Tortured - Jaele

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Staring into her, I admired behind those brilliant brown irises that there was a real headstrong bitch hidden away inside. She squirmed under my grip, refused to give in. This was better than her putting up a real a fight. I craved her submission and I wouldn't let her forget who the fuck was in charge here. Not even for a second, that I am the King of this palace. That I would always be towering over her like this. The moment was a victory to me. It was pure and filled my senses like a sharp warm breath.

"Let go of me!"

She snapped. I lifted both edges of the t-shirt, exposing the glowing brown flesh underneath.

"Or what? You gonna hit me? Go ahead... try it."

Her nipples where the skin was darker and perfectly circular were swollen. They hardened as I rubbed the rough edges of my thumbs across them in a rotating motion. She viciously jerked away from me with hiss balancing on her lips, but I moved the edge of my knee up between her legs, stilling her in place.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Stop."

She struggled to regain her autonomy back, the harder she tried the tighter I held her against the door until she settled her movements, chest heaving.

"Keep at it... you're no match for me, angel face."

We stayed like that until the watch on my wrist buzzed with an alarm, breaking the silence. I released her and glanced down at it. I'm 20 minutes late for a board meeting at the office. God, how I wished I could stay home and play with my new toy."

"I guess you've been spared, for now."

I considered her for a moment, before dipping my head to press my lips against the side of her neck in a gentle kiss. I held them there, burning my scent into her nose. I wanted her to feel the heat from my mouth down to the center of her chest. She stiffened like a block of ice but I was determined to make her melt. Trailing my tongue from her neck to her collarbones, I brushed it across those ever tightening nipples. She gave a weak inaudible breath, shuddering with rage. A sound of triumph. Norman, the almighty conquerer has won again.

"You're making me late, maybe I should punish you for that?"

The ache in my abdomen began to spread down my thighs. Backing away, I watched her whip the shirt down quickly over her breasts, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

"I'd rather die."

She sneered at me, rubbing her hands across the places the places I licked her skin as if she could scrub my touch away.

"Jesus, you're no fun like this."

I muttered, bringing myself up to my full height. The clock above her head chimed. I had meetings, phone calls, and clients to manage and here I am tussling with this little bratty monster. A tingle of excitement pricked at my heart in a series of rapid beats.

"I think you need to be taught some obedience."

Riele tried to step away from me as I grabbed her arm and began dragging her back into the bedroom. The sun was fully risen, bring into layers of light in the room now. I drew the curtains using a button on the wall and sat her down on the center bed.

"Bath time."

"What?"

"You're taking a bath. All dirty disobedient little girls need one so I'm gonna give it to you."

"I can bathe myself... I don't need help, I'm not a child."

"You could have fooled me."

Riele's eyebrows shot up into her curly bangs, as she tucked her hands under her armpits and edged away from me, looking even more panicked than when we were talking about killing her.