Her leg is perched on a chair in the dining room, her head back, her mouth parted as a moan escapes those plush lips.
I told her I would know if she tried to touch herself, my girl is greedy and she will pay for it.
Chapter 16
ISABELLA
“Hello,” I answer softly, walking down the hall towards the library where I know I won’t be disturbed.
“Isabella. How are you? I know it’s been a while but I am home on leave and was really hoping we could get together,” Gabe says sounding hopeful.
Tristian’s words play in my head as I try to find the words to let Gabe down gently. He joined the Marines last fall. He told me one day he was going to win my heart and make me his wife. I never thought much on it, until now. I figured he would meet someone near his base and move on.
Gabe takes advantage of my hesitation to reply.
“I’m really sorry about your Papi, I know how close you are, after everything with your mom. And I know we haven’t spoken much over the past months, but I was hoping we can change that, now that I am home on leave, for two weeks.”
“Gabe, you’re a good friend ya know, and I hope you will always be a good friend to me, but I met someone. I don’t know if it will ever amount to anything but I hope it does. I don’t want to lead you on when my feelings aren’t mutual.” I let out a silent sigh of relief and hope he can understand and appreciate my honesty.
“I’m worried about you Isabella...no one knows where you are. You don’t answer your phone. No one has seen you. What is going on with these people you work for all the sudden? I don’t buy it.”
“I’m here because I want to be Gabe. Don’t call me again.” I end the call and block his number.
“I’m here because I want to be,” I whisper to myself.
The echo of boots heading into the game room sets me back on track. I make my way back to the dining
hall to clean up tonight’s meal.
Making use of the side cart, I stack the dirty dishes and glasses on the shelves so I can cart them to the kitchen for washing.
I can still feel Tristian’s touch lingering between my legs as I wipe the table down and put all the chairs in their rightful place. He makes me want to lose all control. My hand trails between my breasts imagining his tongue slithering down my torso.
The impulse to touch myself is too great to deny. With one foot steadied on a chair, I lift the skirt of my dress up and rub over my delicate skin. My finger is slick with my own heat and desire as I climb higher and higher. I pretend Tristian is doing all the work as I slip a finger inside.
I need more, I am so close but I can’t reach my peak. Imagining him isn’t enough. I need the real thing. I need Tristian. I rub my clit harder and pinch at my nipples through my thin dress. I feel crazed with lust for this man. My eyes are closed, my head is thrown back with my lips parted as I moan out wanting him.
I am so wrapped up in my need to get off that I don’t even hear him enter the room. I don’t register his presence until his arm curls around my waist and his warm breath is tickling my ear.
“I warned you Isa. I told you I would know if you touched yourself. It better be me you are thinking about and not that Gabe fucker.”
“Only you,” I say breathless and unsure of what he will do for my disobeying.
“I have to admit, watching you touching yourself is the single, hottest damn thing I have ever witnessed princess,” he confesses placing a single kiss against my neck.
His other hand comes up to my chest holding a switchblade. With care, he slices the sharp blade through the thin fabric of my dress, slicing it down the middle front.
“You’re a greedy girl Isa. I told I would take care of you. I told you if you were good for me I would play with you, didn’t I?” he peels the remains of my dress from my arms. His hands travel down my front exploring places that have never been touched by a man.
For a minute, I hear a childlike voice of a young boy in my head, “be a good girl and I’ll play the pumpkin king with you. You can be my pumpkin queen.”
“I’m a princess my Papi says so.”
I shake my head concentrating on Tristian’s heated, possessive touch instead of memories that aren’t making any sense.
I can feel his firm cock growing harder as he presses into my backside shoving me face down onto the large table. His fist wraps around my hair and tugs painfully hard. His mouth comes down biting the shell of my ear harshly.
“Your pussy better be wet for my touch and my touch alone. Did you tell that fucker to get lost?” He presses against my rear so deep I can almost feel him between my butt cheeks.