Once we're finished with dinner, we take our wine glasses to the living room and Dex peruses the bookshelves while I sit in front of the fire. It's starting to die, so I ask Dexter where the poker is after I add some logs.
"Should be in that wire basket," he says, but I tell him I can't see it. He furrows his brows. "Strange. Where else would it be?"
I shrug, but he's already distracted by the books again, and he brings back an older edition of George Orwell.
"Read Animal Farm yet?"
"No," I shake my head.
"You should." He deposits it in my lap and grins. "You'll like it. It's our kind of depressing."
The word our makes me needy for him to say it again, but I manage a smile instead and touch my fingertips to the book's cover. "I'll read it tonight."
"No, you won't."
My eyes shoot up and I stare at him with a questioning look. "What do you mean?"
"You're not reading tonight. We're doing something else."
"What's that?"
His eyes sparkle with mischief as he sets his wine glass down. "I'm going to have my way with you, and you're going to be too much of a mess to read a single sentence..."
13
Dexter
My promise hangs heavy in the air as Pandora watches me with anticipation. I'm going to take it slow, though. Now that I officially own her, I'm in no rush. In fact, I'm going to take my sweet time bending Pandora to my will. I'm going to torture her painfully slowly until she's begging for more.
But before I drag her to my bed, I want to get to know Pandora better.
"Tell me about your Wildwood family," I suggest.
"So different than the Oakes," she mutters. "They were warm. They loved me."
I nod. Can't really argue with that - the Oakes aren't a particularly warm or loving bunch of people. No one in Eden Falls is, not even Pandora.
"You had a sister, right?"
"Andromeda," she mutters. "Andie. She's my best friend."
"How long since you've seen her?"
"Years." She looks away, but the trace of tears in her eyes doesn't escape me. I'm half-tempted to reach forward and hug her, but I've been trained and taught not to give into the sign of a woman's weakness. Still, the temptation remains a pleasant sizzle in my heart, because I know I'll get to touch Pandora all I want soon.
"I want you to see her soon," I say. "I'll set something up."
Her eyes light up, but she tries to not look too excited. I know why. Because that murderous bastard Oakes would've dangled that opportunity in front of her only to yank it away the second he saw she actually wanted it. Piece of shit, that guy. He deserves to rot in hell, and if everything goes according to plan, he fucking will.
"Thank you, Dex," Pandora mutters now.
I feel the need to establish my dominance then, so I reach over to her and pull her onto my lap. She lets out a shocked little gasp that makes my dick twitch in my chinos. She straddles me, one leg on either side, her mouth dangerously close to mine.
"You're nothing like her," I mutter.
"Like who?" she whispers. "Lily Anna?"
I don't answer, instead allowing my fingers to sneak around her throat, holding her gently, but firmly in place.
"I thought I hated you because of that at first," I finally get out through gritted teeth. "Turns out, it's exactly what I needed. A little toy to hurt and torture and fuck all I want."
She flushes and tries to cover it up by turning away, but I don't let her, forcing her to look back at me. Her eyes are wide and scared and it makes me hard as fuck.
"Where am I going to sleep tonight?" she finally asks, and I smirk, lifting her from my lap. She giggles when I set her back down on the floor.
"Come with me," I suggest. "I'll show you."
She follows me up the stairs. My shoulders tense when we go past the hallway leading to Lily Anna's room, but surprisingly, my captive is quiet today, not making a single sound. I lead Pandora past the guest bedrooms to the master bedroom. A large four-poster mahogany bed stands in the center of the room.
"Isn't this your room?" Pandora wonders out loud as I lead her in.
"Our room," I correct her. "Of course, you'll be sleeping right here..." I tap the bench in front of the bed. "Unless you earn your place next to me."
"You're such a prick."
"And you love it."
"That's what I have you believe."
"Sure," I chuckle. "You're such a cute toy."
She seems to like this, though she does her best not to let it show. I close the door behind us and turn the key before pocketing it. Pandora looks frail and nervous next to my bed in her pristine jade green dress.
"Take it off." I motion to the dress, then point to her strappy wedges. "All of it. I want to inspect my property."
"I'm not-"
"Save it, toy," I growl. "Off. Now."
She regards me with cool hatred before starting to painfully slowly untie the bows resting on her shoulders. I watch the dress slide off with a cold expression firmly in place on my face. She steps out of the dress. There's no bra on beneath it, but she is wearing a pink cotton thong, and she takes that off too before untying her shoes. Finally, she stands before me completely naked, arms defensively crossed in front of her body.
"Lower your arms." She shakes her head no. "You want me to do it for you?" She looks at me with contempt. Rolls her eyes. Then finally puts her arms down. "Good toy."
"Don't call me that," she mumbles.
"Why not? You fucking love it." I motion to the bed. "Get on all fours. Ass toward me."
She flushes but obeys, probably having realized she has no choice in the matter. I stand behind her, placing a firm hand on the small of her back.
"Arch it, Pandora. I want a proper position. Your back arched. Ass up, face down."
I can feel the heat coming off her body, the desire to defy me, but she's smart enough not to. Instead, she lays her face down on the pillow, her cheek resting against the silk and her eyes tightly shut.
"Now let's see..." I tap my palm on her ass, making her flinch. "Which hole should I inspect first?"
"P-Please."
"Please what, toy?"
"Please don't... humiliate me."
"Why not?" I smirk. "It gets you so fucking wet... and I like that so very much."
She doesn't respond, just closes her eyes even tighter, I move to stand behind her, fingertips touching her puffy pussy lips, outlining the shape of her cunt. "Look at you, Pandora. Such a tight little pussy... They didn't even stretch you out properly like I do."
She whimpers and I take it as an invitation. Sliding my fingers into her wetness, I swipe them over her walls, filling her, forcing her apart so I can fit all four fingers in. This makes her cry out, but she thrusts her ass out at me the same time, which must be a good sign.
When I can tell she's getting desperate because her thighs are all sticky and wet, I remove my fingers, now lubed with her juices, and press them to the sensitive skin above her cunt.