“Yes.”
I walk around and face her, loving how her eyes light up with passion and spark with need. A small but teasing smile creeps along my face. My little pet is hungry for me to feast on her. I sit down on the lawn chair and grab her hips, pulling her into me. She squeals at my sudden movement and bites the inside of her cheek to keep quiet as I bring her sweet pussy to my face. One lick is all it will take. I doubt she makes it thirty seconds before begging to come all over my tongue.
I do what I’ve been craving to do and suck her sweet juices, licking at her warmth, my tongue getting lost inside her. God, she tastes divine. She’s so tight. I can’t imagine how good she’s going to feel struggling to fit around me. I continue to lap at her, my tongue filling her, thrusting in and out. I need to slow down. My control is starting to slip. Her heavy breaths have me rock hard in my slacks, but with each lap, each punch of my tongue, she stays standing. I become frustrated she hasn’t tapped out, so I take it up a notch and push two fingers inside her.
Her gravelly moan is like music to my ears. So needy and desperate.
“Is this what you want, little bird?” I purr against her flesh.
“Yes,” she moans. Her hands reach for my head, threading through my hair. I should stop. Scold her for touching me without permission. She’s out of place. I should punish her for that, but I can’t stop enjoying the feel of her fingers grazing along my scalp as her hips move against my mouth. I snap, sliding a third finger inside her. Fuck, she’s so wet. Her walls begin to squeeze around my hand. That’s when I pull out and push away from her.
“Wha—What are you doing?” she pants.
“This isn’t about what you want, little bird. It’s about what I want. And I want you to come when I say.”
God, she’s stunning. Flushed and confused. I want to take her. Gag and fuck her into oblivion. The way she stares at me, I fight not to push her to the ground and fill her mouth with my cock, choking her until tears cascade down her beautiful face.
Heath is going to fucking kill me. But at least I’ll go to hell with the sweet taste of her still on my tongue.
I stand. “Climb on the chair, pet. Kneel for me.”
Such a good little girl doing as she’s told. I grab for her bathing suit top and tie her wrists together behind her back. I walk around, and this time, take the pleasure of enjoying her tits. I cup her breast, my index finger and thumb massaging her nipple. Then I pinch hard. There’s nothing more rewarding than the vocal moan that falls off her tongue. There’s no stopping myself as I lean forward, wrapping my mouth around her. My tongue circles around her nipple until I can’t take it anymore and bite down harder.
“Gabriel,” she cries. I give her what she wants and use my tongue to soothe the mark I left. An unfamiliar shift happens inside of me—and I don’t like it. I’m starting to lose grip on my control. And fast. I grab her other breast and inflict just as much pain as I do pleasure. Fuck. I want to hurt her. Fuck her. Subdue her.
I shouldn’t be this rough with her, but the way she’s breaking me down angers me.
“Your pain is my pleasure, pet. How far will you let me violate you until you’ve had enough?”
I bask in the musical sound of her arousal as she pants. “I’m not going to tell you to stop if that’s what you’re thinking.”
I reach between her legs, pushing three fingers inside her. I power in and out of her, the sound of her wet pussy pushing me over the edge.
“Stop trying to be brave, pet. You’re not made for a man like me.” I thrust harder and faster, taking my aggression out on her warmth. “Tell me you can’t take any more.” The longer it takes for her to back down, the angrier I become. “Tell me to stop, pet.”
“I won’t,” she moans, thrashing over my knuckles, taking each painful assault. “I know what I want. Stop being a coward and fuck me already. I’m a big girl. I know exactly what I want.”
I rip my fingers out and back away from her so fast, she almost tumbles off the chair. A bead of sweat forms on my forehead. I’ve never allowed myself to become this out of control.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Without another glance, I turn on my heel and leave.
Hazel
“Thanks for everything, Dad.” I go in for a hug, and he welcomes me with open arms. I can’t believe I’m actually here. College! We spent the entire day moving me in. Violet, my new roommate, seems pretty cool, and I’m looking forward to this new journey.
“Anything for you, baby girl. Promise me you’re still not mad at me?” I want to be upset with him for once again choosing work over me. He promised me his full attention the last weekend I was home, and like so many other times, he broke it.
“I told you. I forgive you. And it’s not like you won’t make it up to me with the credit card you gave me.”
He pulls away. “That’s for emergencies, Hazel.”
I laugh. “I know, Dad. I’m kidding.” Violet walks in, and my dad steps away.
“Hey, Dad’s done. He’s gonna take off. Wanna go check out the quad and get some dinner?” She nods and smiles back. “Cool. Sounds great. Nice meeting you, Mr. Winters.”
“Please, call me Heath,” Dad says, politely shaking her hand.
A few short beats pass before Violet nervously pulls away and addresses me. “Yep. Sounds good. Great. Nice meeting you. I’ll just be down the hall.” And then hurries out of our room.
“She seems nice, right?”
Dad clears his throat. “Yeah.” He grabs me back in his arms. “Going to miss you, kiddo.”
“Dad, I’ll be home before you know it. You probably won’t even notice I’m gone.” I feel bad the second the comment leaves my lips.
“Hazel,” he pulls me away from his chest, “I’m going to notice every second the house is no longer filled with your laughter and beautiful smile. It’s going to be extremely lonely. I may even make Gabriel move in with me to keep me company.”
The mention of Gabriel sends a tremor of anger down to my toes. The way he left me, bound and bare, overheated and aching. It took me a few minutes before I realized he wasn’t coming back. He didn’t walk into the house for any reason other than to abandon me. When I came to my senses, anger tore through my core, and the tears began to fall. How could he have left me like that? I was embarrassed and ashamed. He didn’t want me. He didn’t even care enough to tell me. To let me down gently. Anything would have been less humiliating. “Hey, I’m kidding. He and I wouldn’t last a day. He’s too damn controlling.”
“Oh, and you’re not?”
Dad laughs. “Exactly. Listen, promise me you’ll behave. Study and focus on school. You’re not here to party and meet boys.”
I roll my eyes. “Dad, it’s college. Those things all go hand in hand.”
“Not for you. If I hear anything fishy, I’m slashing throats and pulling you out of school. Understand?”
Geez, maybe my dad does have bigger control issues than Gabriel. A man I once lusted over. A man I now despise. “Fine. I’ll be on my best behavior.”