Bastard's Bride (Loftry University Playthings 4)
CHAPTER13
Luke
The days start to pass by in a blur, and I detest every moment away from Shelaine, but for some reason, our paths just aren’t crossing like I want them to. It’s not that she’s avoiding me, far from it. It’s all me.
In the times I’m not seeing her in a public venue, I’m messaging her, learning about her in ways that don’t involve sex. She confirmed her love of storm chasing and gave me a lot of good information I could use either for her or against her.
Every molecule in me craves her, and what we’re doing right now just isn’t enough. The only thing allowing me to maintain my sanity is knowing that it will all be over soon. She’ll be by my side for me to touch and fuck whenever I want.
Every moment I can steal away and fondle her in the office puts a stupid smile on her face. But I can’t be around her when she is by herself. I promised that her first time would be at the claiming ceremony, and it’s becoming harder and harder to maintain.
She’s like the air in my lungs.
The ground beneath my feet.
All the other sappy shit poets say.
And that’s why, the day before her claiming, I’m with her on a date. A motherfucking date. Complete with nice slacks and a polo. How is it that this slip of a girl has managed to get under my skin so much that I agreed to go on a date? It’s bad enough that I can barely think when she’s not around, but every moment in her presence is like someone took my brain out of my head and tossed it on the ground, where it lies useless.
She sits across from me, her full lips sliding against the fork as she delicately eats her spaghetti. I so desperately want her mouth on other areas, and that will happen soon enough. I just have to be patient. For the last several days, I’ve had to make do with stalking, spying, watching her cams, and jerking myself off but not allowing myself the release, just saving it all up so I can give her the first time she deserves, with everyone else watching.
Leaning over the table, I motion for her to come forward so I can whisper in her ear. “I want you to go to the bathroom, take off your panties, bring them to me and sit right here.” I point to the space in the booth right next to me.
If I can’t fuck her, then I’m going to at least have my hands on that silky cunt of hers. A slight blush flushes her face, and I’m instantly rock hard. With small movements, she slides out of her side of the booth and disappears into the back, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I already know how I’m going to take her and what I’m going to do to her first. I’ve been practicing with the other knife, but how am I going to take her actual virginity? Since there’s no barrier, it shouldn’t really hurt her all that much, but she’s so fucking tight, and I’m hung like a goddamn horse.
Part of me wants to give her this moment, to slide in and ease her into things. But the other part of me, the part that wonders if I’ll be able to keep my composure once I’m down there, wants to ram into her hard, leaving no doubt in her mind who’s claiming her.
Before I can decide, she shuffles back over to me, her face even redder than when she left. Sliding out of my side of the booth, I motion with my hand, making a gallant gesture, for her to ease in. I open my other hand and smile as she drops the tightly wadded panties onto my palm.
With a quick motion, I tuck them into my pocket and slide in after her. Once we’re both seated, I reach over and grip her knee, pulling her open before sliding my hand up. Her fingers reach out and try to push me away in a flurry of movement, and for a split moment, anger rises up. I tamp it down, though, needing to coax my rabbit into my dark world of dominance instead of yanking her forward. It will serve me better in the long run.
“You’re going to sit here, eat your damned spaghetti, and keep your legs open. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice is a soft whimper, and it takes everything to not groan right there.
“You’re going to keep quiet for me while I touch your pussy in this nice restaurant, with all these people watching. It will help get you prepared for when I slam my cock into that virgin hole of yours in front of everyone. But, which hole will it be? Hmmm?”
Pausing, I move my hand up, grazing the short, crips hairs guarding her pussy. This time, I do groan, but I keep it low, almost like a growl, as I moan into her ear. Her body vibrates under mine as I pull my head away and flag down the waiter.
The moment my hand goes up, Shelaine freaks out and starts to move. Jerking my hand away from her dripping pussy, I grip her thigh, digging my fingers into her muscles.
“Behave, or I’ll tell the waiter exactly what it is I’m doing to you. If you want him to be unaware, then you better eat your food while I finger fuck you under this table. Better hurry. He’s on his way.”
My hand slips back under her skirt, and I feel for her wet opening, sighing as I slide a finger inside. From the angle we’re at, it’s a little difficult, but I make it work. Soon, her hips are moving back and forth as she tries to get me deeper inside.
For all her protestations, my little slut likes to be the center of attention when I shower her with my sexual favors. Keeping my hand firmly between her thighs, I order another glass of wine for myself and another water for her.
The waiter looks over at Shelaine but chooses to keep his mouth shut, saying nothing as he turns to fulfill my request. Poor Shelaine’s face is just as red as the pasta sauce, and despite the humiliation, her pupils are dilated, and her lips are parted. Even her pussy gives a small spasm as she watches the waiter walk away.
As much as I want to stay inside her, I know I’ll have to separate from her at some point. Pulling back, I make a big show of sliding my glistening fingers into my mouth and savoring her taste.
“I figured I’d have a little dessert before finishing my meal. Now hurry up and eat so I can devour you some more.”
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