Page 33 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
“Dinner time, Ruby.”
He grabbed my chin and raised my face. He lowered his and I struggled to regulate my breath. I dragged in air to fill my lungs. He hadn’t restricted my breathing in any way. It was desire and want that crushed my lungs. My hands shook as he stared at me, his face angled so close to mine. I closed my eyes as his lips met my cheek gently. He dragged them across to my neck, using his tongue to taste me. I moaned, then, giving in to the sound that had been building in my chest.
My legs started to shake, more so when he ran a hand up my back and fisted in my hair. He pulled, forcing my head backwards.
“Look at me, Ruby,” he demanded.
At first, I couldn’t. He pulled my hair harder, jolting me. I mewled; a sound I’d never heard from myself before. I looked at him.
“I gave you warning, didn’t I?” he whispered.
I nodded causing a pull on my scalp.
“How many?”
“Three strikes,” I replied, my voice hoarse.
“Are you aroused?”
“Yes.”
“Punishment arouses you,” he said, as if he knew that for fact.
I started to shake more. My stomach was flipping a triple salchow.
“You arouse me,” I confessed.
His lips crashed on mine so hard he nearly forced me off my feet. I had to take a half step back to balance. His tongue demanded mine. His hand tightened further in my hair, and I moaned into his mouth. That spurred him on, I guessed.
His kiss was deep, claiming. I could hear him breathe through his nose, feel his chest rise and fall against me. Only then did I raise my arms and wrap them around his neck. I grabbed his hair, and it was more for something to hang onto. My legs were going to give way.
He bit down on my lower lip, and I thought he’d drawn blood. He crushed me to him, holding me tighter. Just his mouth was close to bringing me to an orgasm.
Then he stopped.
He took a step back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I saw a smear of blood, not knowing if it was his or mine. I panted, desperate to catch my breath.
He shook his head. “I can’t.”
I was shaken. My legs quivered and I blinked rapidly.
“You need to go,” he said.
I bit down on my sore lip to stop from crying.
What the fuck had just happened?
He turned away, keeping his back to me, and I saw him take a deep breath and exhale slowly. He straightened himself, pulled himself upright, before slowly turning back to face me.
“What did I do?” I asked, quietly.
“You’re too young, Ruby.”
“I’m nineteen!”
“I’m old enough to be you dad, remember?”
“So? I’m not a child, for Christ’s sake.”
