Being hated by her was delicious.
It tapped into a part of me I rarely let loose, and with every step closer, the tension between us grew thicker.
By the time she stood beside me, hip to hip at the bar, her breath grew shallow.
‘We need to talk, Sarah.’ I kept my eyes on Jake and his group as I spoke.
‘I’ve got nothing to say to you.’
‘Mmm. So I’m good enough to help fulfil your sordid little fantasies, but a conversation is too much?’ I traced a finger over the condensation on my glass, gathering up the droplets as she watched. ‘A little rude, don’t you think?’
‘Last time we spoke, you threatened me.’ Her words dripped with ire. Such a sharp-tongued thing for someone so outwardly sweet.
‘I didn’t. I merely suggested I have a secret of yours to spill if you don’t behave yourself.’
Sarah’s chest rose with each breath, her tits soft and full where they met her low-cut dress.
‘I’m not a child. Why would I behave?’ The lady doth protest too much. Her words conflicted with the hungry way she watched my fingers slipping through the drops on my glass, gathering moisture on the tips.
‘Because you want to be used like a filthy slut. To be spread open and fucked while you wriggle and protest because it makes you wet.’
She didn’t respond, a light whimper tumbling from her lips as my words sank in.
‘You think I didn’t see you the other night? That although you may have been riding Jake’s fingers, it was me you watched.Mewho you came for. That orgasmwasmine.’
‘No,’ she whispered. ‘It was mine. I begged him to touch me like that. He used you to please me.’
I sidled closer to her, turning my head to whisper in her ear. ‘And you hate that. You hate that he even wants to please you. You want him to useyouforhispleasure.’
Sarah’s throat bobbed, her gaze dropping to the bar as her cheeks heated.
‘Don’t you see how wrong you are for him?’ I taunted her. ‘He’s so good. So sweet. So dutiful. You don’t deserve him.’
Sarah’s words were barely audible. ‘Neither do you.’
She wasn’t wrong.
‘Don’t you think I see how you look at him? How badly you want him.’ Sarah said, looking up at me, those eyes stormy. ‘But you’ll never have him.He’s mine.’
I lifted my fingers, grazing my thumb over them as she watched. ‘You’re only holding onto him so I can’t have him.’
‘Fuck you, Drew.’
‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You don’t even want him. You want someone who would spread you over the bar and pump you full of cum before making you sit in it all night while talking to your friends. You want someone who will push you. Who can match your darkest desires… that’s not Jake.’
‘You’re wrong,’ she whispered, her fingers whitening against the countertop.
I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her cheek.
‘Am I?’
I slid my wet fingers beneath her skirt, past her panties, and sank them knuckle-deep into her hot cunt. ‘Fucking soaked. Just like I thought.’
Sarah didn’t move; she stared straight ahead. But there was no hiding the flush on her cheeks and the widening of her pupils.
‘Go on, scream for him to come stop me.’ My voice rumbled between us as I withdrew my fingers to the tip before pushing them back into her sodden heat. ‘Tell me to stop.’
Just like Jake, she didn’t.
