“She is better than you.”
She rocks back on her heels. Part of me knows that was the wrong thing to say, but the bigger part of me relishes the effect my words have on her. Her eyes glisten with what looks to be tears.
Her chin quivers. “Good. At least I know where we stand on that.” With that comes the skirt, which she lets drop to the floor before kicking it away. My frustration toward her mounts. I don’t have time to play childish games.
“Are you finished with your tantrum?”
“Fuck you,” she spits.
I’m on her in a flash, even before I know what I’m doing. She gasps, but most of the sound is cut off with my hand circling her throat.
Fear floods her eyes and drains the color from her cheeks. “Is that what this is all about? You want me to fuck you? You’ve practically been begging for it since you got here. Is that what you want?”
She tries to shake her head but can’t move much. “No,” she chokes out.
“So it was some other Lucas you were thinking about in the shower the other day?” I lean in, so close our noses touch. Her shallow, panicked breath is hot against my face. I love it. I want her fear, her tears. “When you were fingering yourself? You mean to say it wasn’t me you were thinking about?”
With my other hand, I cup her ass, blood surging to my cock and stiffening it almost instantly. “Fucking tease. Saying my name out loud like you did. Knowing I would hear you. And now, this little striptease?”
“Not a striptease,” she chokes. She’s gone stiff, frozen in fear, and that’s good. I like that almost too much.
“Face it. It was an excuse to get naked in front of me, or as good as.” I throw her onto the bed, where she bounces hard enough to almost knock her back off. She rolls over, trying to get away like wounded prey, but doesn’t she know that when you run, you only make the predator want you more. I take hold of her legs, flip her onto her back, and wedge myself between her thighs.
“Here. Let me take care of the rest for you.”
“Stop it!” she screams.
“No, you’re right. You shouldn’t have to wear anything you don’t feel comfortable in.” I tear off her panties, shredding the thin cotton with no effort. She lets out a choked sob that should stop me but instead reaches that dark place deep inside that I’ve tried so hard to suppress and ignore. It’s like a drug, and it goes straight to my head.
“Isn’t this better?” I ask, laughing at the way she tries to pull her ankles out of my grasp. “Fight all you want. We’ll see who tires first. I promise it won’t be me.”
“You’ve made your point. Let me go!” Her face is red, her eyes wild with fear.
“No. Not until I say so.”
She squeals when I land on top of her, smacking at my shoulders with both hands, bucking wildly like she wants to throw me off.
“That’s right, keep fighting,” I grunt, working at my belt and unzipping my fly. “You’re only getting me harder. That’s what you want, right? To tease me? To get me off?”
“Just stop,” she pleads. When I get back up, she blinks in obvious disbelief—then tries again to run away from me, crab-walking her way across the bed. This game is one I enjoy far more than I should. I want her to think she’s getting away, think that she’s safe, and then I want to snatch that safety right out from under her.
I easily take her by the leg again and pull her back to me while she sobs out her dismay. “You know what. I like you better with your mouth full.” She tries to turn her head away when I aim my cock at her lips but changes her mind once I take a handful of her hair and pull.
She’s not so eager this time, not like before. Now she has no choice but to take what I’m feeding her, which is all of me, until she gags with her nose smashed against my base.
“This is what happens when you push me too far.” I hold her there until her face goes bright red, then pull back just enough for her to suck a breath through her nose. “Eventually, you’ll learn not to fuck with me.”
I squeeze one of her tits, increasing the pressure until she sobs around my cock. Nice tits, too, full and firm with tiny pink nipples. “That’s just how I like it.”
Her distress makes me laugh as much as it makes me fuck her face. Harder than before. That was fun, a way to vent my anger. This? This is punishment, pure and simple. Nobody takes what I offer and throws it back at me.