I should be working now, but I’ve come up here like a fucking dog in heat. Panting. My cock hanging heavy and stiff.

Chelsea’s eyes are large in her white face. Our gazes align exactly. For a stinking moment it feels as if I have made a terrible mistake. My stomach clenches. I should talk to her. There are so many things I want to say, but I have no words.

Then she lifts her chin proudly and walks to the armchair. She sinks into it like a Queen. “What do you want?” she asks scornfully.

No, I didn’t make a mistake.

She looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. She is a manipulative, lying little bitch. I was right to bring her here. Here, I will exorcise her from my soul. I will dress her in the finest clothes, shoes, and jewelry. Then I will use her. After I am done with her I will discard her like yesterday’s newspapers.

She glares at me, and I feel the anger rise within me. She stole two years of my life from me. I need to punish her, as I did in the limousine. I think about how perfect her ass looked, and I know exactly what I want to do.

Silently, I walk over to the armchair that she is seated in, and touch her face. She stiffens at the contact but doesn’t move away. I get down onto my knees so we are at eye level with each other. Neither of us has uttered a word. I look down at her pink lips. They are plump, and I can already see them wrapped around my cock. My eyes glide across her face and I look at her small, upturned nose, her sparkling blue eyes, and her fair hair.

She is more beautiful now than I remember.

I place my hand on her knee without taking my eyes off her face. I slide my hand up her skirt in a way that also lifts the skirt so that it is bunched around her waist. I look at the granny panties she is wearing. They are a far cry from the lacy thong. She must have changed into this pair when I allowed her to use the bathroom in her apartment.

I grab her panties and her small teeth sink into her bottom lip. I pull the cotton material down her thighs, and toss them to the side.

She glares at me, but she says nothing. I lean my face close to hers; I don’t want to miss any change of expression on her face.

My fingers dance along the soft skin of her inner thigh. I expect some token resistance, but she gives none. Well, well. She is not going to tell me to stop, nor does she look like she plans on moving away. She wants me to think she feels nothing, but little goosebumps start appearing on her skin as my fingers move higher and higher up her thigh.

I lean her back gently and she does not resist me. Just looks at me with those enormous blue eyes. I watch the pupils widen, and her mouth part as her breath comes faster. I crave the taste of her mouth so damn much it shocks me, but this is not about my pleasure.

This is about showing my total control of her body. That I can do what I want when I want with her body … now my body.

My fingers brush against the soft triangle of fair hair. She squeezes her eyes when I touch her clitoris. It is engorged with blood. Oh yes, she can lie all she wants, but she is as aroused as I fucking am.

I smile mockingly, and let my fingers wander lower until I feel how slick she is. My thumb remains on her clit and without warning I plunge two fingers into her slit. She gasps, her eyes snapping open with shock, but the expression on her face is one of defiance. She refuses to show me that she is enjoying what I’m doing to her. Her eyes stay glued to me as she tries to control her breathing. She doesn’t expect my fingers to move so deeply inside her.

I’m not gentle. Why should I? She’s loving this rough and after two fucking years of her absence, I deserve this. Hell, this bitch left without saying a fucking word to anyone. All those days, weeks, maybe even months that she must have meticulously planned her departure.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her, hearing the loud sucking sounds of her wet juice on my fingers. Every few thrusts, she grunts or takes in a gasping breath, but she won’t give me the satisfaction of relaxing into it. She stares rebelliously at me.

With one arm holding her steady the other hand fucks her harder and faster. The walls of her pussy begin to tighten. She is so close now. My big plan was to stop. To take her to the edge and just stop. To make her beg for my cock, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I want to see the look on her face when I bring her to orgasm.

Finally, a low moan escapes her lips.

My thumb rubs against her hardened clit while two fingers search for her G spot. The way she is trying to stifle her moans now tells me that I’ve found it.

She grabs my shoulder and squeezes. I know that she can’t contain herself much longer. She clenches her jaw and looks away momentarily, only she can no longer control herself. Her eyes roll back into her skull. Her body becomes limp for a moment, but that doesn’t make me stop, because I know that she’s ready for something bigger.

Soon she will … come again.

Chelsea lets out a loud scream and her body buckles and then shakes uncontrollably. Her thighs crush my hand, and her toes curl. There is an earthquake going off inside her, but I don’t cease the thrusting of my hard fingers, not even for a moment. She groans so much I can barely hide the excitement in my eyes.

She is mine.

Whether she wants it or not she belongs to me. In my lair. Mine to do whatever I fucking please. Beholden to me until I decide to release her.

Her body is still shaking as her moans drop to soft whimpers. Her muscles take time to relax and her breathing is heavy and ragged, but now I notice that as much as she is trying to avoid staring at me, she can’t. Our eyes lock. There is a strange expression in her eyes. I extract my fingers from her sweet cunt.

I want to taste her orgasm from the tips of my fingers, but now is not the right time. I stand and remove a handkerchief from the pocket in my jacket. Calmly I wipe my fingers on it.

This is called control.

Chelsea has not moved. She is just staring at me with that odd look on her face. I can’t tell if there is anger in her. Her legs are still partially spread and I can see her pussy from here. It is taking all of my self-control to not lay her down and fuck her right on the chair she is seated on.

I am fully erect, but I choose, I force myself not to do anything about that. Not now. Not yet. Soon. Very soon.

I open my mouth to speak, but even better than words will be silence. Deliberately, I put the handkerchief back into my jacket pocket, and I turn away. I close the closet door behind me and suck the one finger I did not wipe.

She tastes like heaven.