“I warned you, Willow, and now I’m going to teach you a lesson, teach you that I’m in charge here. That I’m in charge of everything, everyone… including you.”
I watch her shudder, and like the sick fuck I am, it makes me smirk.
Yes, Willow, be afraid… be very afraid.
“Nate, wait at the door and make sure no one gets in here.”
“Why can’t Warren do it?” He whines.
“’Cause I’m telling you to do it,” I snap. I also don’t like the way he looks at her like she’s some piece of meat. She is mine. To hurt, to mark. Without looking over at Warren, I know he has a shit-eating grin on his face. I’ll deal with him later, right now, I need to put on my best mask, and make sure Willow knows that I mean business.
At my word, Nate releases her with a shove and waltzes to the door, clearly irritated by my request. Too fucking bad.
“Get up,” I tell Willow as I get up from my own seat.
“No,” she growls, shaking her head. Her strength is arousing, but so is the thought of breaking her, of feeling her throbbing pulse beneath my hands.
“Get up, or I’ll make you.” I bark. At my threat, she gets up while staring daggers through me, and I’m sure if she could strike me dead with one single look, I’d be dead by now. Warren gets up as well, and walks around the table, stopping at Willow’s other side.
“Strip,” I order, just to see if she would. I won’t actually let her do it, not in front of my friends, but I want to see her reaction.
“What?!” Her eyes round with shock, her sexy little mouth popping open, and I wonder what she thinks we are going to do. Beat her up?
“You heard me. Strip, and do it slowly. I think you owe me a little show.”
Fists clenched at her side, she curls her pink lip, “I owe you nothing!”
“Strip,” I repeat, my voice harder.
“Fuck you!” She spits and I smirk. I figured she wouldn’t do it, but it’s fun to see her all worked up.
“Warren, hold her.” My words have barely left my lips when Warren is behind her, grabbing hold of her wrists. She struggles, but he overpowers her easily, pulling her arms behind her back. I step directly in front of her, grabbing onto her shoulders to immobilize her further.
“You really shouldn’t have done what you did.” Her eyes go wide with fear, but I have to give her props, she doesn’t scream or cry like I expected her to. All she does is stare at me, a sneer on her lips and fire in her eyes that tells me she’s a little too proud to beg for my forgiveness right now.
With her chin held high, she opens her mouth to speak again. “Fuck you. You’re nothing but a sicko who gets off on hurting people.”
I should probably be offended by her accusation, but instead, I smirk, because the truth is, she isn’t wrong. I do get off on hurting people. People who hurt my family, people like her…
With her arms pinned behind her back, I make use of the freedom and reach for the button of her skinny jeans. If my cock weren’t already harder than steel, it would be now.
Undoing the button and zipper, I watch with calculated eyes as her whole body stiffens, her chest rising and falling rapidly, drawing my attention to her perky breasts that remain hidden underneath her sweater.
I would love to strip her bare right now, right here on the table, next to the beakers and burners in the center. To open her legs and see her pretty pussy, to find out if she’s as innocent as she looks. The only thing stopping me is my two douchebag friends being here. I don’t like them seeing too much of her, I don’t want to share what’s mine.
So instead, I do the next best thing.
With her pants undone, I slowly move my fingers just inside her waistband, listening at the uptick of her breath. Her face is a mask that I can’t penetrate, at least not yet. The soft fabric of her silky panties connects with the pads of my fingers, and I bite back a groan. I had always envisioned her to be a silk and lace kind of girl. I smirk, seeing her hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her sweater.
My mouth waters and I’m too tempted not to give in to the need to touch that hard little peak. With my thumb and forefinger, I pluck at the nub rolling it between two fingers. I fight the enticing need to shove her sweater up and take it into my mouth, to suck on it, to leave bright red marks on the milky white skin.
A low whimper meets my ears, as I pinch her nipple, twisting just enough to give her a bite of pain. Part of me wants to hurt her, to make her bleed, while the other part of me wants to touch her tenderly and watch her fall apart beneath my fingers.
No. Grappling for control, I release her nipple and ignore her whimpering. I make my way underneath her panties with my other hand. She’s not objecting, not begging me to stop, which means she’s either not scared enough yet, or she wants this just as badly as I do. And I guess I’m going to find out. My fingers find purchase on her skin a moment later. It’s smooth and velvety, softer than her panties even.
Very slowly, I slide my hand lower, reveling in how she feels beneath my touch, bare and smooth. She smells even more delicious and looks even more tempting this close up. The last time we were this close darkness surrounded us, taking away my chance to see her, but this time, I can see her, burning like a ball of fire in the sky.
When I reach the top of her folds, I groan. I was prepared for her to scream, to cry, and beg me to stop, but nothing could have prepared me for the wetness I find when I slide my fingers through them.
Leaning into her, I pin her trembling body between Warren and me. Brushing my nose against her throat, I place an open-mouthed kiss against the tender skin, feeling her heartbeat thrum like a pair of bird wings against my lips.
“You’re fucking wet,” I confirm, slightly shocked while murmuring against her neck, just as I graze her swollen clit. With my own heart beating out of my chest, I move my fingers through her wetness, paying special attention to her tiny little nub, wishing my mouth was where my fingers are right now. I bet she’d taste absolutely delicious. Like chocolate and sin. Like a fucking liar…
Looking at her face, I find her eyes, as well as her lips, are squeezed shut, her face turned away from me. She’s trying to ignore me, ignore this, but not even she can muffle the moan of pleasure enough to hide it. It vibrates through her whole body and into mine, her desire slamming into me like a hurricane barreling against the coastline.
Fuck. My jaw clenches, and suddenly I realize I want to feel her fall apart on my hand. The plan was to scare her, but now I want more, need more, and she’s the perfect victim. She took from me, so I suppose it’s okay for me to take from her.
Taking her clit between my index and middle finger, I alternate between pinching it and rubbing small circles against it at the same time, drawing another groan out of her. Her cheeks turn a soft pink, and she struggles against Warren, almost as if she’s trying to fight the mounting pleasure, but no matter how much she tries to hide it, she can’t hide the fact that her body wants me. It wants my touch.
Nipping at her ear, I whisper, “I warned you, and you should have listened.” I pinch her clit, smirking as she bites down on her bottom lip to stifle the pleasure she’s feeling. “I own this place, and everybody in it, including you. You do what I say when I say it. If I want you naked and, on your knees, then you better be naked and on your fucking knees.” I bite her ear again, and she shivers, from fear or pleasure, I don’t know, but if I’m betting, I’m going to say pleasure.