Page 68 of Don't Make Me Beg
There’s a tendril of satisfaction that warms my icy heart when I notice the flush in her cheeks, this time from annoyance rather than embarrassment. Every time I succeed in getting a rise out of her, feels like winning a trophy.
Good. Get angry. Say something. Fight back. Give me something real.
“That’s not what I’m doing,” she retorts, but judging by her cracking voice, I’m not sure even she believes that.
I know it’s stupid, and I really don’t fucking care whether she smokes or not, but I find myself growing more irritated by her nonchalance. Why can’t she stop pretending to be something she’s not? Why can’t she just tell me what she wants and stop hiding behind this whole facade?
“It’s not?” I lean forward, propping my elbows on my knees as I meet her gaze. “Tell me then, before the other day, when was the last time you painted?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Just answer the question,” I fire back, my brow lifting in challenge as she blows out a shallow exhale and fidgets in her seat.
“You already know the answer. It was that night… when you got arrested.”
I sit back in my seat, pleased that she knew that I needed her to say that last part. I’m tired of dancing around it, pretending like that moment didn’t change the course of both of our lives. “Exactly my point. You stopped doing something you loved simply because someone else didn’t approve of it. Don’t you see how weak that makes you? It’s pathetic.”
She sucks in a gasp of surprise at my harsh words, her eyes shiny like she’s holding back tears. But I catch a flicker of something else in them too, a heat that I haven’t seen in a very long time.
Does she like the way I’m talking to her right now? Am I reading her wrong, or have I mistaken her arousal for annoyance?
“What? Does that turn you on, when I’m mean to you? Because I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings or call you out on your bullshit?” I find myself holding my breath, waiting to seehow she’ll respond. Will she fight back? Or is she going to shut down like she always does?
Her breath is shaky as she lets out a long exhale, then finally says, “Okay, so I’m a coward and I’m weak, but I have my own reasons for not painting that I’d rather not get into right now.” She holds her hand out for the joint. “Now give me some of that before you smoke it all, and I have to listen to any more of your philosophical ramblings while I’m sober.”
I almost choke on my laugh as I pass her the joint, because as much as I’d love to actually hear her explanation, I’m just happy she finally stood up for herself. I feel my walls slowly start to come down and my mood lightening back to the way it was before.
Scout’s cheeks hollow as she sucks the small joint, and I can’t help the direction my mind goes at the visual.
She chokes and coughs as she exhales, waving her hand to clear the smoke as she fights to catch her breath. The sight has my cock growing hard again, and I don’t even try to hide my smile. There’s something so fucking hot knowing she’s breaking her rules, simply because I asked her to.
It makes me wonder what else I could get her to do. Oh, the ways I could corrupt her.
And that’s definitely the weed talking, bringing my most honest thoughts out to play.Rein it in, Kingsley. She’s the amateur here, not you.
She passes the joint back to me and I take another long drag, eyeing her through the thin cloud of smoke. I see the instant she starts to feel it because she falls back in her chair in a lazy lean, her heavy-lidded eyes narrowing to a squint. A hint of a smile pulls at her lips as she takes a deep breath, like she’s finding pleasure in the simple act of breathing.
“You feel the tingles yet?” I ask as I pass the joint back to her, to which she immediately takes another hit, this time managing to hold back her cough.
That’s my girl.
She nods, looking down at herself. “My nipples feel really…awake.” She shivers enthusiastically, then crosses her arms over her chest. “And the seam of these shorts keeps rubbing me inappropriately…”
I can’t say I was expecting that little confession, but I’m not mad about it either. Clearly, my inhibitions are also a little cloudy, because when the image of her fucking herself with her new pink vibrator pops in my mind, I don’t even try to push it away.
There’s no denying I’m attracted to her, but I’m also starting to sense it isn’t one-sided. I start to feel that annoying curiosity sneak back up, but this time I’m not quick to push it away.
I just need more information, I tell myself.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I watch as she wiggles in her seat, oblivious of the fact that I’m aware of what she’s doing.
“Holy… Oh wow,” she says, her eyes drifting closed as she bites her bottom lip and rolls her hips in a circle.
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath as my cock strains beneath the hem of my sweatpants, as I watch her rub herself against the seat cushion. My hands are longing to reach out and touch her and I have to sit on them for extra precaution.
“I’m serious, Luka, this feels incredible. Have you tried this?” Scout’s voice is raspy now, and there’s an edge to it, probably from the smoke, but my cock seems to think it’s directed at me.
I bite my cheek to hold back my laugh. She’s so out of her mind right now, she’s grinding on the chair right in front of me. I should stop her before she embarrasses herself any further… But where would the fun be in that?
