“I get that you’re pissed off and you’re doing your little spoiled brat routine. Enough. I don’t care for it.”
“Yes, sir, or should it be yes, beast? What do you want me to say? Do you want me to be meek? Submissive? Are you going to threaten my friends again? What more do you want from me? It’s not enough that you want what’s mine, but what more can I possibly give you?”
She batted her eyelids, trying not to cry.
Her hands were curved into her body. She was tense in my grip. Seeing her like this, I didn’t know, it made me sick to my stomach, and I slowly let her go. She stepped back from me, and I gave her time to compose herself.
“We have an agreement.”
“I know.”
“Then tell me what happened.”
“It’s nothing.”
I slammed my palm on the counter. I was tired of being lied to. “Now!” She knew what I wanted.
“Stop it.”
“No. I’m not going to stop it. You’re going to tell me what the hell happened.”
“Nothing happened.”
I gripped the back of her neck and hauled her close to me. “Do I need to make you tell me?”
“You’re going to hit me again?”
“No, I can think of a lot of other satisfying ways of making you tell me.”
“Rape?”
“It’s not rape if you want it.” I didn’t know why I was getting so angry, but the rage consumed me.
Ashley licked her lips, her gaze looking deep into mine. I got the sense she wanted to say something. Nothing good could come between us right now.
She was breathing deeply, and the truth was I was ready to take her right there and then.
“Do you want to hurt me?” she asked.
“No.”
“Then let me go.”
She didn’t have the power here. I kept hold of her neck, keeping her in place so she knew what was good for her. I wasn’t going to let her go, not even for a moment. “No. You seem to be under the impression you’ve got power here. Do you want your friends to suffer?” She tried to pull away, but I wasn’t having that. I didn’t want her to go anywhere. The growl that emitted from her lips was full of frustration, anger, and pain.
I moved us both so she was pressed against my body and the kitchen counter. There was nowhere else for her to go. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter, holding on to it, likely thinking it would stop me from doing whatever the hell I wanted to.
It wouldn’t.
Nothing was going to stop me.
“You want to know what my problem is?” She paused, and I waited. “You. You and men like you. Caleb, Gael, Vadik, River, you, their fathers, Emily’s dad. All of you men who can play around with women’s lives. With their bodies. I’m angry at all of you, and then you think you can ask me if I’m happy, or if I want to go, and it’s like everything is okay, when it’s really not. Nothing is okay.” She pressed her lips together.
I didn’t know what to do or say. My body liked being pressed up against her. She had all the curves I craved.
Slowly, I let go of her neck and took a step back.
She didn’t move. Her hands kept a grip on the counter.
“I want you to take your clothes off and go and lie down on the sofa.”
She swiped at the tears she’d tried so hard to repress. There was anger and disappointment in them. I really didn’t give a fuck.
Following behind her, I watched as she removed her dress, dropping it to the floor. I bent, picked it up, and pressed it against my nose, breathing in the scent of her.
“And your panties and bra. Completely naked,” I said as she went to sit down.
With her back to me, she took care of her underwear, sliding it off and throwing it to the floor. This time with a lot more force.
I waited.
She sat on the sofa, trying to maintain her modesty.
My cock was aching to get out of the tight confines of my pants. I focused on her. “Lean back. Relax.”
“Like I can relax.”
I sat opposite her. “I won’t move from this spot.”
“Earl, I don’t want to do this.”
“Tough. Do as you’re told or I will come and do it for you.”
She sank her teeth into her top lip, and I waited.
I could do this all day, stare at a beautiful woman.
She finally did as I requested.
“Now, spread your legs.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I don’t joke around.” I was horny as fuck.
Again, I expected to wait, but this time, she spread her legs. There was a great deal of attitude in the way she moved, but I got what I wanted.
With my gaze still on hers, it took every single ounce of control not to blow just from looking at her. And I wasn’t even looking anywhere else than at her eyes.
“Lick your fingers.”
She wasn’t testing my patience anymore.
“Touch your pussy.”
This time, I followed the action of her hand as she slid it down her body, touching her pretty pink pussy.
She wasn’t as wet as I would have liked her to be, but I was a patient man. Most men would have torn through her virginity and taken what they want, discarding her. I wasn’t one to take this gift and discard it. There was pleasure in the buildup. In making her wait for it.
Ashley intrigued me.
Her sweetness. Her resolve. Even her loyalty to Emily. Determined to keep her friend safe when everyone else had her on the chopping block.
Then of course there was her virgin state, her body. She made me feel alive in ways I’d never felt.
Women were often a passing fancy. There were so many at my disposal, and I didn’t take the time to enjoy them.
She reached her pussy, her fingers grazing across the small nub of her clit. That one touch, and she arched up just a little. A single jolt of a reaction, but it was enough for me to want more.
Quickly, she pulled her hand away as if she had been scolded, and that simply wouldn’t do. Not for me.
“Touch your pussy. Stroke your clit.”
“I don’t know what your game is.”
“Have you ever thought, Ashley, that you just need to come?” I chuckled at the death glare she gave me. “You can hate me all you want, but it’s not going to stop the fact you’re going to be playing with your pussy until you come. The moment you stop, I’ll get my cock out, and I’ll find more ways to enjoy myself.”
She stroked her clit.
The inexperience of her touch was clear to see.
I wanted to taste her. To slide my tongue through her pussy and taste her exploding on my tongue. Instead, I held myself back, allowing her to become accustomed to her own touch. Waiting for the pleasure to take over.
Ashley kept closing her eyes. Only for a few seconds, but it was enough for me to know she felt the tension build. The desire curling within her gut. The deep-seated need to take what she wanted.
She was angry. Alone. Helpless. There was power inside her, and I wanted her to learn to tap into that, to be able to take what she wanted without thinking.
Seconds passed.
Minutes.
Finally, she sank against the sofa. Her head flung back, eyes closed as she rocked against her hand.
I allowed myself the pleasure of watching her. The way her cunt went slick. She was soaking wet as she released a moan. I wanted to hear my name on her lips, but I waited. This was about her.