The Entitled (The Entitled Duet 1)

“Take off your nightie,” I demand, needing to see all of her. I know this is not going to end well. I should tell her I’m struggling and frustrated. But my dick is not listening. She cocks her head at me, her eyes searching for something. Biting her lip, she pulls her black silk nightgown over her head. Christ, she’s beautiful!

“Sit back and spread your legs.” I’m growling like a caged beast.

“Reed? What’s going on?” Her hands are touching the screen as if that would let her touch me.

“I said spread your legs!” She hesitates and looks at what I assume is her bedroom door, then scoots back, props a couple pillows behind her, and puts the computer between her legs. She opens them slowly. I hiss out something as I see her perfect pink sex glistening at me.

“Happy?” She breathes out.

I look at her flat stomach, her unbelievable breasts, and I almost start crying.

“Jesus.” I shake my head. “You have ruined me, Kitten. I’m so sick of wanting you, needing you. Do you have any idea what you have done to us?” My voice doesn’t even sound like me, I’m so goddamn broken. She looks sad, and I almost take back what I said, but I’m hurting and want her to know it.

“I want you to touch yourself, Kitten.” Needing to control her, it’s like a sickness inside me.

“And, I want you to do exactly what I say. Don’t you dare come until I say so.” She looks at me, and I feel her blue eyes zeroing in on me, almost like she has lasers in them. Like they are slicing my heart in two.

“Take your middle finger and slowly shove it deep inside that warm hole of yours. I can see it glistening already.” I pull down my gym shorts.

She does what I tell her, and she arches her back, so her hand and pussy are all I see.

“That’s so hot, Tess. Now pump that finger deep inside. Find your G-spot and rub it.” I watch, mesmerized.

“Reed.” She’s all breathless. “You know I never can find it.”

I want so badly for my finger to be inside her, stroking her. “That’s okay, Kitten. When you’re home, I’ll find it.”

She moans. “Reed… this feels so, so good.”

I smile. I love when Tess lets go. She’s magnificent. “Let’s make it feel even better. Pull that wet finger out and rub that delicious clit.” She obeys me, her breath ragged. She’s starting to get a little loud with her moaning. I should quiet her, but I hate Robert, so I let her be as enthusiastic as she wants.

The louder she moans, the harder I get. Reaching for my cock, I start to stroke myself. She instantly looks up at the screen.

“Take off your shirt, Reed. I need to see you.” Her voice sounds so excited, I moan. Teasing her with a hint of my dimples, I hear her curse about putting her tongue on them. Letting go of my dick, I pull my sweaty shirt off. She puffs out some air. Her fingers haven’t stopped rubbing her clit. I praise her, even when I’m upset with her. I can’t help but give her my approval. She loves it, needs it.

“That’s it, Tess. Does that feel good, Kitten? Do you wish those were my fingers?” I reach for my hard cock again.

“Reed,” she whimpers, “I do, I really do.” She’s getting close. I can see her clit starting to pulse and we’ve only started.

“Don’t you dare come, Tess,” I scold her harshly. “Stop touching yourself.” She groans in frustration, giving me the kill stare.

“Tess,” I say harshly.

She stops, although she does one last rub over her pink, swollen clit.

I smile, because, she’s so goddamn sexy and naughty. She keeps her legs open, so my eyes can feast on that swollen nub.

“Now, I want you to take one hand and spread those lips, No touching yourself, Kitten! Go on…” She opens her slick lips at my command and smiles mischievously.

Now I do give her my dimples. “Since you can’t control yourself from coming, you have to wait and watch me stroke my cock.”

Her eyes are half-mast, making her look like a goddess. I stroke myself slowly. Her breasts are flushed and her nipples are tight and hard.

“Take your other hand and squeeze those hard nipples. Yeah… Kitten, look at my cock—it’s leaking for you.” I take my precum and spread it all over the tip. I lean back and spread my legs, giving her a better view.

“God, Reed, I want to touch myself again.” She’s whimpering.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Tess.”

“I love you, I’m yours,” she pants.

“Fuck, that’s it, Tess. I’m close, baby. You keep those lips open and take those fingers and work them all over that pretty wet cunt.” She gasps at my crudeness, but I don’t care because I’m close to coming. And for the first time in a while, I feel good and connected to her.