Chapter Seventeen - I am in for it later

Skyla

I have had a lot of fun teasing and torturing Brandon for the last hour. It has been too easy. It probably helps that I drank a couple of cocktails to calm my nerves since I am in a social situation, but it has also done wonders for my confidence.

I know it was frustrating the hell out of him because he couldn’t do anything about it. I am sure I am in for it later, when we are alone, and I look forward to it. I love being naughty, and Brandon seems to be the only man who can bring this side of me out.

I had given him a break, not a long one, but the break was coming to an end. He is in the middle of a conversation with Justin. I take a sip of my drink, smirk and rest my hand on his thigh under the table. I feel him tense, and his eyes fall on me. I smile sweetly, pretending like I am not doing anything, not moving my hand.

He shakes his head, laughing and turns back to his conversation. I snicker and start running my hand further up his thigh towards his crotch area and brush my hand briefly over his length.

Brandon grabs my wrist, pulls it away and quickly flings himself around to face. The look on his face is intense, his eyes dark. He leans closer to me, and I can hear his breathing is heavier than normal.

“Are you trying to push me, Skyla?” he growls.

I smirk, “It depends. Is it working?” I purr.

“Skyla, I swear, if you don’t stop, you will regret it the second we are alone,” he breathes out.

I put my sexiest smile on my lips before biting on the lower one, “Is that a promise or a threat? Either way, bring it on.” I reply confidently.

Brandon’s jaw clenches, and so do his fists, “Why do you insist on torturing me, angel? Because you know it will end with you completely at my mercy.”

He runs his hand up my thigh, pushing my legs apart.

“Because I can, and it is easy.” My words are strained, his fingertips on my skin causing me to come undone.

I am trying my best to keep it together, but his hand moves to my inner thigh, slipping it under my dress, “You can try and play this game with me, but you know in the end you will lose.”

I give him a sly look, “I would say I am doing just fine, wouldn’t you agree, babe?”

Brandon lets out a small chuckle, and a devilish look appears on his face, one I have become familiar with. Oh, crap, he is up to something.

“Are you positive about that, sweetness?”

I nod, anxious to see what his next move is. His hand moves upwards, his fingers brushing over my folds since I have no panties on. I whimper, trying to squeeze my thighs together to make him move his hand, but it doesn’t work because he is stronger than me and makes sure they stay open.

“I would say with how wet you already are, angel, you aren’t winning as much as you think.” He brushes his finger over my clit, and I bite hard on my lip, enough, I am sure it is bleeding to stop me from moaning loudly.

Thank God, no one at our table can see what Brandon is doing with the position we are in. He reaches in, kissing over my neck, and his lips then fall at my ear.

“Are you going to behave, Skyla?” he rasps, dancing his fingers down my folds, getting closer to my entrance.

“W-wh-what would be the fun in that?” I whimper, trying not to lose control.

“Do you want to rethink your answer, baby girl?”

He bites down on my neck, and I grip the seat with dear life. I shake my head.

“Positive,” I pant.

Brandon’s finger teases my entrance. Surely, he won’t slip it inside when we are sitting at a table with our friends.

“I guess since you won’t do as you are told, I will have to get you off right here and now. How long do you think you could stay quiet? How long until everyone works out what is going on?” he sucks on my neck, and it will probably leave a hickey to join the rest, which covers my body.

“You wouldn’t?” I moan, getting more aroused by the second.

No matter how turned on I am, I can’t let him pleasure me, not right now in front of everyone. I would lose it quickly, and I wouldn’t be able to be silent.

He slips the tip in, and I gasp, “I will ask again. Are you going to behave, sweetheart?”

“Y-y-yes, I will behave. I promise.” My voice breaks as I beg him to stop.

Brandon chuckles, pulling his hand away and kisses me softly, “Good girl. However, I haven’t forgiven you and your naughty behaviour. I still plan on making you pay, sweetness.” He squeezes my thigh before backing away.

This was not how it was supposed to go! The roles reversed quickly, but I should have known better than to try to play this game with him because he always wins.

I finish off my drink and excuse myself to use the restroom. I need a moment to get myself together and clean up.

I refuse to let him be named the winner for tonight. Yes, I promised to stop, but I have changed my mind. However, I will get him back for this, and I believe the best place to do so is when we are in the nightclub.

He hates other men looking at me, and I am sure he would be quick to follow when I decide to dance, not even wanting to let another man have a chance to get anywhere close to me. I wouldn’t dance with another man, of course, I wouldn’t, but the idea to him will be enough for him to claim what is his.

Maybe with any luck, when I start dancing all up on him, he will drag me away somewhere and fuck me. I don’t think I can wait until we arrive back at his in the wee hours of the morning.

I need to clear my mind of the dirty thoughts if I want to calm down, at least for the next couple of hours until we arrive at the club. I am a grown-ass woman. I can control myself. I hope.