He pushes me down harder, and I can feel more of his cock against me.
His hand runs down my spine, over my ass and then he grabs the edge of my dress and tugs it up. My naked ass, the suspenders, the gorgeous lace lingerie I secretly slipped into - it’s all on display.
And my butt cheeks are throbbing red from his handprint.
His hand slips between my legs, brushing over my pussy for just a second before he slaps me again, harder than before and the moan that falls from his lips is borderline feral.
My pussy is soaked.
He is finally going to fuck me, and I’m dizzy with relief.
Vincent lifts me as he stands up. My face is flushed, and my body is hot.
He pushes me away from himself, staring at me with coldness in his eyes, and a smirk on his lips.
“Go to your room. You aren’t getting dinner tonight. Don’t leave your room until morning.”
I hesitate.
“What?” I stammer in disbelief. “Must I wait in my room?”
“I didn’t say to wait. And don’t make me repeat myself, pet.” He looks as though he would tear me apart and my heart is racing so fast in my confusion and lust that my feet won’t listen to me when I try to walk away.
“Little raven.” He snarls, his face inches from mine. “Go to your room.”
I gasp in confusion and hurry away from him, almost running to my room, desperate to obey in case it means he is going to give me what I want.
But I wait.
Lying on my bed.
I wait for an hour.
More and more angry the longer he takes to come to me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vincent
My little raven storms off in a fit of rage with confusion traced in her eyes.
My cock is throbbing so hard against my pants it’s painful. I run my hands over the solid shaft of my cock. I should have made her kneel in front of me and suck me. I could have held her head in place and thrust myself all the way into her throat. The thought of her gagging as her throat closes over me makes my cock pulse harder.
I want her.
But she is trying to take control of the situation, to tease me, to taunt me with that lace wrapped around her perfect body - and I have to show her she is not the one in control here. I am.
Pure frustration burns through me like a wildfire as I march to my bedroom and into the bathroom.
I tug my pants open and free my cock, wrapping my hand around it, squeezing to ease the desire.
My hand rocks back and forth, gripping the shaft tightly as I picture her bending in front of me, that lace - her perfect pussy spread open for me as I pull the lingerie aside and thrust into her.
Fuck.
I explode in a matter of minutes. The tension she causes me is too much to bear.
Back in control of myself I return to the living room to enjoy my dinner.
