Chapter 9
I was shown to a massive bedroom and none too gently reminded to stay put. Jaeden and his group had taken over the old manor house which had been built for one of the owners of one of the biggest logging companies that helped our town establish its footprint in Pend Oreille County. This meant the house was ancient. Ancient, but beautifully crafted. Much of the place had been falling down, which made many of the kids in Newport believe it had been haunted; they only went in it on a dare. Just before the flu wiped out the town, the mayor had led a renovation project on the estate that would be managed eventually by Pend Oreille County Historical Society as an extension of their museum complex.
The room I was in was gigantic, and must have been part of the finished wing, since it had a huge, black four poster bed that had a billowing canopy of white silk and gauzy panes that draped to the floor at each corner. The room was masculine, yet looked as if it had a woman’s touch to it. The bed had a gray silken duvet with black trim and matching silk sheets, with an insane amount of pillows of the same material scattered against the headboard. The walls were painted in a darker shade of gray, with black crown molding around the ceiling.
There was a huge settee at the end of the bed, which was silver in color, and had a white fur throw placed over it. I ran my fingers over it and smiled. “PETA would have a field day here…” My eyes landed on the massive tub that took up a corner of the room, already filled with water. I walked over to it and stuck the tips of my fingers into the blissfully seductive depths. It was warm…
I smiled. A bath. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d taken a bath. We only had showers at the shelter. It was ideal for the amount of people we had there, but I missed bathing. Did I dare? I did, but first things first. I walked to the door and tapped on it.
Bjorn was just on the other side of it, so I knew he’d hear me splashing if I indulged, and I didn’t wish to have him walk in on me. “What?” he asked gruffly.
“The bath in the room, may I use it?”
“If you wish to use it, I can abide giving you privacy,” he said with a stern look. “Do not make a mess for Jaeden to return to.”
“Okay, are there towels? Do you know how long he will be gone?” I asked as an afterthought. No way in hell was I going to chance having him return to find me all naked in his tub.
“Step aside,” he ordered, and I quickly obliged. He was either a soldier by nature, or had served his country, based on his stance. He was aware of where I stood and what I did, even as he moved around the room to a locked armoire and pulled out some items for me. “Is there anything else you need?’
“No,” I replied looking at everything he’d brought out. There was a tray, and on it, an iPod, washcloths, a towel, and several bars of sweet scented soap as well as an assortment of bath salts. Based on where Bjorn pulled these items from, either Jaeden had found these items here, or he’d planned on entertaining women here.
“Do you require sustenance?” he continued.
“You mean food?” I asked, wondering who the hell referred to food as sustenance in this day and age. Hell, maybe Jaeden had found Bjorn here with the house and resurrected him or found him in a dusty old home in his old country. Bjorn had the same odd accent Jaeden did.
“I’ll bring you food when you finish bathing, mistress.”
Mistress?
I waited for him to shut the door, and then smiled. A friggin’ bath! I did a happy dance around the room with a grin from ear to ear covering my face. I was dancing around when I caught sight of the huge stones beneath the black clawfoot tub, and paused. No way. I walked over and yes, I got on my stomach to look at the huge boulders. It was friggin’ genius! I reached out to run my finger over one of the round stones and cried out. “Ouch!” It was hot!
Okay, so obviously it was genius, and I was an idiot. There was no faucet, but there was a cold bucket of water that was close enough to the stones beside the tub that the water wouldn’t be ice cold. I looked around the room as if I expected Jaeden to jump out at any second.
He’d gone hunting, which meant I had time to enjoy the tub. I felt bad for not mourning the girls, but they’d screwed up, and even though it hurt to know they’d died as they had, I couldn’t change it. I was still pissed that Jaeden had detained me as if he owned me, but more than an hour had passed since our confrontation and with the distance and time, the anger had dissipated.
I finally scrounged up the courage to undress, but not before I’d sprinkled bath salts into the water. I placed the tray at the end of the tub and slipped into the water with a groan of absolute pleasure. My pussy still ached from his touch, which was where my hands wanted to go. I shoved away the urge to finish what he started, but barely.
I wasn’t a prude, and I knew what sex was. I just hadn’t wanted to be used and discarded like some play toy. I’d made myself explore every curve of my body, and knew the difference now between how his hands felt, and my own. His made my body go into a state of emergency, while mine just did what was necessary for relief.
I closed my eyes, but the idea of music and a bath was seductive. I hadn’t charged my iPod in ages and wondered how many generators they were using to keep the electricity going in this place. I reached for the headphones, and slipped them on over my head. After I’d looked through the playlists and had found one labeled ‘slow submission’, I smiled. On it was a ton of hard rock, but there were also other songs which both relaxed and seduced my senses.
It was stupid, I knew it. I was in his room, listening to his playlist…or one he’d made for another woman. I felt like an interloper, and yet I didn’t care. The smell of rose in the water was provocative, and eventually, I placed the iPod which was in a waterproof case—handy—on my chest, while my hands skimmed over my flesh.
I moaned low in my throat, and then reminded myself of whom and where I was. I closed my eyes as I felt my nipples harden while the image of Jaeden flashed in my mind. The way his touch sent my body into overdrive, with a simple look or touch. One of my hands slipped beneath the surface to explore the ache between my legs, while the other played with my nipples.
The idea of getting off in his bedroom was both intoxicating and arousing. He’d never know what I’d done, because I was the only one here. I listened to the beat of the music as Puddle of Mudd’s Control played through the buds in my ears. My fingers found the beat, and I gasped as my fingers stroked the small bud in the junction of my legs.
He’d turned me on, and left me unsatisfied. It wasn’t his fault of course, because I’d have stopped it…or I’d like to think I would have. The idea of a man like him between my thighs drove me wild, but it could be because I’d yet to experience what he could do. That might explain why it was so easy for him to turn me on. I was a twenty-one year old virgin. Probably the only one in my town before the flu hit, and probably the oldest living one in the world now.
I allowed a finger to slip between the folds, and rocked my hips against it. My lips trembled as my nipples turned into hard pebbles. I could come so easily. A single finger slipped inside of me, and I gasped and opened my eyes to make sure the door was still locked, but it wasn’t the door I should have been worried about.
Nope, it was the six foot five male who was watching me with intensity so dark and hot in his eyes that instead of closing my legs, they fell open with a knee resting on both sides of the tub. I didn’t stop. I should have, but his eyes feasted on my bare pussy, and what I was doing to it.
“Fucking hell, Emma,” he growled. It was the only warning I got before he strolled to the tub and pulled me out of the water. “I expected you to be pissed. Instead, I come home to a fucking nymph in my bathwater.”
“I wasn’t…it wasn’t…where are you taking me?” I sputtered with a guilty blush spreading over me from head to toe. I landed on the bed with a whoosh of air that escaped my lungs. His mouth devoured mine as his hands took over what mine had just been doing.
“I love the way you tremble for me,” he growled. “The way your skin grows flushed, and your pussy weeps with the need to be fucked,” he murmured as he kissed his way down my flesh.
“Jaeden, what are you doing—” his mouth found the sweet nub of my core and my hips bucked against his mouth and the deliciousness of what he felt like there. “Oh, wow…” I moaned and made incoherent noises as the sound of his mouth sloppily sucking and licking my flesh echoed in my ears.
“You taste like heaven,” he replied as his mouth continued to ravish my sex. It wasn’t until he slipped a single finger inside of me that I knew I had to stop this. It was too much, the feeling intense and overwhelming. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, baring myself to him until I felt exposed, and instead of being embarrassed, I called his name and encouraged him to do even more.
“More,” I ordered and listened as he laughed without removing his mouth from my very wet, very close to coming pussy. “Yes! Oh God, that’s so good!”
Another finger was added, and soon I was riding it until I thought I would break into a million tiny pieces. I called his name, but then he was gone. I looked around the room, and felt the weight of his stare. Something was still touching me, and yet it wasn’t him.
I sat up in the tub and looked around. Jaeden sat in a chair on the other side of the room, watching me. I looked down at my body, and found my hand still buried in my naked flesh. My nipples were hard, but the iPod continued to play, something slower than it had been. “I was asleep,” I said to myself. I’d dreamt of him, and he’d been in the room with me as I had!
“Tell me, Emma, why were you calling my name in your sleep?” he asked from where he sat in a dimly lit corner. He stood and walked towards me, until I could see he was half undressed. His belt was undone, and his shirt was gone. I could see his massive length, hard and ready beneath the jeans.
“Nightmare,” I whispered as I chewed my bottom lip and looked up as he came to stand beside the tub. His eyes greedily consumed my flesh as he looked into the still-warm water of the tub.
“You normally masturbate while having nightmares?” he asked with a cocky grin lifting his lips.
“Is there a bad time to masturbate?” Did I really just say that!?
“I’d think that it would be a bad time to finger-fuck that sweet flesh in front of a man you almost fucked today. Considering I wasn’t finished with you,” he said as he knelt down and splashed water into my face. I brought my hand up to wipe away the water, but as I did, his hand replaced mine. “Don’t move,” he ordered. His finger found my folds, and slid between it. I moaned and tried to close my legs. “I said do not move. Do not come, either. Not unless I tell you to, my little minx.”
“Jaeden, I can’t…Oooh,” I moaned as his finger found the spot and pressed against it. Addy said most guys couldn’t find the spot, and that’s why people made million off writing guides, and yet he’d found it in seconds.
“Can’t what, Emma? Come? You can and will for me, many times,” he said as his smile grew hard and heated. “Fuck, you have a tight little sheath, don’t you?” he whispered as he added another finger. He pulled them out, only to curve them as he plunged them back inside. “When’s the last time this tight, sweet haven was plundered?”
He increased the speed, but even as I teetered on the brink of no return, I pushed him away. “Stop, I don’t want this.” It lacked conviction.
“That’s too bad,” he said as he shoved his fingers in deeper, only to pull them out abruptly and stand up to his full height. “Do you normally play hard to get, or is this just for me?” he sounded angry.
“There was a towel here,” I whispered embarrassedly. I’d been imaging him, and here he was. Yet I still couldn’t go through with it.
“It’s over there,” he hiked his thumb over his shoulder to where it lay on the chair he’d just moments ago vacated. “Get dressed, cock tease. I set out clothes for you. It’s too dangerous to go home tonight, so you’ll stay here.”
“I’m not a cock tease,” I snapped. “If I thought you’d be back in time for the show, I wouldn’t have done it.”
“You were turned on by what we did today, and so was I. I want to fuck you, Emma. It’s as simple as that. Why deny yourself what you want?”
Oh well, because, one, I’m a virgin. Two, I don’t even know much about you besides my body heads straight to Hussyland when you are close to me…Yup, couldn’t say those!
“I’m not playing hard to get, Jaeden. I don’t need a man to make me come.”
“Do it, I’ll watch,” he challenged as I sat up and crossed my legs over my naked vagigi. “I might even join in, and let you watch me.”
“Can you hand me the towel?” I asked and watched as his eyes lowered to where my boobs were barely submerged in the water. I could feel the iPod in the water, the buds floated but barely.
“Nope,” he said as he walked to the bed and plopped down on it. “Get it yourself, little girl.”
As if I wouldn’t? I stood from the water, watching as his eyes lowered to my shaved vagigi. I stepped from the bath, uncaring of the water that splashed over the edge in my anger. I walked over to the towel and picked it up to slip it around my body.
On the back of the chair was a sheer white nightie. “I’m not wearing that!” I looked around for my clothes, and gear. “Where are my things?” I had back-up clothing in my bag.
“You sleep with me tonight. Unless you prefer another of my men?” he questioned.
“So I have to sleep in your bed, with you? No thanks. The floor looks good enough for me.”
“That wasn’t an option,” he warned. “You don’t like taking orders, do you?”
“Does anyone?” I scoffed.
“Put the nightgown on, and get in this bed. It’s an order,” he said as his smile faltered and his eyes grew heated.
“No,” I snapped as I fisted my hands on my hips in nothing but a towel.
“Now,” he said, and the single word held enough command that I felt a push to do as he said. I shook my head.
“I’m not fucking you,” I snapped angrily. “My pussy? It’s off limits to you.”
“Is it? Because I’m pretty sure that is the second time it almost came from me barely touching it. You need to be fucked, and hard. I’d like nothing more than to chain those pretty legs to my bed and torture that sweet cove with my mouth, my fingers, my cock, and my tongue…for hours.”
I shivered and shook my head. “You do know what no means, right?”
“You do know you have sweet juices dripping down your leg from your readiness to be fucked, right?” he mimicked me.
“Then I guess I better clean it up, because you won’t be.”
“Is that a challenge?” he asked as he sat up, his pants slipping even lower on his tapered hips. “Because, Emma, I fucking love challenges, and right now? You’re the only challenge I see.”
“I’m still not fucking you—” He was off the bed before I could finish. I ran to the tub and around it. He strolled toward me with long, angry strides.
“I like it when women play hard to get. Never been one to take the easy pickings. So please, Emma, play hard to get with me.”
He trailed my movement with his eyes as I kept the tub between us. I held the towel to my chest as I watched him. “I don’t want to fuck! Period! No challenge, no hard to get. No fucking!”
“I don’t make love if that is what you’re asking for. Love is for idiots, little girl. You can’t play with fire and not expect to get burned. You were still moving those sweet delicate little fingers into your succulent flesh when I walked in. Those noises? Enough to drive a sane man insane. You called my name, several times. Tell me, was I fucking that sweet flesh good? Was I pounding my hard cock in deep enough for you to come while imagining it? I watched those sweet tips turn darker as they grew hard from what your own fingers were doing.”
“You shouldn’t have been watching me! It’s called privacy!”
“I’m sorry, but when there’s a woman in my own bath, in my own room, fucking her tight little pussy, clumsily at that, I’m not going to turn away from it. Not when it’s my name leaving her sweetly parted lips as she uses her fingers, trying to get off. You were trying to come, were you not?”
“Still not fucking you—” He caught me and took me to the floor. His mouth found my lips and claimed them hungrily.
“How many times have you come while picturing me?” he asked when he lifted his head.
“None,” I said truthfully. “I would have come once, but it wasn’t you I was imagining. Bjorn was…how should I put this…”
“Dead, if you finish that sentence.” There was no laughter in his tone, and his eyes turned dark without the heat which had just scolded my flesh. “I won’t share you with my men, unless of course, you want to fuck all three hundred and fifty two of them. I’m not sure this tight, sweet pussy could handle it though. I could be wrong though. Am I wrong? Shall I call them all in?”
“You’re a fucking asshole!” I growled through tears that filled my eyes and threatened to fall.
“I know I am,” he whispered as he sat up and released his hold on me. “Hunting gets the adrenaline pumping, and finding you as I did, well it sent me on the hunt for you.”
His eyes lowered to where the towel had come undone, and my entire anatomy was open for his inspection. “I love the knowledge that this sweet flesh is hairless,” he said as he stood up and walked to his dresser and opened one of the drawers. He tossed me a long shirt, and then left the room before I could call him back.
“That was brilliant, Emma!” I belittled myself as the tears fell. I was such an idiot. I’d been fucking myself, and instead of getting off, I’d fallen asleep! I slipped the shirt on over my naked curves and eyed the bed. This was crazy. I couldn’t sleep with him, not in any sense.
He walked back in with a bottle of cognac. He strolled over to the dresser and pulled down two crystal snifters before he moved to the bed. He placed them on a tray I hadn’t noticed earlier in my angry tirade. He poured two glasses to the rim, and then re-corked the bottle before placing it on the dresser. Next, I watched as he moved around the room with his sleek abs and muscular back.
He pulled out a pair of shorts, and then removed his pants. A smarter woman would have looked away, not me though. I was an idiot tonight, obviously. I watched as he turned and pointed his one-eyed gun right at me. Or, maybe it was a missile because it was huge, and I was pretty sure the Sex-Ed teacher had gotten it all wrong. I swallowed a groan as he carried his shorts to the bed and sat on the edge of it without putting them on.
I was gaping. I mean, my eyes actually bobbed as he’d walked to the bed, and I was pretty sure my mouth was open wide enough he could have slipped that missile inside of it without a problem. I’d seen men naked before, because Addy and I had hidden in the boy’s locker room once. Okay, it was more than once, but who wants to admit that?
I absently took a step closer to it, before remembering I wasn’t wearing panties, and was currently dressed in his clothing. I lifted my eyes, and found him watching me.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve never seen a cock before.”
“I’ve seen many cocks. I mean, I’ve seen a few at a time,” I whispered breathlessly. I wondered at my own words, why the hell had I said that? I had helped with some of the high school physicals when I was beginning my nursing courses. I’d seen them limp, fat, hard, and, well, limp. I’d never seen one this size, or of this magnitude. I’d never seen one I wanted to lick before, either. I absently licked my lips as I listened to him growl.
“So what you’re saying is, you’ve taken cocks before, but you won’t take mine?”
“Yes…uh, no. No.”
“Is it too big?” he asked with a wide grin.
“It’s huge!”
O. M. G. I was talking about his cock! With him present! And it was pointing at me! The thing was staring at me, and I swear to God it was bobbing, and waving a firm hello!
“It’s big, but I promise you could take it. I’ve seen smaller women take bigger cocks. Just means some positioning would be needed until you grew accustomed to it. Real men get their women excited first. They suck those sweet lips until the flesh is soaked with her come, and then her body will accept anything she tried to take inside of it. But you already know that, what with your curiosity to play with that sweet pussy. You have men at the shelter. Tell me, Emma, do they serve your needs?”
My head snapped up from my eye-fucking his massive cock at his words. “I don’t sleep around.”
“There’s nothing wrong with finding release.”
“I’m not like that, at all.”
“So you have toys?” he countered.
“Toys?”
“Sex toys, dildos, balls, that kinda stuff. Please tell me you’re not allowing that sweet, succulent pussy to be neglected. Besides, you shaved for someone.”
I had; for myself. I’d been shaving for a while, but that had been because everyone else was doing it. After Addy had called it a forest, I’d shaved it and then had just kept doing it to avoid the itchiness that came with it growing out. “Most women shave these days.”
“Do they?” he smiled knowingly. “Tell me, does it grow in the same color of your hair?”
“That’s none of your business,” I growled. This was crazy! His cock was aimed at me, and I wasn’t wearing any panties! I was in his room, when I should be demanding my things and leaving. Instead, I was ogling his Mr. Happy Whacker, and drooling over it!
He raised a brow as he took in my state of dress, and his state of undress. He was made for this, what with his sex God body, and tattoos that were located in places my tongue wanted to trace…that was it! I was tossing out every erotica book I’d obtained from houses. This was insane! I wasn’t a slut, and yet I felt the need to get on my knees and wipe that glistening pre-cum away from his magnificent cock with my tongue! I was a friggin’ virgin, who had a huge imagination and a slut between my legs that said pound me!
“Get dressed!” I cried and then winced. He smiled.
“Does it bother you? Or are you fighting the urge to be naughty with me? I’ll even let you sit on it if you ask me nicely.”
“Naughty? Would you cover Mr. Happy Whacker up?”
He burst out laughing, and yes, I watched his cock go up and down before I forced myself to turn away. I was fighting to get my pulse and my breathing under control when he came up behind me. “Don’t touch me. Just don’t do it, please,” I whispered.
“You’ve already named my cock,” he whispered as he pulled me back against him. “No one has ever named him before,” he said with laughter in his voice.
“Did you find the monster responsible for killing my friends?” I used ‘friends’ loosely as I changed the direction of this conversation.
“No, but we have an idea of where they are. We will be going out again in the morning.”
I turned to face him. “I need my things. I think it best I leave, before I do something I will regret in the morning.”
“Like fuck me?” he pulled away and glared at me.
“Exactly.”
“Get in the bed, Emma. I didn’t take you as a prude, but I guess I was wrong. You can have a night cap with me, and then sleep. Tomorrow is soon enough for you to go home. Drink,” he said as he handed me the glass.
“I’m not drinking it,” I said as I held it.
“It’s not drugged,” he assured me as he tipped his up and took a swig from it. He set it on the dresser as he carefully and very slowly put his shorts on over his firm ass. “I’m not trying to get you drunk either, or take advantage of you,” he said as he turned around and faced me. “You saw some pretty hairy shit today. The alcohol is just so you can sleep without seeing it.”
I eyed the glass and then brought it up to my lips and sniffed it. I wasn’t a big drinker, but he had a point. I didn’t want to dream about what had happened to Jillian and Bonnie. I just wanted to sleep and forget it before I had to face reality again. I took a big drink and coughed as it burned my throat. “Holy cat balls,” I sputtered.
“Drink it slowly; won’t burn so much.”
“You tell me this after I drink it,” I said with a sour look on my face.
“I’m going to kiss you, before we sleep.”
“Is that so? What if I don’t want you to kiss me?” I asked, lowering the glass as the feel of alcohol swept through me.
“Then you should probably stop kissing me back. It’s hard to not kiss you when you react the way you do. It makes me think you want my kiss.”
Maybe I was a cock tease? Because I had just licked my lips like a two-bit hussy who was ready to examine that thing in his shorts with my tongue, and he’d said kiss…not head! “I’m not a hussy, and I don’t go around just kissing people.”
“Good to know; that tells me a lot about you. That when you respond and melt beneath my touch—and you do melt—that it’s me and not just every male in the general vicinity.”
“Well, I’d have to kiss a few more people to compare these feelings to,” I said, smirking as I took another sip.
“Is that so? You think I’d allow it?” he asked as he drank the rest of his glass, and set the empty on the dresser. He lifted the covers on one side of the gigantic marshmallow bed and slid under them.
“I’m not yours.”
“Yet; you’re not mine yet. You will be.”
The single word said with so much confidence sent my heart hammering against my rib cage. “That’s a little cocky, don’t you think?”
“It’s called confidence,” he said and eyed my glass as he brought his hands up behind his head. “You need to know the difference, because with the way you kiss me, sooner or later, it’s going to end with us fucking.”
“I know the difference between being cocky, and being confident. And maybe I’m just desperate?” I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows.
“If you were desperate, you’d have jumped on my cock when I left it undressed and so brazenly displayed for you.”
“You make a good case, but say I found it lacking? Maybe I’m used to something so much bigger.”
I took another sip and smiled.
“Bigger? I felt how tight you were. You couldn’t handle bigger, little girl. You live in a small town where boys are just that, boys. I promise you that I am all man, and I also promise you this, Emma; I will have you. The only question is when it will happen, and how hard I will fuck you.”
What the hell was I supposed to say to that? I mean, I could come off with some shit, I was sure of it, but I think I had just experienced a word-gasm! I opened my mouth only to close it and repeat it. “That’s straight up cocky.”
“Yes, it actually was, but I’m also confident that you want me. I think my bluntness scares you and it should. I know what I want, and I go after it balls to the wall. I want you. It’s as simple as that, little girl.”
“Is that so?” I asked, and felt the heat from the alcohol as it warmed me from the inside, or maybe that was him. “You want me, and yet you keep calling me little girl. So you are either a huge pervert, or well, I forgot what I was saying.” I paused. I looked at the now empty glass and back up at him. “This isn’t a fair fight, and you promised to not take advantage of me.”
“I didn’t say anything about kissing you, or making you come tonight, little girl.”
“I’m not coming,” I said as I narrowed my eyes on him.
“Not yet.”
“Not tonight.”
“Who says?” he asked.
“Me!” I growled but it came out seductive. Oh holy crap. I was drunk! “You got me drunk.”
“Yes, I did,” he grinned, unrepentant.
I smiled. But no coming. I could be drunk, but I couldn’t allow him to get that close to make me go mindless. “I’m going to bed.”
“With me,” he said huskily.
I plopped down on the bed and crawled across it. It wasn’t until I reached the other side and turned to judge the distance between us that I remembered I had no panties on. I remembered because he was looking as I had, when I’d stared at Mr. Happy Whacker.
This, by the way, was a horrible name for a penis. I laughed, and his eyes left my naked backside to meet my eyes. His lips curved up into a beautiful smile.
“Do that again,” he said as I remained on all fours.
“I’m not showing you my ass again!” I laughed as I sat down.
“I like the sound of your laughter, sweet Emma.”
I lost the smile and blinked at him. “Not much left to smile or laugh about anymore.”
“Just because the world has gone to hell doesn’t mean you can’t live.”
“True,” I said, even though I didn’t believe it. I’d felt guilty for living when so many had died. It seemed unfair that babies had died, and those of us who had lived longer, well, lived. “Do you ever wonder why God allowed some to live, but took innocent lives? Like the babies. They didn’t deserve what happened to them. They hadn’t even lived yet.”
“You think God did this?” he asked as he continued to watch me from his lazy pose with his arms resting behind his head.
“Or Satan. I mean, what kind of God would allow this to happen? At first I thought it was a wakeup call. So many people had stopped living. In school, everyone spent most of their time checking updates on Facebook, or their phones. We’d stopped living, and between the internet and electronics, we’d become introverts.”
“That’s pretty deep,” he said as his lips curved up into a smile.
“I’m serious,” I said vehemently.
“Come to me,” he said in a tone that commanded me. I shivered from the intense heat that burned in his eyes.
“No funny business. You promised.”
“Do as I told you to,” he said not moving from his pose. “I said I wouldn’t fuck that tight, pretty pink flesh…yet. I told you I was going to kiss you.”
I was moving before I had any idea I was. I paused and looked up at him, once again back on all fours. I felt like a puppet, drawn to him! As if he held the strings which seemed to be attached to my vagigi. I was trembling, and when I stopped inches away from him, he smiled.
“Now lie down beside me, Emma, and part your legs for me,” he said with confidence burning in his eyes.
“You said you wouldn’t bang me tonight.”
“I said I was going to kiss you. I just didn’t say where I would place that kiss.”