"I can think of a lot better things your mouth could be doing instead of sassing off every five minutes." He growls out. Understanding what he means my eyes widen at the thought. I lift my hands trying to shove him away from me, which was clearly the wrong move. The predatory glare flares to life in his eyes at my resistance. He removes the hand holding my face and slams me down onto the bed. Not laying flush against me as he holds his torso up using the force of holding his weight to pin both my wrists on the sides of my head.
Well that was unexpectedly hot. I try denying the fact that I am turned on by his assertive act of dominance, not wanting to give into his will and clear desire for me.
“I told you before sweetheart, I like a little fight and fire in a woman.” His voice is laced with lustful malice. My chest rises and falls quickly but not out of fear as it is replaced with my own needs and desires. My nipples harden and peak against the fabric of my shirt.
Why didn't you wear a bra this morning? Glancing down at them, he follows my lead, noticing them as they press into my shirt, he licks his lips before dipping his head lower to blow cool air on them. My chest rises slowly with a much needed breath. He removes one of his hands and moves it down onto my waist. Not moving his hand any farther, up nor down. He pauses looking at me, as I stare back at him. Neither of us move except for the steady rhythm of our breathing. Anticipation slowly builds between us until I feel as if we will both catch fire and burn from it.
My need grows stronger, though he hasn’t even been touching me, until I finally break at the same time that he does. He crashes against me as I reach up for him. We both collide into each other as he finds my lips. Kissing me as if he will devour every bit of me, I can feel my lips already bruising at his harshness. Reaching back with his free hand he must have closed the curtain because I hear the familiar sound of the metal rings scrape across the top bar as it slides closed. Both delving into each other with a need from the rising tension over the past couple days.
The tightened grip on my wrist pulls my focus back to him and his lips as they move from my mouth. Grabbing my chin he pushes my face up allowing him better access to my neck. Making his way down my skin, he kisses and licks over my flesh. His teeth leave a slight sting behind as he bites down grazing me with a sharp pinch. Dropping his hand to the edge of my shirt he grips it and yanks it upward. The action is swift and hard and I'm surprised I don't hear the fabric tear at the strain. Not taking it completely off, the material bunch just above my chest at my neck. He drops back down, assaulting my breasts with the same punishing touch he used on my lips. Pleasure and pain lash at me, fighting for dominance over one another.
His hand moves to my waist as he unbuttons my shorts with a quick flick of his fingers. I don’t move to stop him as my need is too high to not quell. Unzipping them he doesn't bother pulling them off as he moves his hand over my panties. Finding the material already wet from my slick folds. A pleased growl rumbles from his chest as he pushes them to the side to slide his hand underneath. Without warning he slides a finger inside me, and I gasp at the intruding sensation before he works my body getting it used to the feeling. Slowly replacing it as a more pleasant pressure starts to build in its place. I feel myself moving closer to the edge as my body begins to tense. I moan as the feeling starts to coil tight deep inside me. "Nico don't stop," I beg. I tense as my body is ready to feel relief as waves of pleasure wash over me when suddenly it comes to a slamming halt.
What the fuck. I open my eyes to look at Nicoli as he finally releases my hands and sits up. Confusion written all over my face as I look at him. Pushing myself up to sit in front of him, I rub at my wrist, having not realized how tight his grasp actually was until now when I can feel the prickle of blood as it begins to flow through my veins again. "Why did you stop?"
He grins as he stands up. "Next time I tell you to do something Liliana, I expect you to fucking listen to me. Every time you disobey me you will be punished for acting out. You will learn how to listen one way or another if you are to become my wife." Brushing past the curtains he leaves me alone on the bed.
13
LILIANA
You have got to be kidding, that was just a lesson? With a frustrated groan I fall back onto the bed. Laying back I begin to realize that the plane is moving. Jumping up to look out the window I see we are already well on our way. I didn't even notice when we took off. I guess he was right. It's not that bad. Or maybe you were just too distracted. I groan again as I rub my legs together trying to quell the ache still residing there.
Staying on the bed for a little longer I decide to eat my pride and go face him. He is right, I do need to watch
