JENNIE
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I don't sleep a wink. I try and try, but my brain just won't shut off. I might as well have consumed a gallon of coffee, that's how rapid my mind is working right now. Plus, every time I close my eyes, I see the eyes of that woman, and I don't know whether to be freaked out or turned on. Every time I think about watching her get fondled, I get heated in a way that makes my thighs rub together. The last seventy-two hours of my life have been so crazy, yet so confusing. Hello! I am not a sexual person. I barely use my vibrator the right way, but in the last few days, I've experienced things that have never even crossed my mind. Whips? Swings? Public indecency? Jesus, what would my mother say if she saw me now? Here I am talking trash about college girls in their short skirts and sex addictions, yet I'm the one like an escort—an expensive one at least—being fingered on a dance floor.
"I'm such a hypocrite." I flip over onto my back for the billionth time. The sun is already coming up and my alarm is set to go off for my Biology class. Biology…
"Shit!" I jump out of bed, slamming my head on the top bunk. "SHIT!" Both hands go up as I stand dizzy on my feet. Shit. I never did my biology homework. I was too obsessed with playing "Say yes to the dress," I completely forgot.
I scramble, grabbing my book bag. While I throw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, I remember Jisoo never came home…again. A part of me is thankful because it means less explaining. I'm not sure why I'm hiding this from her. I just don't want her to pass judgment on what I'm doing. Even if it is for her. There's also that part that bums me out. This college experience was supposed to be us doing it together. We've been here just over a month, and she's already found cooler, more sparkly friends to hang out with.
I pass by the long mirror and notice I'm wearing all black and gray. Shit. Maybe I need to take my own advice and add those mugs to my life.
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I need to stop doing that, I berate myself, waving a thanks to the kid sitting next to me for waking me up.
That's two days in a row I've fallen asleep in class. I've never been one to get sidetracked from my studies. Rise above and conquer, not fall asleep and drool all over my lab desk. I throw my hoodie over my head and make my way to the business building for my business management course. I'm hoping the catnap I just took will hold me over until I get through the next two classes, so I can go home and catch up on sleep. Not that I care, or am expecting anything, but my bat phone has been silent all day. No incoming messages. No mystery packages unless I slept through it. Which is fine. Maybe she's bored with me. Faked the business stuff because she finally realizes I'm not up for her silly challenge.
Good. Saves me the time of having to tell her I'm not at her beck and call anymore. This whole thing has become ridiculous anyway. She wants me to be her little sex pet—
"Hey, freak."
"Shit!" I jump three feet high like a damn cat at the sudden hand touching me. I turn to see Rosé standing right next to me. "Jesus, a little forewarning when putting your claws on people, huh?"
She rolls her eyes. "Well, you were busy talking to yourself. I tried calling your name."
I was not…okay, I probably was. "Well, I find myself very interesting. Okay…see ya." I begin walking away, but she stops me.
"I'm not done with you. Where are we with getting me that invite?" Which also reminds me, where are we with that? I didn't technically have time last night to bid her entrance into Exquisite. Or was it that I didn't want to?
"I can't just get you in. It's complicated."
"How so? You got in after one night. Seems pretty uncomplicated to me." Yeah, and I wish it was.
"Well, it is. Plus, I wasn't there long enough last night to fully push it." Her eyes go wide as saucers, and I realize my mistake.
"You went there last night? Who was that man in class yesterday? What did he deliver?"
Okay, twenty questions.
I need to answer them strategically.
"The package was a gift from my parents." There, got that one done.
"I don't believe you. Your bestie already spilled that you don't come from money. I saw the logo on the box. No way it came from them."
Before I'm able to mask the look on my face, surprise, then disappointment, hit me. I can't believe Jisoo would share something so personal about me to a group of strangers.
"Fine, you caught me. It wasn't from my parents. It was from my Li. She sends me outfits to wear when I visit her. Last night was an insanely expensive Versace gown. Probably cost more than two months of tuition. She really needs to stop splurging on me. Can't even imagine what's coming tonight." Why did I just do that? Lower myself again?
Her eyes flicker with envy. Not that Mommy and Daddy couldn't afford the dress for her, but because she wants in that club, and I have what she wants. But why? Is she into being dominated, or is it just that I have something she doesn't?
"You're going again tonight?" she asks, bitterness in her tone.
"Yeah. Every night. She demands it." Even though I fail to admit I have yet to hear from Lisa or receive any packages. "Are we done? I have to get to class."
"Get me in that club, Ruby, or it's your friend who's gonna feel the consequences."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I mumble as I offer her my back and continue my venture to class.
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She doesn't call.
Or text.
No fancy box delivered during class. I even got to pig out on all-you-can-eat spaghetti night in the cafeteria. I went home after a long day of class, ate dinner, and finished all my homework for my Psych class. I didn't want to pretend I was waiting up, fighting sleep because she might text and demand I come to her—which I would have—unwillingly, of course.
But she never did.
So, when I told myself even if she did text, I wouldn't abide, she didn't. Even when I got in my pajamas, swearing I wouldn't get out of them even if she texted, she didn't. And even when I closed my eyes stating I wouldn't even wake up to her message, she didn't. I also never fell asleep.
My insomnia really needs to take a hike. Because I'm having the opposite problem during the day. I can't stay awake. I finally close my eyes and find sleep exactly two minutes before my alarm goes off for class. I hit snooze forty-seven times, crossing off showering, eating, and dressing so I can sleep as long as possible before I have to go to class naked and smelly.
I'm throwing on a pair of jeans when our door opens. Jisoo walks in, bubbly and in high spirits. "Hey, you! Oh man, you leaving for class? I was hoping to catch you and hang for a bit."
Throwing my arms into a tank top, I reply, "Yeah, same class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday." She used to know my schedule.
"Oh, yeah. Rosé's in your Psych class. Tell her I said hi! I missed her last night. Irene and I binge-watched The Real Housewives of Atlanta. I totally passed out in her room."
Wow, sounds torturous. "Awesome."
"How about we hang out tonight? We can hit up the hamburger joint we found and go see a movie, whatcha think?"
My eyes warm at her offer. I miss our hangouts. Our chill nights. When it's us and no interferences from sorority life. "Count me in."
Her face lights up. "Great! I have class until five. I have to stop at the house for a meeting, but then it's us against the world."
I agree to all things, tell her I'll see her later, and run out to class. I'm not normally very athletic, but I have under three minutes to get to class and it's at least a five-minute walk…walking. I feel better. Minus trying to function on three hours of sleep in three days, I think us hanging out is just what I need to feel like myself again. I know I sure haven't been acting like myself lately. I make it up the steps of Haller Hall and into class just as Ms. Phillips begins.
"Sorry," I apologize, trying to spot an open chair. The problem is, when you're late for a class this large, the only open spots are in the front. My eyes find Rosé in my search for an open seat, and no shocker, she's snarling at me. With a sigh of resolution, I snag a seat in the front row. Ms. Phillips doesn't look any happier at my late arrival, but onwards she goes.
"On Wednesday, we discussed Pavlov's theory on classical conditioning. Today we're going to go over the—"
A knock on the door has Ms. Phillips pausing, the class's attention interrupted. I follow everyone else's lead and look at the door until I wish I hadn't. Just like Wednesday, but this time, Fredrick, the oaf, stands there, holding a small box—one much smaller than any I've received yet. My professor greets Fredrick, and they chat quietly, until he hands her the box and disappears. I slowly sink in my chair when she turns, her expression not one of happiness. More like annoyed. Ready to expel someone? Possibly me since she's staring right at me.
"Ms. Jane, I'm not sure if you're aware, but this classroom isn't a postal drop. I suggest having your packages delivered to your place of residence and not my classroom." She walks over to my chair and hands me the box. I grab for it, but she doesn't immediately release it. She gives me a sharp look and lets go. Turning her back to me, she continues with her lecture.
What was that all about?
I take the box and slip it into my bag. If I wasn't scared of my instructor and didn't feel Rosé's beady eyes burning a hole in my back, I would peek. Instead, I grab my pen and lock eyes on the board. Dog, saliva, food. Unconditioned…
My phone vibrates in my hoodie pocket. Excitement shoots through me. Why I have my bat phone in my hoodie, don't ask. I reach in and pull it out, reading the message.
Son of Satan: Open the box.
What? Is she high?
Another vibration.
Son of Satan: Now, Ruby.
I whip my head up and look around. How does she know I'm not doing it? She's crazy if she thinks I'm opening that right here. Especially with my instructor eyeing me down every time she turns. No way. Not doing it—
Another vibration.
Son of Satan: Don't keep me waiting.
Okay, now I'm starting to get freaked out. Is she in my class? And she's so damn bossy.
I shoot back a simple text.
Me: No.
Even though my hand is itching with curiosity. I wait for Ms. Phillips to start drawing a chart on the board before grabbing the box and hiding it in my lap. I can't believe I'm doing this. What if it's some sort of ball gag and I drop it and it rolls up to the teacher's feet? I start to chuckle but catch myself. It's clearly too light to be one.
Reigning in my focus, I nonchalantly pull on the bow without bringing attention to myself. It slides right off, and I stuff it in my pocket. I unlatch the tucked flap on the box and lift the top open to reveal a red lace…something. I'm not one hundred percent sure what it is. It's not enough lace to be an outfit, but too much to be a thong.
Jesus, what does she expect me to do with—?
The vibration coming from my desk startles me. I jolt and almost drop the box. Wrestling to keep it in my lap, I shove it under my hoodie and grab my phone.
Son of Satan: I want you to leave your classroom. Go to the bathroom, put this on under your clothes. Be at my club within the hour.
"What!"
"What now, Ms. Jane?"
I look up. Then around. My cheeks heat at everyone's attention on me. The guy next to me leans over and looks in my lap. I look at him, then down, realizing the lingerie is partially hanging out of my hoodie. Goddammit! Taking my phone, and the box, I shove both in my bag, pack up my notes, and stand. "I'm sorry I—I'm not feeling well."
I proceed toward the exit, my heart racing. Once I'm in the hall, I throw my back against the wall. What in the hell am I doing? Go back in that classroom. Don't be stupid. I should. I need to. The thing is, it would be a lot easier to convince me if I weren't standing right across from the women's bathroom. "Oh, how convenient."
I can't do this. I have a full day of classes and plans with Jisoo. I can't blow her off. But I can't actually walk back into that classroom. Not after the scene I just made. Fuck! I stomp my feet, taking another look at the women's bathroom sign, like it's glowing and calling me in.
Don't do it, Ruby.
I huff and push off the wall.
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I pull the door open to Exquisite and walk inside. Missing are the busy strobe lights, crowded dance floor, and sounds of high energy and promiscuity. Being back during the day reminds me of when I attempted breaking and entering. I shake my head at what a dumb idea that was.
"Ms. Jane." I turn as Fredrick walks up to me.
"Oh, fancy seeing you here. We should've just carpooled. Since, ya know, we came from the same place." I could have saved on cab fare too. He doesn't take the bait, or even offer for next time. Because I just assume there's a next time.
"Ms. Manoban would like you to wait for her in her office. She's finishing up some business." He doesn't stop to make sure I follow. He walks past me to the elevator, and I stand there until I realize he doesn't care whether I follow or not. I hurry to catch him and jump in the elevator as it's closing.
The ride up is awkward and silent. Fredrick doesn't speak, and clearly, I have nothing to say, so it works out. I get the vibes he doesn't like me much, which is fine since I'm not a fan of him either. The doors open, and he walks out first. Geez, ever hear of ladies first? Lisa's office is directly across from the elevator, so he takes the two steps and unlocks the door, holding it open for me.
"After you."
I look at him suspiciously. Never give an enemy your back they say, and I'm starting to get the impression Fredrick is one of mine. He eyes me with contempt. I walk past him, and he doesn't say another word as he releases the door and it closes on my heels.
What a prick! I turn, ready to give him a piece of my mind, when I bump into a chest.
"Going somewhere, Ms. Jane?"
I look up to Lisa, the usual fire blazing in her eyes. "Yeah, your henchman has an attitude problem and I was going to offer him some advice."
A devious smile breaks out on her face as she takes a step into me, causing me to retreat a step back. "He's just stuck in his old ways. Not very approving of what's happening."
"What exactly does he not approve of?"
"You."
With wide eyes, I reply, "Why me? What did I do?"
She takes another step, and just like before, I shuffle back. "You shouldn't be here. You're underage." She lifts her hand, brushing her thumb across my bare lips. "Where's the red?"
"You have to be a certain age to get spanked and disciplined?" I reply, my voice a bit shaky. Her eyes haven't left mine. The way she's stroking my lips creates a warmth in my belly. The office is close to stifling in my heavy hoodie.
"You're a risk." She presses down on my lower lip, forcing them to part. "I expect these to be red anytime you step foot in my club." She takes another lethal step, and I almost trip backward.
"You pulled me out of class. I don't just walk around wearing red lipstick all day, waiting for you to beckon me. I'm probably going to get in trouble for leaving class too." The last step has my back hitting the two-way mirror. She's barely touched me, but the way she's staring down at me feels as if she's touching me everywhere.
"I took care of Patricia. You won't have any problem with class."
"Wait, how do you know my instructor?"
She doesn't answer me. She removes her hand from my mouth and drags a single finger down the middle of my chest, to my ribcage, locking around my hip, and effectively cutting me off. She presses my body harder into the glass and I exhale a strangled breath. Whatever she plans to do with me has my belly swirling with anticipation. Her fingers tangle around the hem of my hoodie, and she slowly lifts it to my ribcage, until she sees what she wants.
"Good girl."
God, why does pleasing her feel so good? I want to do it again and again until she rewards me with something. Pleasure? An orgasm? Herself? Just her body against mine is an overload of sensations exploding throughout me. But I want more. I just don't know how to ask for it. When I'm under her spell, I'm someone else. I'm not the Ruby I know. I become this person who's learning how to feel. Express. Endure.
On top of that, I haven't slept in days and think I have the red lace on backwards. Or upside down. It didn't come with instructions and my normal underwear is a bit more basic than what I stuffed myself in.
"How do you feel right now wearing this?" Lisa asks, dragging her knuckles against my skin, inch by inch, until my barely covered breasts are exposed. My breath hitches and my nipples pebble at the way her eyes take me in. They darken to a point where I should be scared. If I was smart, I'd run out of here and never come back. But I don't. Her fist clenches at the material and she raises my arms, pulling the hoodie over my head. No longer anything to hide the minimal lace attire, I stand before her. The see-through lingerie does nothing to hide my breasts. I'm embarrassed that once I lose my jeans, she will be able to see I'm already aroused for her. The hoodie falls to the ground and there is no turning back.
"I feel unsure. I don't think this stuff is made for someone like me."
Her eyes tell me otherwise. They darken even more. Her smile is borderline predatorial. She may just resemble the Devil herself. "You look perfect in it. Step out of your jeans."
I'm nervous. Excited. There's a small bit of shame to what I'm allowing to happen. Slowly, I do as I'm told. I push my jeans down my trembling legs. My first foot is freed when I stumble, falling against her. I reach out, grabbing for her muscled thigh to hold myself in place. My hand brushes against the hardness in her pants. I take a deep breath and steady myself. I release my other foot and stand, waiting for my next instructions. What does she plan on doing to me this time? Will she use one of her toys? Will she take it a step further and fuck me? Not once has she tried to please herself or take me fully.
The thought sends a wave of insecurities through me. Why hasn't she tried to have sex with me? Is it because I'm not what she wants? Maybe she's not attracted to me in that way. I am too skinny. Plain. Maybe I am a freak like Rosé calls me.
"What's caused that look on your face, Ms. Jane?" Lisa asks, bringing two hands to my hips. Suddenly, I'm spun, my front pressing against the glass. Her hands trace a path along my arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake until she reaches my belly. Her thumbs brush dangerously close to my breasts, and I'm most certainly going to combust if she doesn't give me the contact I desire.
Then, I remember where we are, and a burst of panic shoots through me, afraid someone will walk by and see the scene playing out before them. I try to pull away, but Lisa's hard body collides with my back, holding me in place. "Answer me."
"I—I'm not sure why you're doing this. With me, that is." It's evident she can have anyone she wants.
"I see something I want, and I take it, Ms. Jane." She grinds into me, the cold glass brushing against my nipples, causing them to harden. She continues as if reading my mind. "No one can see you from here."
A soft moan falls from my lips. "But you haven't technically taken me yet," I respond, trying to keep my voice steady. The subtle, but commanding laugh sounds in my earlobe as she leans forward, hitting me with her warm breath.
"And do you want me to take you? Would it please you if I fucked you up against this glass, knowing anyone could see? Watch you as you expose yourself, your emotions, your deepest needs, to anyone who looks? Would you like me to fuck you right here, Ms. Jane?"
I'm on fire. I know no one can see us, but just the thought of how exposed I am causing my head to shake furiously. This is not me. I don't want that. I want normal. I want lovemaking. I want—
"Oh God."
She grinds into me again, and my pelvic bone rubs against the glass. I'm swollen with need. Knowing how wrong this is, the ways I'm scantily dressed, allowing someone I barely know to say and do such indiscreet things to me…
"Answer me, Ms. Jane, or we're done for today." She reaches in front and teases my clit. The lace does nothing to lessen her touch. "Sopping wet," she whispers, pushing aside the lace to investigate further. I close my eyes. Her mental games have me already falling over the edge of exploding. If she touches me as I pray she does, I won't last. But I want nothing more than for her to take what she wants.
"Yes, I want you to fuck me," I moan, my own voice unfamiliar. She enters me with one finger, and the sound from my lips grows louder. I'm embarrassed by the way she brought me to this place so easily. With each pump, I anticipate the next. And the next. Until I'm squeezing her finger, trying to breathe while remaining standing.
Lisa takes my earlobe into her mouth and sucks gently. "So eager. I never expected that from—"
A bang on the door startles me, and a low growl erupts from Lisa. "What is it?" she barks at the door.
"Simmons," is all Fredrick says. Lisa pulls away, and instantly I feel the coldness of her absence on my back. I'm suddenly shy, afraid to turn around. I wish my clothes were closer. I look around. Shit, where are my pants?
"I need to take care of something. Stay put." She turns and walks away. The door opens and shuts, and I'm left alone. I stay against the window, and spot Lisa walk across the empty dance floor and shake hands with a man. They exchange a few words, and Lisa points, instructing his guest forward. The man obeys and begins to walk. I don't take my eyes off her. With each step she takes, she radiates such dominance—in work and in play. Just before she disappears through the far hallway, she turns, her head lifts, and she locks eyes directly with me. I know she can't see me from where she stands, but it doesn't stop her from bringing her finger into her mouth, sucking off the remnants of my juices.
"Jesus almighty," I whisper, and she's out of sight.
I hurry to dress, debating on leaving. This is out of hand. I just need to be upfront with Jisoo and tell her what's really going on. Selling myself to the son of Satan was not in my plan. If she is my true friend, she'll understand. She'll see that I tried, and how much our friendship means to me. She should respect that I just can't continue doing what I'm doing. I search for my phone that must have fallen out of my hoodie when Lisa tossed it. I find it under the black leather couch and take a seat, checking my missed calls. No shocker Rosé sucked up half my battery with her array of texts, each one threatening to take me down, ruin my friend, blah, blah, blah.
What the hell did I get myself into? I sigh, resting back against the couch pillow. More importantly, how do I get myself out of it?
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LISA
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I'm still in my meeting. With the first passing hour, my excitement rose, knowing Ruby would be on pins and needles, anticipating my next move. The erotic image of her flushed cheeks at each possibility. I expected this meeting to be quick, but then another hour goes by, and I'm still stuck in this conference room. My fingers tap profusely on the long oak table. I stare at my right hand, remembering my finger deep inside her cunt. Her sweetness coating my finger. The taste of her. It was like no other.
I need this meeting to end.
"Ms. Manoban, the numbers seem right. I suggest taking the deal. I haven't seen anything come through this solid since we started." Jeffery Simmons, my lawyer, sits across from me, showing me what he's collected.
I know what the numbers look like. Good, but not good enough. I abruptly stand. "No. Keep looking. Come back when you have better numbers for me." Simmons stands with me and shakes my hand. He knows not to say another word.
Walking out of the conference room, I head straight to my office. Glancing at my watch, I realize it's been almost three hours. If she defied me and left, I have no problem sending Fredrick to retrieve her. I'm far from done with her for today.
Unable to get upstairs fast enough, I'm finally pushing open the door to my office, and take in the savory view of her bare legs. Satisfied, I walk over, finding her fast asleep.
"Ruby." I rest my hand on her shoulder, trying to wake her, but she doesn't budge. A soft, little snore echoes through my office. "Ruby," I say again, but she's dead to the world. Doesn't this girl sleep? I think back, and admittedly, she's been in my presence the past few days till dawn. I know her schedule, due to the tracking I put on the phone, and it doesn't sit unmoving in her dorm long after she returns home.
I look at my watch again. There are only a few hours before the club opens and I need to oversee some new member invitations. My initial instinct is to wake her. Possibly with my cock in her mouth. I smile at the mental visual of her wide and wrapped around me. Her feisty tongue, her pouty lips, the little sounds of pleasure that leave her mouth. I could have easily broken her the first night. Defiled her in ways that would have left her sore for weeks. My cock jolts in my slacks at the thought of all the ways. But there was something about her that made me want to keep her dangling on the edge of innocent and mine.
I shake my head to break from my thoughts. Mine. Maybe Fredrick is right about her. There's not a doubt she's a liability for the club. Her age alone should have me backing far away from her. The file Fredrick collected warned me she was only eighteen. I was hitting twenty-five. Her innocence hungered me but fucking her now was out of the question.
I stare at her chest rising and falling.
From the short amount of time I've spent with her, there's no hiding just how inexperienced she is. The way her body shakes with all the unknown sensations I create for her. I would bet all are new to her as well. I never said I was good. Therefore, I still plan on having fun with her. It's been way too long since someone has captured my attention the way she does. And I plan on enjoying every minute of it.
I take one last look at her before getting back to the floor when I notice her phone lighting up in her lap. I reach for it and scroll through the messages on her screen. She wasn't lying when she said she had a problem with some little shits. The messages are rude and cruel. Threatening. My jaw clenches tightly as I scroll through the messages. I'm baring my teeth by the last one. I click on it, but it requests her password to see the full message. Rage boils inside me at the nerve of anyone who messes with what's mine. She's just a toy to you, asshole. But is she? I make a mental note to investigate the person harassing her and take care of it. I need her full attention. I can't have her distracted.
Leaving her to sleep, I gather the paperwork I need and step out of my office, locking the door from the outside. She won't be able to leave, even if she wants to.
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I'm exhausted by the time I walk into my loft. The night went off without a hitch. No problems I've been made aware of. Ruby remained dead to the world, which was disappointing. Her damn open mouth asked for trouble from a woman like me all night. My thoughts stayed dark. The need to drop everything and follow through with my fantasy of waking her up with my throbbing cock kept me on edge. I carried her to my loft around three in the morning, and she didn't even budge. A small nudge of guilt hit me knowing I was the cause of her exhaustion. I placed her in my bed and finished out the rest of my night.
The morning sun is beginning to peek in through the shades. I unbutton my dress shirt and toss my suit coat over my chair, taking in the sight in my bed. When I brought her up here, I took it upon myself to undress her down to the red lingerie she wore so well. She's lying on her back, her legs sprawled out, her arms stretched above her head. There's no denying it. She looks sexy as fuck.
I step out of my pants, working around my hard on, and toss them with the rest of my clothes. My eyes never leave the spot where the see-through red lace barely covers her pussy. Damn, she's a sight. I can't wait to wrap my mouth around her and suck her hard until she's quivering around my tongue. I step up to my bed and lift my knee to crawl up to her.
"Ruby," I call for her. I dip my head, bringing my lips to her ankle. "Time to get up, pet." I place two soft kisses up her leg. This is exactly the distraction I need after the long night.
Simmons' numbers still linger in the back of my mind. He needs to find a better deal. A better reason for me to walk away. I open my mouth wider, kissing the back of her calf. Her skin is so damn smooth. Another lick and a bite to her flesh has her squirming in her sleep.
"Wake up, Ruby. I need you awake when I eat your pussy raw." I wonder if she can feel my growing smile as I brush my lips against her skin. She begins stirring with each caress of my mouth. "God, your skin is like silk against my tongue."
Little muffles fall from her mouth. "Lisa," she moans. My cock jumps at the thought of her dreaming about me.
"Yeah, sweetheart?" I kiss her inner knee.
"Lisa," she says again. Her eyes are still closed. Her legs become restless. She lowers her arms and drags her fingers down her belly. Fuck, if she starts fondling herself, I'm gonna fucking lose it. Her hands make it to the base of her pubic bone, my name falling off her lips once again.
"I want your fingers inside you. Now," I demand. The need to see her fuck herself is blinding me. I sit back, taking my hands and clamping down on her thighs. "Now, Ruby." I'm about to lose it. She's still half asleep, but I can't wait. I dip my head as her eyes begin to blink open.
"Good morn—"
She screams.
And then cocks her leg back and releases, kick-punching me in the eye.
Her strength surprises me as she sends me flying backward off the bed. "Christ!" I holler, hitting the floor, holding my eye.
"Holy shit, Lisa? Where—what—wh—"
"What the fuck, Ruby?" I stand, cupping my stinging face.
She looks confused. "I'm sorry, I…you startled me. I didn't realize where I was. Speaking of, how did I get up here?" She looks around. Her eyes lower to her attire and she realizes she's only dressed in the lingerie. She jumps forward grabbing the bedsheet to cover herself. "Why don't I have clothes on? And what…what were you doing?"
"Staring at you while you moaned my name."
Her cheeks blaze crimson. "I was…I was not."
"I beg to differ. Tell me what I was doing to you in your dream."
Her embarrassment grows like a wildfire across her face "I…nothing."
"Lies," I growl, now angry she won't comply and tell me what I demand to know. I give her my back and walk away in search of ice. It's probably for the best. I don't think I could have been able to stop myself from indulging in a forbidden playtime with her. When I return, she's still in my bed. I'm sure she's attempted to find her clothes, but I threw them out. She shouldn't be wearing such ratty clothes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…uh, hit you." I don't jump at the chance to accept her apology. My face stings and the last thing I need is a black eye. "I said I was sorry. Geez, no need to throw daggers, pal."
My angry eyes slice through hers. "I'm not your pal. You call me that again, and you'll regret it."
Her eyes light with defiance. I shouldn't be shocked. Her lips part as she debates defying me. She wants to obey, but we both know she doesn't have it in her.
"Pal."
The single word barely falls from her lips before I'm on her, taking her down. Her back hits my sheets, and I straddle her small frame, holding her down. Each hand wraps around her wrists, and I pull her arms above her head cuffing them above her. "You don't listen very well."
Her chest rises and falls in short pants. "I've been told that a time or two."
I can't stop staring at her plump lips. "I won't tolerate disobedience. From anyone." The urge to flip her and color her pale skin with my palm is overwhelming.
"Looks like this isn't going to work out then. We can just forget this whole contract deal."
Her response irritates me. The way she denies me infuriates me. She should feel privileged to have captured my attention, but instead, she acts ungrateful and put out. Exhaustion is catching up to me and I don't have the patience to deal with her childish bullshit. "You're right." I jump off her. "Get dressed. I'll have Fredrick call you a cab." I head to my dresser to grab her a pair of my sweatpants and a shirt to wear out of here. She can burn them once she's home for all I care.
"Wait, why? You're sending me home? That's it?"
I toss the pair of sweats at her. "That's it." I look around for where I set my phone.
"You make this whole spectacle about demanding I'm yours for a whole month, and now you're just done?" She's up and kneeling on the bed.
"You're very observant. Up we go. I'm tired and need sleep." The sheet she was just holding for dear life is now an afterthought, falling and exposing her whole body to me. I look away before I do something I'll regret. I find my phone inside the pocket of my suit jacket and unlock it when a pillow comes barreling at my face. That little—
"You're really pushing my patience," I snarl.
"Why are you just dropping me?"
"Because I'm through dealing with your childish attitude." I bend down to pick up the pillow. On my way up, I'm smacked in the head with another one.
"That's not a reason. And I'm not a child."
My eyes flame with the anger boiling my blood. She's mistaken if she thinks I won't take her over my goddamn knee. "Knock it off," I threaten her.
She tosses another pillow. "Take back calling me a child."
"Absolutely not. Look at how—"
Another pillow, followed by my sweatpants and t-shirt. Her bravery shocks me when she springs from the bed. She's in my face, her perfect tits press against my chest while her finger jabs once, twice, three times into my pec. "Why am I in this see-through lingerie if I'm such a child? That would be messed up of you, wouldn't it? Dressing a child so provocatively? Or is it because I don't do it for you? Is that why you haven't tried to have sex with me?" She lifts her hands and shoves me. "You just toying with me to humiliate me? Is that it?" Another shove, but I catch her wrists, whipping her around and pushing her against the wall.
"Watch it," I warn her. Her mouth may be causing my cock to swell, but that won't stop me from throwing her out on her ass. With her body pressed up against mine, I sense the moment her nipples harden against my chest. My lip twitches, aching to wrap my mouth over those pebbled buds and bite until I have her screaming in pain and pleasure.
"No. Answer my question." This time her voice is softer and less aggressive. The bite in her tone gone, as she also senses the change in her body, begging to be bruised and sucked. That's right, pet. If she can learn to behave, maybe I'll fuck her between those luscious tits and teach her obedience by coming on her chest. The tightness of her cleavage has me hard as stone. Her sudden intake of breath is the sign I need to confirm she knows exactly how hard I've suddenly become.
"Why haven't you tried to have sex with me?" Her voice trembles as she asks again.
"You're too young," I respond.
"I'm an adult. I'm almost nineteen."
"Barely legal."
Her eyes flare. She wrenches her wrists and thrashes against me, trying to break free from my hold. But all it does is spur me on. Her softness against my hardness. Her belly moving along the ridge of my shaft. Everything in me wants to put her in her place, to make her melt in my hands, at my touch, but the fight is just as fun. "I'm every bit as much a woman than anyone else who walks through those doors! What's so horrible about me? Wait—you know what, fuck you. Don't answer that. I don't need your scrutiny. There are plenty of guys out there willing to have sex with me."
I snap.
Rage rushes through my veins at the thought of anyone touching her. Shades of red filter my eyesight as I stare at this girl who has somehow worked her way inside me. Those lips that spew disobedience…they are mine. No one else's. Her innocence is mine to defile. No one else's. I stand there, my hands beginning to shake. I want her over my knee, to spank her bare ass until she shouts who she belongs to as I turn her beautiful smooth skin red with my touch.
She wants to know what's so horrible about her? How about she's feisty and doesn't listen to a damn thing I say. She's absolutely nothing like what I normally desire, but the mere thought of anyone else with their hands on her makes my blood boil with rage.
The images reeling over and over break me.
I drop her arms. Bending down, I pick her up and ruthlessly toss her onto my bed. Her startled squeal falls on deaf ears as I grab her legs and jerk her to the bottom of the bed.
"Lisa, what are you—?"
"For starters, you're going to learn to obey me, or I will punish you." I lean over her and yank at the lace garment covering her breasts. I'm rewarded with her bare nipple and wrap my lips around it, the soft flesh in my mouth. "Little girls who don't listen get punished." I suck harder, clamping my teeth around her. "And since you don't have an obedient bone in your body, I have my work cut out with you," I growl, and I bite down, earning a yelp. Her hands go up and thread through my hair, fighting me, but her pleasurable cry is the indication I need to confirm, stopping is the last thing she wants me to do.
God, she infuriates me.
But intrigues me more.
I want to be the one who takes her innocence.
Don't do it, asshole.
But I can't stop. My dick and the obsessive beast inside me have other plans.
I pull away, her nipple popping from my mouth. I move down her taut stomach until I'm exactly where I want to be, my mouth around her cunt. Her body trembles, fighting me more as I suck her clit through the thin lace. Fuck, she tastes like heaven. I pull the fabric back and lick at her fiercely, like a wild animal starved for her. I can't be gentle. The urge to claim her, take her and brand her with my tongue, my cock, it's so overwhelming, I'm blinded with lust, need, control. I jab at her cunt as hard as I can until she's begging.
That's right, pet. Fucking mine.
Her hands disappear into my hair and she pulls hard, while I continue to fuck her with my tongue. In and out, her moans are like fuel for me. I lift my hand and replace my tongue with two thick fingers. She's absolutely sopping. Dirty little girl is enjoying her punishment.
"What has you so wet, Ruby?" I taunt, each jab, each suck, bringing her closer to her orgasm.
"Not you," she moans, lifting her pussy into my mouth. Such an eager little thing. Every attempt at challenging me has my dick jolting in approval. I work her harder, faster, biting down on her clit, fucking her rougher with a third finger. Her hips are off the bed, riding my face, and I love every fucking second of it. The rumbled moans off my tongue are a sign of just how much.
"Yeah, baby, that's it. Give me your cunt," I growl. I'm on fire. The sweltering lust that's stirring between us has me on the verge of losing control. The wild animal inside me is scraping to be freed and dominate her. Tear into her until I've sucked every part of her. I'm ruthless as I punch her with a fourth finger. Fuck, I want to take a finger to her ass. A fierceness strikes through me and she moans to the brink of screaming as her walls crush around me.
"Fuck," I grunt as I start to work her slower and slower allowing her to work through her orgasm.
She's still struggling to catch her breath when I pull away and stand. I wipe her juices off my chin as she tries to compose herself. Everything comes to light when I realize I went too far. Fuck what did I just do. You lost fucking control, that's what. I need her out of my sight before I do something I'll regret. Tie her to my bed. Spread her wide. Fuck her bare and ruthless. Really claim her.
Fuck!
I toss my hands into my messy hair. "I need to attend to some business." My voice is hoarse. I hurry and dress, grab for my suit jacket and walk away from her.
"You're an asshole, you know that?"
"Thanks for the reminder," I say without stopping. Don't look back. I text Fredrick on my way, demanding she be gone and in a cab. I fucked up. I went too far with her. I hit the basement floor and slam my feet down the hallway. I crack my knuckles. The same ones that were deep in her perfect, innocent cunt.
"Fuck!" I howl and take my fist to the cement wall. The pain radiates, but it still doesn't override the aftermath of vibrations I'm feeling from her. With shaky hands, I text Kade and tell him to have a room ready and waiting for me. I need to find something to erase the scent of her off my lips. The reminder of her soft skin off my mind. I need a room and a woman who knows her place.
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