Sugar

Ch 14

I bite my lip smiling, "Nah."

"You're proving me right!" he chuckles, rubbing his temples.

"You missed the turn!" I exclaim, turning to look out the window, then to him. "You're staying at mine." He answers coolly, his eyes glued to the road.

I sink back into the seat. He slides his hand onto my thigh, pulling them apart and moving further up until he's touching me through my underwear. I lean my head back, my chest heaving. The second I moan he takes his hand away, clearly enjoying his power.

I huff, crossing my legs. "Aww what's wrong?" he asks, his tone dripping with condescension. "Nothing." I reply nonchalantly. He raises an eyebrow, "Then why are you wet?"

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I anxiously pick at the skin on my fingers as he unlocks the front door, ushering me in with a hand resting on the small of my back. He stops me as I past him, his hands gripping my waist as he leans down to my ear, his voice low.

"You think that was funny? Getting me riled up in front of my friends?" I cant help but grin, leaning my head back against his chest, "Yeah, kinda."

His grip on my waist tightens enough to leave indents, making my breath hitch in my chest. "You think I'm gonna tolerate this bullshit from you?" I shrug. He paces in front of me, gently grabbing my jaw and lifting my face to his, "Look at me when I speak to you." I meet his gaze, waiting a beat before I reply, "Or what, hm?"

He chuckles softly, his tone mocking. "Oh you are soo tough.." He slides his hand from my jaw down to my throat, his eyes wandering. He smiles as he yanks my top down off of my shoulders. "Your chest is all flushed, you're into this, aren't you?"

"Fuck you." I retort, heaving through my teeth.

"Watch the attitude." He growls as he picks me up, carrying me to the living room and throwing me down on the couch. I watch as he undoes his belt, looping it through itself.

My expression flashes with realization and I struggle against him as he pulls my wrists together tightly with the belt, holding the slack in his teeth as he continues undressing me. I tense my thighs together, but he easily pushes them apart, pinning them down.

He removes my panties with a smooth practiced motion. He sits back, amusement plastering his expression as he stares at me, panting, blushing and dripping onto the upholstery.

"Look at you, I haven't even done anything and you and you're already such a mess.. It's almost like you're desperate, don't you think?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I mumble. The amusement faulters from his tone "I told you to watch that fucking attitude." He brings his hand back up to my face, running his thumb along my lips, "Open your mouth."

I turn away but he quickly threads his fingers through my hair, gripping it tightly at the nape of my neck, "Don't make me repeat myself." He warns, his voice is low and calm.

I spit in his face, his jaw drops and he chuckles as he wipes it off, "Still being difficult huh.." He strikes me across the face, not hard, but enough to sting. He raises an eyebrow at me and I begrudgingly comply, opening my mouth and holding my tongue out a little. Benjamin grins, pleased with my compliance as he places two fingers onto my tongue, letting me wet them. "Good girl."

He drags his hands back between my legs, lightly tracing my entrance. He pulls his fingers back to reveal a strand of cyrprine and saliva. "Someone's eager." He mutters to himself as he suddenly slams a finger deep into me, making me flinch and cry out.

"Awh" He chuckles, "Not so tough anymore hm? You were so feisty just a minute ago and now you're shaking from just one finger." I can't even muster a retort as he curves his fingers up, finding the right spot to apply firm pressure.