Prince Player(104)

I know I’m fooling myself. That feeling is still inside of me, growing and getting deeper every time I’m around him. I know that soon it’ll consume me, and I’ll be unable to stop myself. I know it, deep down inside, but I can’t admit it to myself. Not yet, at least.

My thoughts drift in and out of consciousness as I sit there and watch television. It’s around one in the afternoon, maybe a little after, but I’m not really sure. Lunch came and went already, so I know it’s past noon at least.

As I’m sitting there, I suddenly hear the elevator doors ding open down the hall. That usually means that Jenkins is coming to drop something off, but I didn’t call him. I perk up, curious.

There’s a knock at the door and then it opens. My heart nearly leaps from my chest.

It’s him. I know it’s him. Nobody else barges into my room like that.

Ethan comes around the corner.

“Hey,” I say, standing.

His face is intense and I can’t read his expression. He looks angry. His normally pristine clothing looks rumpled, like he walked quickly to get here or something, and he’s breathing fast. His eyes pierce into mine, and for a second, I’m afraid.

He walks right up to me without saying a word, takes my hips, and kisses me.

I melt into the kiss, surprised as hell. He pulls me tight against him and I wrap my arms around his muscular neck. He kisses me hard, his tongue against mine and I lose myself in it, instantly knowing I needed this.

It’s like I’m dreaming. All day long I’ve been sitting around, thinking about him, wondering what he’s doing and now here he is, barging into my room and kissing me. It’s exactly what I wanted. I don’t know why he’s here, since he’s normally working around now, but I can’t complain.

He grabs the hem of my top and pulls it up over my head. He kisses my neck, his hands on my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the thin cotton panties I’m wearing beneath my shorts are totally soaked through now.

“You’ve been a bad fucking girl,” he says softly.

“I have,” I agree.

“You don’t know the half of it.” His right hand drifts down between my legs and I gasp as he finds my pussy. He’s being fast and rough, and it seems very unlike him.

But I like it. God, I like it. I needed this from him. The teasing, the seduction, it was pushing me too far. I needed him to take me like this. His fingers press up inside of me and I moan as he kisses me again, stroking my pussy, sliding out then kneading my clit with his thumb. I groan as he takes my hair and tips my head back.

“You’re a lot of trouble, you know that, girl?” he asks. “You’re my pet but you’ve misbehaved.”

“I want to be good,” I moan. “I’m sorry, Ethan.”

“I know you’re sorry. But I’ll fix it.”

I can barely think. I don’t know what he’s talking about. All I can focus on are his fingers sliding in and out of my aching pussy, pushing me to my limits.

What does he mean, he’ll fix it? I don’t understand, but I also don’t think I care that much. He steers me toward the bed, hand in my hand, other hand between my legs, lips against mine, and I’m barely thinking, I’m barely present for anything but the pleasure rocking its way down my spine.

He suddenly pushes me backwards and I topple down onto the bed. He grabs my soft cotton shorts and pulls them from my skin, tossing them aside, before dropping to his knees. He shoves his head between my legs, spreading my knees wide, and tongues my useless panties.

“Ethan,” I gasp.

He takes my panties and pulls them down, letting them slip onto the ground, forgotten. He returns to my pussy, this time with his tongue against my clit, sucking and licking like he did before. But there’s an intensity and a passion there that he didn’t have before. I can barely take it as he slides two fingers deep inside of me.

“Ethan,” I moan again. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Is that so bad?” He smirks at me as he slides his fingers deep. I grab his hair. “Maybe that’s all you deserve. A nice fat orgasm.”

“I don’t know what I deserve,” I moan.

“You deserve worse. Much worse. But today, your punishment is this.”

I toss my head back as he goes back to sucking my clit, fingers sliding in and out, and I can barely stand it.

As I feel the orgasm slowly building inside of me, my whole body tense and twitching, itching for him, begging for him, he slowly pulls his fingers from my pussy and licks them. I look down at him, surprised, and he stands, smirking at me.

“Did you really think you were getting off so easy?” He laughs and unbuttons his shirt. “No, you don’t get to come so easily today, Aria. Today, I’m going to have my fun.”