Terrified,I yank one of my straps back up.What the heckwasI thinking?Heisn’tgoing to be a gentleman like Simon.Heisn’tgoing to be predictable like Karl.He’sgoing to be –
My thoughts spasm as he unfoldshimself from his chair, his eyes never leaving mine.
Itakea step back.And another.“Ah.Yes.No.You did say no, and it would be rude of me to push.SoI’ll go now.”I glancebehind me at the closed door, my feet shuffling me back.Back.Back.When I turn around to excuse myself one last time, I suck in a sharp breath.
He’sthere, right there in front of me.Barely a tongue’s length away.His eyes glued on mine.
Squeezing my thighs together, I’macutely aware of my breast hanging free between us.I raise my hand to cover myself, but he grabsit before Icanlift the strap.
His fingers like a cuff on my wrist, he walksme back against the door.One step.Two.Then the woodishard against my back.And he’shard against me.And the airisnowhere to be found.
He pinsmy arm to the wall.Staring into my eyes, he raiseshis other hand to the strap I put back in place.His fingers graze my shoulder, sending chills down to my very core.Ever so slowly, hetugsit down, letting the fabric slide across my skin.My tight little bud.
My thighs clench.
My lips part.
And his hand slidesup my arm to cup my naked breast.
Leaning in, his breath hitting my neck, he asks, “And what did you have in mind for our wedding night, my queen?”
I swallow, unable to speak.
“Did you imagine my hands sliding across your body?Cupping your breasts before claiming your nipples as mine?”He rollsmy bud between his fingers, causing me to arch in expectancy.My lashes lower.A moan buildsup in my throat.“Did you imagine my lips here, licking and sucking as I trailed my hand lower?”His fingers glide down my stomach, pushing my slip to the floor.“Did you imagine me here?”
He cupsme as if he ownsme.I sag against the door, my breaths laboured.Is this how a mouse feels when it catches sight of an owl?
“You musthave,” he murmurs, his lipsacrossmy neck, “because you’re already so wet.”
My headfallsto the side as mymoanfinally escapes, but hegrabsmy chin and forcesit back upright.His eyes bore into mine.“I asked you a question,my queen.”
My tonguebecomesway too tied to speak.
His finger dipsbetween the lips of my pussy.
I whimper –an actual bloody whimper– as I buck my hips against him.His handleavesmy centre and grabsmy hip, pinning me to the wall.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
“Yes,” I gasp.“I imagined your lips on my breasts.”I lean forward to kiss him, to relieve some of the pressure insideofme, but he turnshis head.Lowering it, he claspshis teeth around my nipple.
I jerk into his mouth, crying out in pleasure.
He releasesme before thepressurecanproperly build.Turning me around, he pushesmeflushagainst the door.He kicksmy legs apart.His hand slipsbetween my thighs.Thenhe pushesa finger insidemy pussy.
I buck against the door.Closing my eyes, I moan in pleasure as his finger fucksmeslowanddeep.
His other hand wrapsaround my throat.
Lifting my ass, I silently beg him to go faster.Harder.
He presseshis thumb against my butthole.
My eyes pop open.
My fingers grab his wrist, but he releasesmy neck to pull my hand away.
The pressure against my back holefeelstoo tight.Sharp and painful like a dozen little tearsarepopping up.
