POSSESSIVE

FOURTEEN

"What was that yesterday? What does that picture mean? Why are they targeting me?" I demanded answers from Lisa as I regained my consciousness, or should I say deep sleep which lasted for the whole day? It was night when we were attacked yesterday and I slept the whole day. I only woke up this evening.

I can't believe I slept that long. I wasted the whole day, but now I need to know the truth behind all this. I can't turn a blind eye when I have made such discoveries.

"You don't need to know anything. Just stay at home, and I'll take care of everything else," the bastard told me in a dismissing tone. Her whole attention was on some document in her hand. She had the guts to care about her business when I'm discussing something important.

"Like hell, I would let this slide. It's my life that's on the line, for fuck sake, and I have every damn right to know who is targeting me," I screamed at top of my lungs. I'm so damn angry and frustrated right now that I could kill someone. My life could be over any second and it's keeping me on edge.

*sigh*

"Come here," Lisbitch patted her thighs and motioned me to hop on top.

Disgusting fucker! Even in the time of emergency, she couldn't keep her perverted dick to herself.

"Don't try to be sketchy with me. I demand the answers right here, right now. You better do it, or I'll have to seek the killer out myself to demand some answers," I slammed my hands on the table in frustration. Mavbe I should have held back a little because now my hand is throbbing like bitch.

"Have you gone crazy?" She finally looked up from the document or whatever she was reading.

Finally.

"I can become crazier if I want to. Now, make your choice. Either you tell me everything or I will seek the answers myself," I stared her dead in the eyes so she knows I'm being extremely serious right now.

"I knew you'd be a handful," she sighed. "Fine, I'll give you the answers you want, but you have to pay the price.

"What price do I have to pay?" I asked.

"You. Give yourself to me, and I will tell you everything," she asked shamelessly. Of course, what else did I expect from her?

"Don't fuck with me, Lalisa. I'm not here to play some game with you," I gritted out in warning.

She's getting on my nerves more than usual.

"You wouldn't be sitting so comfortably if I were to fuck with you," she asked while her dark eyes roamed across my nearly naked body. I was reminded of my lack of dress with that one look from her. I should have gotten properly dressed before I barged in here. Her shirt isn't enough to cover me from her lusty eyes.

"What is that supposed to mean? Never mind that, it couldn't have been anything pleasant."

"Why? I would love to explain it to you in detail," she stepped behind me, running her finger through my hair. Her hand fisted the hair in a bunch and tilted my head.

"You always smell so good damn good," she ran her nose along the length of my neck and sniffed like a dog.

"It makes me want to bend you over and fuck you to my heart's content," her comment made me jump like a cat on a hot roof.

"Get your filthy paws off of me, you bastard," I screeched and tried to get out of her hold. She tripped me over my leg and bent me over the desk.

"Why are you running away now? Don't you want the answers? I will give it to you," she pressed her crotch against my ass. I gasped. It was large, and um, distracting?

What the fuck am I doing? I have to push her away.

"You feel that, little sub? Your mere presence causes me to get hard and when you get feisty with me, it excites me to no end," she whispered near my ear. Her breathing was labored and her voice has gotten husky, a clear sign of arousal.

"Let me go," I gritted out.

"Did you say something?" I know she heard me loud and clear. But if she wants to hear it even more clearly, I will have to grant her wish.

"Let me go," I glared at her and said it loudly.

"Let you go, you say? How can I let you go when you're portraying such a sight for me? Your flushed cheeks, your clenching hands, and your rotating hips, they're all making me want to push you further," she chuckled.

"Let me go," I asked again.

"You'll have to try harder if you're trying to convince me you don't like my dick pressing against your ass."

"I don't like it."

"And yet you're grinding into me as if you want me to fuck you," she groaned.

"No, I don't like it," I denied it. She parted my thighs roughly. I wanted to put a stop to it before she could take this any further. But for some strange reason, my body stopped reacting to my brain's command. My body moved before my brain could react.

She didn't waste any time touching me down there. Her thick fingers teased me to the point my head became all jumbled up.

"Please," I could hardly recognize my voice anymore. I was moaning in need.

What, please? It sounds more like I'm begging her to fuck me, rather than begging to let me go.

She groaned when I begged, and before I could react, I found her tongue slithering her way inside my wet slit. Mv back arched on its own.
My hips moved in rhythm with her tongue. It was scary how in tune our actions were. If someone else stumbles upon us at this moment, they would have been convinced we've been doing this for years. It was scary, and yet it turned me on so much that I came on her tongue.

This wasn't enough. I want more. Maybe I will regret this later. I know I will, but still, I turned to her.

"Fuck me, please."

She picked me up and threw me on the couch. She couldn't have undressed faster than she did. She ripped her clothes off like a madman before she jumped on me. She roughly spread my legs wide open and aligned her cock against my entrance.

"I'm not going to go slow, babe. So, if it hurts, warn me, okay?" She asked and I nodded in agreement. She wasn't kidding when she said she wouldn't take it slow. She slammed into my wetness and four to five thrusts later, she was balls deep inside me.

It was overwhelming. Her presence, her large body that crushed me underneath, her groans of pleasure, and the powerful thrusts of her hips. She wasn't slamming blindly into me, her every thrust was calculated. She jackhammered me deeply and made me see stars.

My nails dug into her back while my legs clenched around her hips. Our breaths mingled. We weren't kissing but the way our lips were hovering near each other as if they would touch any second was hotter than any kiss. It was building tension around us until finally, our lips touched.

Unlike her rough thrusts, her lips kissed me slowly. It was such a contrast against her rutting.

My hand immediately shot out to fist her hair and pull her lips closer. I bit down on her lower lips then smoothed the sting with my tongue. It must have turned her on because she flipped me on my side, raised my leg on her shoulder, and thrusted into me harder.

This position hit differently. She was deeper than before and it felt even more overwhelming. My hands clasped the couch as I gasped in pleasure. After seeing my reaction, she smirked.

"Fuck, slow down," I tapped on her arm. At this rate, I'm going to cum any second. Instead of slowing down, she massaged my clit. It was all that it took for me to cum again. She slowed her thrusts while I orgasm.

My body went limp. I felt drained of energy just after cumming twice.

"Tired? We're just getting started, little sub," Lisa smirked at me before she had me on my knees and fucked me like a bitch. The only thought that remained inside my head as fucked me was...

What. The. Fuck.

Noooooooooooo....