THIRTY-ONE

Yalda had always known better than to have sentimental attachments to trivial things such as underwear, she knew Alexander had a thing for ripping them off her from time to time. But the one he had just ripped off happened to new and she happened to like how it looked on her. Of course, if she had known he would be in a wretched mood this evening she would have worn something else. Yes, he would have eventually ripped it off some other time but it wouldn’t have bothered her as much as it bothered her now.

But of course, ripped underwear was the least of her problems at the moment. Her delayed response had somehow irritated Alexander even more and she had a feeling she was in for shit tonight.

“I’m sorry…” She said when she finally found her voice.

It was probably too late to apologize but she could at least try. She pried her face from her shoulder to look at him with hopeful and pleading eyes but he shook his head, the look in his eyes told her she was fucked.

“Oh, you will be.” He said.

Yet another shuddering breath left her as his fingers ventured up her spine slowly, teasingly. She stared into his eyes as those very fingers slid into her hair, she knew what came next, and she braced herself for it. She winced as his fingers locked in her hair; his grip was loose compared to times, perhaps he was still being cautious of the fact that she had bumped her head petty badly. He guided her head closer to his so their lips were mere inches apart.

“You’re upset.” She pointed out, her voice, barely a whisper.

He nodded.

“Shouldn’t I be?” he asked her. “Only heavens know what games you’ve been running around playing behind my back.”

She he was still referring to Jaxon? If only he knew that no thought of Jaxon could even linger in her mind when she was here with him.

“You don’t know? I thought you would be watching from the sideline?”.

She probably should have kept her mouth shut but she truly couldn’t help it. It was ascertained already that she was fucked, she might as well portray a bit of brattiness to know that she was deserving of whatever punishment would come her way tonight.

The sound of his palm meeting her bare cheek travelled through the room right before she gasped and lurched forward, the sudden movement caused her scalp to sear slightly as she yanked her hair which remained locked in his finger. The pain only lasted for a few seconds though, and she moaned quietly, shamelessly.

“Here’s what we’re going to do, Yalda,” He began. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut; you’re not to say a single word unless I ask you to. Do you understand?”

His fingers in her kept her from nodding like she always did

“I do.” She replied.

“Good.” He said before he groped her ass once more, she bit her lips to keep herself from moaning out loud as he squeezed and fondled expertly. He guided her head closer so he could claim her lips in a deep and bruising kiss which would undoubtedly cause a swell.

She squirmed against him restlessly as he continued to kiss her; her volatile middle needed any form of stimulation right now else she would lose her mind. He noticed her restlessness and a sinister look flickered in his eyes, he knew what she wanted, he knew all too well what she craved, but he wasn’t ready to give it to her just yet.

He deepened the kiss; his tongue explored every inch and corner of her mouth till she was breathless and panting. She tried bracing herself against his arms but he shook his head warningly.

“Hands behind your back.” He ordered against her lips.

She whined quietly but did as he commanded, all the while trying her best to keep herself from squirming excessively. The fact that she could feel him growing underneath her made it even more difficult to stay still; she wanted to grind on him till she doubled over in pleasure.

“Can’t stay still?” He asked her, his tone dripping with mockery. “Wanna feel this?”

He grabbed her hip and dragged her down so her craving middle was pressed against his hardened bulge. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning out now, she clenched her fingers as pleasure shot to her core almost achingly. Her head would have tilted back in pleasure if his fingers weren’t still locked in her hair.

However, her moment of bliss came to an abrupt end when he let go of her hip. She tried grinding on him on her own but he grabbed her hip firmly to hold her still.

“Did I say you could do that?” He asked her.

Was he truly going to torture her like this?

“No. Please.” She whined quietly.

“You want me to let you have some fun?” He asked her mockingly.

She nodded immediately, quickly. Her eyes begged him almost desperately.

“Just like that? You’re not going to beg?”

Oh, she was going to beg, she was going to do whatever he wanted as long as he was going to give her some pleasure.

“Please.” She began. “Please…”

“Please what?” He asked as he brushed light kisses down her throat. “Tell me what you’re begging for.”

Of course, he would never let her have her way just like that.

“Please let me grind on you.” She whined regardless of how crass she sounded. His lips had gotten to her beauty bone now and he was trailing hot kisses all over her chest, kisses which she felt in her core. She became in more restless and desperate. “Sir please.”

“Tell me what you are and I’ll let you grind.” He said as he pried his face from her chest so he could look up at her face. “Tell me what you are to me.”

And just like that, her heart clenched painfully. She didn’t have a problem being his whore, she didn’t have a problem accepting that she was his whore, but the fact that that was all she was to him ached her. But she spoke nonetheless while looking into the depths of his eyes which sought to suck her in.

“I’m a whore.” She replied, her voice thick with tons of emotions. “Your whore.”

His lips curved in a dark smile which caused her body to crave him even more.

“Just mine?” He asked her.

She nodded quickly but he shook his head.

“I don’t believe you.” He told her.

He wanted her to beg some more and she would. Her body was literally trembling from the sheer need of stimulation now.

“I’m yours and yours alone. I….I belong to you”. She said, almost cried. “I swear, I swear I’m yours.”

He released her waist but didn’t give her permission to do as she pleased, and she moaned as his hand roamed her body slowly, lazily, it settled on her boob and he massaged her flesh while teasing the hardened bud.

“Please. I’m begging you.” She almost cried.

She needed this, she needed it as though her life and sanity depended on it. Finally, he nodded, and it was as though he had gifted her a million dollars.

“Grind. Have your fun.” He said. “Don’t stop till I tell you.”