Page 115 of Hell Hath No Fury

I can’t help but smile, knowing she’s intentionally putting on a show for me. My body reacts instinctively as she shoves her pants down her legs and then stands to her full height, giving me a full view of her nude body, the spark in her eyes one of challenge.

My jaw clenches, and I shift in my chair, my body’s natural reaction to that look zapping through me.

She picks up the items from the bed, slowly and strategically fitting what turns out to be small scraps of material on her body, keeping her body turned so I can only see her from the side.

Then, with a slight nod, she once again disappears from view, only to return this time with a glass in her hand, giving me a nice view of her bare ass cheeks. She carries it to the bedside table where she left the bottle of pills, setting it down and then grabbing the bottle, opening it, and dumping it out into her hand before capping it and setting it back where she had left it.

Turning back to the camera, she places the pills in her mouth and then lifts the glass in the air in a rather flippant salute, considering what we’re about to do. But then she smiles, gulps some water, and sets the glass back down.

She watches the camera for a few moments, the soft smile on her lips sending warmth through me, and then she nods again and climbs onto the bed. Pulling the sheet over her and then rolling onto her side, she grabs my pillow and hugs it to the front of her body.

She stares off into space at first, occasionally fidgeting, and then I watch her slowly relax, the minutes ticking by until, finally, her eyes are closed, and she is still.

I mark the time on my watch and then spend the next twenty minutes obsessively going from the screen to the time before finally giving up and pushing away from my desk.

I walk directly to the bedroom, entering quietly, closing the door behind me. Dragging one of the chairs from the corner, I place it beside the bed and then sit, happy enough to just be close to her in this moment.

After a while, I get kind of bored, so I slowly pull the sheet down, a low chuckle rumbling through me as I get a good look at her chosen outfit.

She hasn’t so much covered herself as intentionally put all her sensitive spots on display for me. What, at a glance, had looked like a bra actually has no cups, and I know as soon as she rolls onto her back, her breasts will be right there, begging for torture.

Removing my watch from my wrist, I walk to the bedside table, setting it down and picking up the sheets of paper she had left there. Returning to the chair, I allow myself to relax, glancing down at the pages while keeping an eye on her breathing and random shifting on the bed.

There are no big surprises in her directions—the biggest one being repeated several times.Do not stop.

Trepidation rolls over me at the words, my deeply engrained instinct to protect her at all costs, not one that is easily forgotten.

With a soft sigh, she rolls onto her back, one of her arms going up over her head, her leg shifting outward, bending at the knee, rewarding me with a clear view of her barely covered pussy.

Rising to my feet, I replace the chair where I’d gotten it and then approach the bed slowly. I strip my shirt over my head, removing my shoes as I push my pants down my legs, lettingthem pool at my feet. Bending down, I remove my socks, then stand there for a moment in nothing but my underwear.

I walk to the side of the bed where she’s lying, leaning down slightly and tracing my fingertips over her brow until I’m cupping her cheek. She smiles faintly and turns her head into my palm, her little sigh of pleasure briefly choking me with emotion.

I lean closer, brushing my lips over hers before kissing a path along her jaw to her ear, where I whisper, “There’s my baby girl.”

She turns her head toward my voice, her small giggle pulling a smile from me.

I give myself a moment to breathe her in, and then I pull back, knowing time is of the essence, and I need to get on with it.

Her first request, and another direction repeated in her instructions, was to touch her everywhere. With my hands and mouth, wherever skin can touch skin, that is her wish.

Climbing up on the bed, I straddle her thighs and lightly stroke my fingertips from her shoulders all down her front to her waist. I play with the silky bands that she placed so strategically around her body, and then I frown.

Climbing off of her, I move to stand beside the bed, where I carefully remove the erotic outfit she put together for me. I toss it all into the corner, then resume my previous position, straddling her thighs, the familiar image of her sleeping form bringing a sense of peace I haven’t felt in a long time.

With a deep sigh, I focus on her bare breasts, massaging them with both hands before pinching and teasing her nipples with my fingers. Her brow furrows, her even breathing becoming a little more erratic with the occasional gasp and whimper telling me she’s aware, even though she’s not.

Bending down, I suck, lick, and tease her nipples before biting down on one sharply. Her body twitches, her gasp a bit louder, and so I move my mouth to the side, biting the soft skin there,sucking it into my mouth, feeling the familiar thrill of knowing I’m marking her.

I do the same to her other breast, licking, sucking, and then biting before marking her. And then I move upward to her neck, down her collarbone to the top of her chest, and then down around the side of her breast to that sensitive spot along her ribcage that I know so well.

I leave my mark down one side of her, then back up the other, and by the time I sit back and take a good look at my work, I’m breathing heavily. She has marks all over her, and still, it’s not enough, so I move down her body, situating myself between her legs and then starting at her ankles. I work my way up one side and then the other, a trail of bites, nips, and licks that will take some time to fade.

I push my underwear down my hips and legs before kicking them off onto the floor. Crawling up her body, I situate my hips between her legs and slide my hard dick against her pussy. Bracing myself on my forearms, my chest pressed against her breasts, I lower my head and brush my lips across hers, tentatively, back and forth.

And then I kiss her, my lips firm, the initial nonresponse from her a bit disconcerting, but I push on, my tongue pressing between her lips and running along her teeth. Almost instinctively, she opens her mouth, allowing me to slide my tongue against hers, and I moan, feeding her my sigh of pleasure as that visceral power rushes over me.

I push myself away from her, ignoring my urge to shove my dick between her legs and take her now. To fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until she eventually awakens and bears witness to this new level of ownership that she will never escape.

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