Page 21 of The Sicilian Princess
I wasn't answering him. Screw him and the big dick he rode in on.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me over the bench to his side of the truck. "When I call, you answer," he said gruffly. I nodded my head, but I didn't really care about his rule. He mumbled under his breath something that sounded a lot like brat. "I didn't mean it that way."
I glanced at him then back out the window. "Then, what way did you mean?" Vito would always say mean what you say and say what you mean.
"I meant that I had a place for you whenever you're ready to be permanent. That there was no rush and you, for sure, weren't going to look for another place to stay. You're mine." He grabbed my short blonde hair in a handful and forced a kiss on me. "I'll show you," he whispered against my lips. He reached between my legs and unbuttoned my jeans.
"What are you doing?" World's dumbest question award goes to me.
"Showing you who you belong to." Then I watched as he slid his hand into my panties. He petted me gently. I was already wet and panting for him. "Eyes on me," he commanded.
My eyes snapped to his and I whimpered from the powerful need behind them. I was his, and he wanted me. I started moving around more, getting closer to that spot.
"You're mine; say it," he barked and slipped me a finger.
"I'm yours, Daddy, all yours." Just as my back lifted off the seat and the orgasm approached, Nick tore his hand out of my pants. He restarted the car and pulled back into the road. I was staring dumbly at him, trying to figure out what happened.
"Huh? What?"
Nick laughed and tilted his head at me. "Put your seatbelt on, little thorn."
I slid back across the bench, my pussy achy and wet. My brain was confused as to why the hell I wasn't satisfied right now. "Why did you do that to me?"
Nick laughed again. "Because you were being a brat, little thorn."
Indignation flowed through my body. How dare he get me worked up and then just leave me like that. "That's… that's cruel and unusual punishment," I sputtered out.
Nick grinned over at me, the smile the widest I had ever seen from him before. "No, that's what being your Daddy means."
I thought about rubbing one out as soon as we reached our destination, but Nick reminded me of one thing. "If you touch my pussy, it'll be a lot worse later. You think that was bad? Try going a whole night being denied."
I shivered. It wasn't a repulsive idea, but I definitely didn't want to push him. At least not yet. What do you know? I really am a brat.
