Her eyes widen as she watches me and I step back just a bit in order to drop my free hand to her thigh. I trail my fingers upwards, slowly, meticulously. Feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingertips. Her breaths pick up speed again, and her hips instinctually move towards my hand as I touch her. Fuck, she wants this. Even when she’s trying to be polite and kind and good.
She’s bad.
“I brought something for you,” I say quietly, as my teeth graze against her jaw and I force her head to the side. “Stay quiet and I’ll give it to you.” I release my grip over her mouth and slip my hand into my back pocket, feeling for the little gift I’ve brought my girl.
“What?” she whispers, but as her eyes drop to watch my hand, I reach over and flick the lights off so that we’re thrown into darkness. My hand falls between us, on her stomach, over the thin fabric of her sexy, velvet dress. My thumb presses against the small button on the side and the little toy comes to life against her body. She gasps, a small whimper leaving her lips as the vibrations work through her flesh.
So, I move my hand lower, dragging the bullet down her body until it’s hovering over her lower stomach.
“Ruby,” she speaks my name like she’s begging for it. Or maybe she’s asking me to stop, I’m not sure. But if she thinks she’s getting away from me now, she’s so incredibly incorrect. “Oh, fuck.”
I drag it lower, keeping it pressed against her body through her dress. Teasing her, tempting her, reminding her who truly owns her in this. I’m the only one who lights her on fire like this.
“I hate him for even speaking to you…” I grind out through my teeth while my free hand slides to the back of her thigh. I pull her legs apart just a bit and brush my lips against hers briefly while I speak. “For looking at you like he was.”
She leans forward, seeking my lips with hers, looking for that connection to be made between us. But I pull back quickly, refusing to give it to her yet. I like drawing this out, working her up until she’s begging for it.
“Do you think anyone else could fuck you like I do?” My voice grows a bit louder, but the growl in my tone is more evident than the volume. My shoulders are tense and my body is dripping with need for her. My pussy is wet and pulsing with each beat of my fucking heart while I torture the both of us. This is just as painful for me as it is for her, but lucky for us—I enjoy the sting of delayed releases.
“No,” she replies, her tone falling into a moan while I grip the hem of her dress and drag it up her thighs. “Never. No one knows me like you do, Ruby. No one touches me like you do.”
I smile against her lips while she inhales a heavy, ragged breath. Finally, giving her what she needs when I press the bullet against her clit at the same time I claim her mouth with my own. We move with each other. My body rolling against hers while my thigh presses against her pussy. I grip the back of her neck while shift together, pressing so completely against each other. Like we can’t get enough of this, of our connection, of our bodies finally giving into what we need from one another.
“Fuck, please,” she begs while her entire body melts and unravels at its seams. She’s falling apart, in all of the best ways, and I fucking love holding onto her in these moments. Controlling her need for release, her pleasure, only giving it to her when she fucking deserves it. Once she’s worked for it.
Suddenly, she’s moving her hips against the toy, fucking it while I hold it in my hand. She’s working herself closer to her release, seeking it out rather than receiving it like a good fucking girl.
Always so bad.
I pull it away just as quickly and flip her around in the same moment so that her chest is pressed tightly against the door and I’m crowding her from behind. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Vibe Girl?” I bite the words out against her ear, just as my hand snakes around her throat from in front of her.
I pull her back, so that she’s arched against me and her ass rolls across my pussy. “How dare you assume you can get off whenever you’d like to?”
She groans in frustration, but I don’t miss the way her hand subtly drops in front of her, her fingers slipping in between her legs and against the door. I scoff, genuinely surprised at how much she’s pushing back tonight. But then again, she’s always enjoyed being a brat. Being punished for rebelling.
My grip tightens on her throat while my other hand yanks her dress up and over her ass. She’s wearing a black, lace thong underneath, which is already askew from how I’ve been playing with her. So, I make it quick as I drop the vibrating bullet between her thighs, slipping it against her clit while she moans loudly. Her face pressed against the door almost painfully while she whimpers. I release my hold on her neck for a moment and drop my fingers to glide through her pussy momentarily. I want her on my skin, her wetness soaking my flesh in the ways her sounds breach my blood. The toy lays against her clit while I slide inside of her and she arches even farther, pushing herself against my hand while I fuck her.
She’s getting close, moving nearer to her release while her hushed breaths turn into uncontrollable moans. “More,” she begs, and I slip another finger inside of her while becomes impossibly wetter against my hand. God, she’s fucking dripping. Her arousal coats her thighs while I work inside of her. “Yes, fuck, yes. Nova.”
Nova. My birthname. The one I avoided telling her for so long because of what it meant to me. It means so much more now, a transformation. She knows that. So, when she uses it like this, like a fucking plead and search of more, I fucking lose myself over it. I lean farther against her, brushing my lips against hers while I fuck her harder. “Aura,” I say breathlessly, working myself up just as much as I’m working through her. Watching her, hearing her, feeling her this turned on is everything I fucking need to get off on my own.
Her moans grow louder, and she steps closer to her own release. It’s when I know I have to slow things down, because she always has to be reminded of who she belongs to. “I’ll let you come, Vibe Girl.” I say, just as I pull myself free of her pussy and wrap the same hand around her face, covering her mouth and stifling her moans. She can taste herself on my skin, her cum on my fingers so that she knows exactly what I fucking do to her. How I fucking own her.
I slide the bullet back and slip it inside of her, letting it vibrate for a few moments as she writhes and moves against it. In the same moments, I quickly reach into pocket and pull out my phone, navigating the exact app I need to pull this off.
“But not yet.” I hit the right button, the one that halts the vibrations of the bullet and step away from her, wiping my hand across her face and neck as I move. Staining her skin with reminders of what I do to her.
She glances back at me, momentarily confused while I lean forward and hit the light switch. She flinches and turns towards me, her chest heaving while she tries to catch her breath and comprehend what’s happening.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she snaps. Her hands frantically pull at her panties and her dress while she adjusts them.
“Funny, that’s exactly what I asked you when you weren’t obeying me,” I remind her and step forward into her space while her eyes stay glued to my own.
“You’re kidding, right? Help me take this shit out,” she bites the words out and drops her hands to pull at her dress again. But I’m quicker, and I grip her wrists while her eyes fly back up to my own.