As I reach the landing, I move slowly, opening doors to the spare rooms and bathroom, taking cautionary steps in case Katie has a change of heart and uses this situation to get her ultimate revenge and kill me off with a defense of bedroom-play gone wrong.
When I reach her bedroom door, I push the door open with such force that it bounces off the wall. I hear a whimpered gasp come from under the bed, low breaths as she tries to control the noise she makes. It won’t be long, and she’ll be whimpering in my ear, begging me to fuck her hard, just the way she likes.
I make a point of checking the closet, pulling out clothes and throwing them to the floor. I know that will piss her off. And that’s what I want. Her scratching, biting, putting up a damn good fight until I make her melt into the mattress.
I let out a low growl, the heavy tread of my boot making its way slowly around her bed. I let my foot drag a few inches across the floor as I reach her bedside table. I open up the drawer, rummaging between chargers and an old bookuntil I find what I’m looking for. Bright pink and veiny, I throw the toy onto the bed. I plan on getting Katie off repeatedly. From the sound of it, she’s been having difficulty getting off since her darker fantasies came to light. Maybe it’s through shame, or inexperience, or maybe even guilt. The therapist in me wants to explore that with her until she’s fully comfortable, but that’s not why I’m here.
I steel myself. This is it. We didn’t agree on any safe words, which was goddamn reckless.
I bend down, reaching under the bed, and feel the soft skin of her ankle, her tight leggings smooth against my palm. I drag her out, and she lets out a yelp of surprise.
“Hello, princess,” I growl, dragging her across the floor. I hope to God there aren’t any nails sticking out of the floorboards. Her fingernails bite into my arm as she attempts to claw me off her.
“Please don’t, I’ll do anything,” she whimpers as I stretch my arm around her middle, lifting her from the bed and throwing her on top of her bedspread. It’s still dark in here. I didn’t turn on the lights, but the curtain is open, the moonlight flooding the room and Katie in a cool blue tint.
Her eyes are wide, pupils blown out in dark, hazy pools. All shades of green are invisible now. Just pure lust remains, pumping around her body like she was born to do this with me.
She leans back on her elbows, scramblingbackward until I snatch at her ankle, yanking her back down to me, so that when I’m between her legs, I can get a hold of her scratching talons, disabling her until she’s mewling like a cornered kitten.
“Look at you,” I sneer, grabbing at the waistline of her leggings and yanking them down an inch so I can see her panties.
Pink lace.
Jesus.
My nightmare girl in sweet-as-strawberries pink lace panties.
I’m going to tear them off her and keep them as a souvenir.
“Fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?”
“Never. Get off me.” She bucks her hips, but it only serves to brush her sex against my cock, her legs spread wide. If she weren’t wearing anything, I could slip right into her.
Keeping a grip on her wrists, I lower myself so my face is between her legs. I inhale deeply, making a show of smelling her. She whimpers, bucking her hips slower this time, and I run my nose along the seam of her leggings. I know I’ve grazed her clit when she groans, her head thrown back as she wriggles her wrists. Wanting to give her a chance to fight me, I let her wrists go, snap my hand to the waistband of her leggings, and rip them down the middle, revealing her perfect pink lacy panties.
“You ass, those were Lululemon!” She kicksme in the stomach, winding me as I try not to double over. Yep, the leggings might have been a step too far.
I launch myself on top of her writhing body, crushing my weight on top of her until her breathing is as labored as mine from her cheap shot.
“That was free, princess. Next time I won’t be so fucking nice.”
“What are you going to do to me?” she whimpers.
I bend down so my lips graze her ear. “If you want to stop, just say red,” I whisper. “If you say no, or stop, I’m not gonna stop, okay?” I feel her nod against me. “What will you tell me if you want to stop, Katie?”
“Red.”
“Good girl.”
I push back off her, pinching her cheeks between my fingers and thumb. Her lips pop open, so pouty and pink. I lean forward, taking her bottom lip between my teeth, pulling it back before it pops back into place.
“Your question shouldn’t be what I’m going to do to you. It should be what am I going to make you do for me. Because you’re begging for it, aren’t you? Look at you.”
“No.”
“Desperate.”
“No!” she snaps.
