Page 13 of Vow of Hate

“On a scale of one to ten.”

“Is ten the most?”

I shrug. “Sure.”

“Then ten,” she says it like it’s obvious. Her attitude makes me laugh. I like seeing it. It only makes Sienna cuter.

I back away from her and she breathes in deeply. I affect her, I realize. Not surprising. I typically tend to affect those around me.

“You should be punished for running,” I say. “But instead, I want to show you what you’ve been missing all these years as you waited for marriage. Granted, this might be both a punishment and a reward. Wait here.” I leave the room, deliberately keeping the door open just to see what she does, and go into my sex room. I open a drawer and gaze down at my collection of vibrators. I’ve made a lot of women squeal from these.

After grabbing a vibrator that’s long and skinny – perfect for Sienna – I return to the bedroom, only to find that Sienna isn’t on the bed. Where is she?

I step into the room and feel something next to my head. I jerk out of the way just in time so Sienna can’t hit me with the lamp she has in her hands. My laugh is loud and carefree as I grab the lamp from her. Once again, Sienna has surprised me. Instead of running, she has chosen to fight. I like that about her.

Though I shouldn’t like anything about her. Hating her is much more easy. But liking her… that’s when things get complicated.

I easily grab the lamp from her and rip it out of her hands. “You’re cute, thinking you can hurt me.” She glares at me as I set the lamp back in place. “Get on the bed.”

Her glare turns into wide, doe eyes as her face turns even whiter. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“No.” I lift up the vibrator and wave it at her. “I’m going to have fun with you. Don’t you want to have some fun, Sienna?”

“Not with you,” she huffs out.

I smirk. “Funny. Now get on the bed.”

“I can’t,” she whispers, bowing her head. “I can’t move.”

With a low growl, I pick her up and throw her onto the bed. Sienna gasps. I part her legs roughly and place the vibrator against her pussy. Her pesky hair is in the way. I’m going to have to change that soon.

“What are you doing?” she asks. “You said you wouldn’t touch me.”

“And I’m not going to touch you. This is. Have you heard of a vibrator before? Have you ever used one?”

“No,” she says it like she thinks I’m crazy. Well, I am crazy.

“You’ll like it. I’ve made many a woman come from this.” I turn the vibrator on and press it right to her clit. Sienna’s hips jerk up as she cries out.

“It hurts,” she whines. “Please. Stop.”

I lower the intensity level. “This should be better. Feel it, Sienna. Feel how good this can be.” I circle the vibrator around her little nub.

Sienna’s hips continue to rock up as her eyes widen. “What are you doing to me?”

“You like this? Your body seems to.”

“It’s instinct.”

“I think it might be more than that. I think if you just let yourself like this, then it would be the most pleasurable thing you’ve ever felt in your little life. In your little, catholic life without sex and fun.” I press the stick onto her clit harder.

Her lips part and her cheeks flush as her hips rise up. “Oh,” she gasps. It’s not a sound of fear but instead… pleasure. Confused pleasure but pleasure, nonetheless.

As I keep circling the vibrator around her clit, Sienna soon begins rolling her hips against it. No longer afraid, jerky thrusts. No. This time, she’s moving her body to the motion I’m showing her. Slow, sensual rock of her hips against the vibrator.

I keep my eyes locked with hers. When she tries to look away, I say, “Don’t. Keep your eyes on me.”

Her cute little face is so red. It makes me want to kiss her. That thought comes to me unbidden. I’ve kissed many a woman before but usually, I would prefer to use my cock and hands and mouth on their pussies. Kissing was just part of the foreplay. It was never the main act. But right now, I want to kiss Sienna.