“You little liar,” I taunt, drawing my fingers through her folds and dragging them up to the hard nub hidden between her lips. I circle it, hear the catching of her breath, watch her face as her knees buckle. “Dirty, dirty little liar. You’re soaked.”
I drag my hand out of her panties smearing her arousal over her belly before bringing those fingers between us as if to show us both how wet they are.
She glances at them then turns away but there’s no denying it.
“If you weren’t such a liar, I’d make you come,” I say, placing those fingers on her cheek to turn her face back to me before I smear her arousal over her lips. “But I can’t stand lies or liars.”
“Fuck you, you’re an asshole!”
She tries to wrench her head out of my grasp, but I bury my fingers in her jaw and press the back of her head against the wall.
“Watch your mouth, little liar. I don’t like girls who swear.”
“You don’t have to like me. In fact, I’m sure there’s no risk of that happening.”
“You’re right about that but I don’t want to put my dick in so foul a place so let’s start a list of rules. You can think of them as your commandments. Think you can remember them, or do we need to write them down? I noticed your brother didn’t bother enrolling you in any university program. I hope there’s not a cognitive problem.”
“Fuck. You.”
I dig my fingers in. “Thou. Shalt. Not. Swear.”
“Fuck. You. Asshole.” She matches my tone although her words come out slightly strange with me squeezing her cheeks like I am.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll fuck your asshole if you say it one more time. What do you think? You want to try me? Because I can guarantee two things.” I hold on up one finger. “One. You will not enjoy it.” I hold up the second. “Two. I will.”
She exhales through her nose keeping her lips sealed tight.
“Come on. Try me, Isabelle. Let’s make this a fun morning. Tell me to fuck off again. Go on.”
Nothing. Nothing but daggers shooting from her eyes.
“Just once? You’re not scared of me, are you?”
“I think you’ll look for any excuse to punish me and I’m not going to make it easy for you, Jericho St. James.”
I study her, ignoring the buzzing of my phone in my pocket. I smile, then lean my face close and kiss her full on the mouth, tasting her lips, the sweet musk of her pussy. Then the copper of blood as she opens her mouth and snaps her teeth shut over my lower lip, drawing blood and daring to meet my eyes as she does it.
I grin, kiss her deeper and when her teeth drop away, I take her lip between mine and tease it, play with it, but I don’t bite, not yet. Instead, I drag my bloody lip over her cheek, smear my blood like war paint on her beautiful face before dropping her arms and stepping away, watching as her legs give out at the unexpected release and she falls to hands and knees.
She looks up at me, face flushed, a smear of red across one cheek, breath short. She sits back on her heels. I like her like this. I’ll have her there tonight, I decide. On her knees. My cock down her throat. Choking on my come.
My phone buzzes again and I draw it out of my pocket, read the text. My brother. They’re waiting on me.
“I’m tempted to bend you over the bed and fuck you now, but it’ll have to wait. Do try to keep your hands out of your pants until I’m back.”
Her mouth falls open as if she’s offended.
I walk to the door, unlock it, but turn back to her before I open it. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
I know from the look on her face she’s screaming every foul word she knows at me, but she’s smart. She knows I’m not screwing around. I will fuck her in the ass to punish her and she’s clever enough to know that is not a punishment she wants to earn.
“See how well this is working already?” I ask her.
She gets to her feet, picks up the first thing she can reach, which happens to be the lamp on the nightstand, tugs it so hard that the plug comes out of the wall socket, and she hurls it at me. Her aim is shit and she misses. It crashes against the wall, and I can’t help but laugh.
But my phone buzzes again. I need to get downstairs. So, I put a stern look on my face and turn back to her. When I take one step toward her, she backs up three.
“That was an antique,” I pause. “Get it cleaned up. We can decide how you’re going to pay me for the damage tonight.” I open the door, purposely crunching glass under my shoe before I step out into the hallway. I turn back to her. “And it bears repeating. Don’t do anything stupid.”