there since the moment I laid my head on my pillow last night.
Fuck, that feels good.
It’d feel even better if her tongue was dipping into my slit and licking the tip clean for me… Hell yes.
Each pump of my cock has me groaning. “That’s it, Little Brat. Lick me clean,” I grit out, closing my eyes.
The thought of her on her knees and playing with her tits has me grunting with the speed of my fist pumping, so slickness slides down my length and over my fingers as I imagine it being her spittle. “You’re a messy girl,” I grunt, remembering my hot, white cum splashed on her innocent face, covering her chest.
