The Party Invitation (Hiatus)

Chapter 13

"I'm not begging like some dog!" She said defiantly.

He chuckled, licking her earlobe. She squeaked while turning her head.

"Don't worry. You're the only one who doesn't have to beg for a treat." He winked. "But if you don't beg, then I'm happy to continue."

He nuzzled further into her neck, making her squeak again. He began rubbing his nose up and down her neck, making her shudder.

"Stop it!"

"Only if you beg."

"I'm not begging!"

"Then I guess that means more pleasure for me!"

"What?!"

He lipped her ear. She squealed.

"Young Master!"

"All you have to do is say my name in a beg."

"No!"

He kissed her collarbone, licking it soon after. She shuddered, a shaky gasp filling her lungs. He began kissing up her neck, looking for reactions. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to avoid such things.

"I-I'm n-not a p-plaything!" She stammered, struggling to conceal her moans.

He suddenly stopped. He looked at her, an eyebrow raised.

"What makes you think that I'm treating you like a play thing?" He asked dangerously.

She gulped lightly. Not giving him an answer, she lowered her head, avoiding his gaze. He gripped her chin, raising it.

"Everything I'm doing to you is everything I've wanted to do to you the minute I saw you that night. I was able to restrain myself back then, but now that you're here in my grasp, you can bet that I'm never letting you go."

"I have to leave." She said shortly.

He scoffed.

"I'm not letting you go until you beg."

"Young Master please!"

"See?" He leaned into her ear. "Just like that, but instead of 'young master', it's my name."

"B-But---"

"Jamie." He cut her off, looking into her eyes. "Why are you making it so hard for you to say my name?"

"B-Because I'm--"

"Yeah, yeah. Because you're my maid and blah, blah, blah." He grumbled. Sighing, he placed his forehead onto her collarbone, his breath painting her skin.

She shuddered and tensed.

"Y-Young--"

In a split second, his lips were on hers, cutting her off. She shuddered at the heat of it. When he finally pulled away, she was weak and panting, her face flushed.

"Don't talk unless you're going to say my name." He growled.

She bit her lip, nodding when her body tensed. His teeth tugged at her collarbone painfully hard, making her whimper. He released her hands only to wrap his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. She grabbed his shoulder, digging her nails into the fabric. She whimpered and a low moan slipped from her throat. His body froze. She looked down at him, almost scared at the stillness.

"More." He growled. "I want to hear more."

Her mouth opened in a silent cry as his tongue dragged up her neck, his lips kissing the streak. Her body trembled from the shock-waves that crashed through her. She moaned loudly.

"That's sounds so good." He mumbled, his mouth becoming rougher on her skin. He began to lean forward, her back growing closer and closer to the oak desk.

Her fingers found their way into his hair, gripping it harshly. She couldn't breath, her chest rose and fell with the pants that escaped her tongue. Her body was weak from the waves and pleasure. Her throat was sore from the moans he coaxed and forced up. His mouth made it's way from her neck to her lips, kissing her hungrily.

"You're mine Jamie." He growled. He went back to her neck. "This will show everyone."

Her eyes went wide and she began to shove him. She knew what was coming.

"N-No!" She gasped.

"Did I say you could talk?" He said lowly, his lips brushing her neck. 

Before she could answer, his mouth clamped down on her skin, sucking harshly. Pain stung at the spot. 

"N-N-No...s-stop! I-It h-hurts!" She whined squirming against his hold.

He didn't listen, in fact he seemed to go harder, biting and sucking with no mercy.

"I-It hurts!"

"Say my name Jamie." He growled, finally releasing her skin from his mouth.

She looked up at him, seeing the danger in his eyes, clouded with lust and hunger. She gulped.

"C-C-Colt-ten....please....s-stop." 

He smirked, kissing her lips gently.

"Now, was that so hard?" He cooed. He whispered into her ear. "If you call me 'Young Master' again, I won't hesitate to continue, but...." He smirked evilly. "It'll be in my room."

She paled and nodded, sucking on her bottom lip.

"Good girl." He lifted her, carrying her out of the library.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked tiredly. Her body, seemingly tired out from the strange 'activities' it had gone through, was beat, wanting nothing more than to lay down and rest.

"I'm guessing you're a little tired?" He chuckled.

"No...." She shook her head.

"Yeah you are babe. You can't even keep your eyes open."

"But--"

"I'm taking you somewhere so you can sleep. Now, just relax."

She couldn't help but comply, resting her head on his chest. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her breathing began to slow as she was swallowed into darkness. The last thing she heard was the clicking of a door and a small mutter.

"I'm never letting you go again."