Page 62 of The Wallflower
“Did you let him touch you?”
She shakes her head. “I didn’t let him. He was just doing what any guy does on a date.”
The statement makes me see red, and I grit my teeth to keep from launching myself at her. "It doesn’t matter. He shouldn’t have asked you to begin with, and even if he did, you shouldn’t have agreed. By the time I’m through with him, he won't even be a ghost on campus."
She tangles her hand in the fabric of her dress almost nervously.
"Nothing to say to that?” I prompt.
She sighs loud enough I can hear her across from the carriage. "What do you want from me?"
That’s the question, isn't it?
Am I using her as an outlet? Probably. Is she a challenge unlike any I’ve ever come across? Also yes. But I think it goes deeper than either of those things. I’m finally taking something for myself after years of doing what everyone else wants and expects. Maybe that's why I'm so damn hard on Maybel. She needs to be perfect for me, and by god, she will be when I'm through with her.
"Looks like you got what you wanted, or more than that, if I’m correct, because now I’m a twister of emotions, both jealous and pissed off. The only person you have to blame is yourself. So tell me, how do you plan to fix this?”
Her eyes go wide at my calm tone. I'm anything but calm inside, more like the calm before the storm. When a momentpasses, and she doesn’t respond or move, I take that as my answer.
“Come here.” I gesture toward the floor of the carriage.
“Please, Drew,” she pleads, but she doesn’t realize her begging only turns me on more, as tears well at the corners of her eyes.
I shake my head, and when she doesn’t move, I repeat myself and give her a second chance. "Come here, now!" There's a long moment when the scent of popcorn and the music that just started on the speakers cuts between us. Her entire body trembles, and goose bumps pebble across her skin. "I won't tell you again. My next move will be to put you on your knees myself, and when it comes to you, I can’t be responsible for what I might do when I’m as angry as I am right now.”
I watch, impatiently awaiting her choice. She looks out over the edge of the wheel. We've stopped at the top, and she knows there's nowhere for her to go. Nowhere for her to escape. She's as trapped as she was the first time I caught her. I give her only a second more. I'm about to lurch forward when she slithers off the bench and folds her dress under her knees before dropping to the floor in front of me. I spread my legs and sink a hand into her hair, dragging her forward.
“What do you want me to do?” She looks like a fucking angel, with her pleading eyes and blond halo of hair. I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do.Almost.I slowly drag my thumb across her plump pink bottom lip, then press down hard, forcing her mouth open.
“Prepare yourself, flower. I’m going to fuck your face, and I’m not going to be gentle.”
Fear and excitement sparkle in her eyes. "What if I say no? I could just sit here and wait until we go back around, then get off and go."
I shrug like I don't give a shit. Like I’d actually let her do that. "You could...sure, but you won't make it off this ride before I'm inside you. And it'll only make for a better show when everyone sees you bent over, my cock pumping inside your tight pussy.”
Her eyes narrow, and she looks at me with disbelief. "You wouldn’t…"
“Oh, I definitely fucking would, and you know it. Or maybe you want to test me and see if I’d really do it.” I snap my teeth at her, anticipating her next move before she makes it.
She has too much dignity and self-respect to push me and see if I’d actually do it. The better question is, would she let me, or would she fight me? The thought makes my cock harder than steel. Slowly, she reaches for the button on my jeans, flicking it open. I lift my hips for her and allow her to pull the fabric to my knees.
"Hurry, Bel, or do you want everyone to watch me take your pussy raw?" I taunt.
My cock springs free, and I watch her throat moving as she visibly gulps. Watching her face every time she sees my cock is a sight I’ll never get tired of. She’s so innocent and fragile. I can’t wait to dirty her up and bend her to my will.
“Ticktock.”
She wrinkles her nose at me and scoots closer. Leaning forward, she licks her lips and parts them as she closes them over the thick mushroom-shaped head. A pleasurable sigh escapes me, and her warm, wet mouth is the perfect distraction. Through hooded eyes, I watch as she circles the base of my cock with her hand and jerks me off, all while doing her best to take as much of me into her mouth as she can.
She struggles, but it’s a magnificent sight, and I’m tempted to lift my hips and touch the back of her throat just so I can see her pretty green eyes fill with tears.
No, not tempted.
Going to.
With a single finger, I tilt her chin up so I can see her eyes while she sucks me deep. I choose then to thrust forward and let out a throaty moan when my cock brushes against the back of her throat. Tears immediately fill her eyes, and when she blinks, they trail down her cheeks.
“Fuck.” I growl and do it again. She tries to look away, but I stop her, my fingers sinking into her hair, holding her in place. I need to see her, but more than anything, I need her to see me. “No, keep looking at me. I want to see how beautiful you look with tears staining your cheeks while I fuck your throat.”