Page 14 of Free-Falling
“Where’s your wife, dickhead?” I don’t gauge his reaction as I slowly turn towards the dancefloor. There are more people there now.
The guard has moved in closer. I groan, this is fucking torture. I stand loosening my tie, and I remove it tucking into my pant’s pocket. I maneuver my way through the dancefloor and stand right in front of Ainslee. She looks up at me, and I crouch down, picking her little ass up off the floor. I don’t care what protests I hear from people or Ainslee.
“Put me down, you giant asshole!” She shrieks.
“Shut the fuck up before I spank you on this dancefloor, Ains… I’ll do it too. You know me.”
“Oh baby, you promise?” She says, but I can hear the sarcasm in her voice.
I slip in the smaller hall where we were before. I watch as the workers are taking down the wedding decor and I don’t give a fuck. I walk over to where there is a table placing her on it face down. The workers pretend like we aren’t even here as they continue to clean up, but an audience is the least of my problem. Ainslee struggles as I place both of her arms behind her. I pull out my tie and secure her wrists with it, tight enough that she can’t really do much about it.
“Jagger, Jagger… What are you doing? Stop.” She seethes.
“I told you earlier that I don’t like being dismissed, didn’t I, Ains? But you’re hard of hearing. Now, let me set a permanent reminder, pretty baby.” I say the same words to her.
Before she can protest again, I keep her head down to the side where she and the workers can stare each other in the eye. I move her dress out of the way but I don’t expose her; I use that same split she was tempting me with to my advantage. Groaning at the sight of her lace midnight blue boy shorts, I couldn’t even tell if she was wearing panties before. My hand slams down hard on her ass cheek, she screams out catching the attention of the workers but I don’t care. I do it again and again. Her screams have turned into loud moans that make the workers even more uncomfortable than before. I look up at some workers recognizing them and I smirk as if I’m devil but really; I need not be classified as anything else but Jagger Hanlon.
“Jag,” Ainslee calls out to me and I like the nickname on her lips.
I look down and something else makes me look up. Her mother, Natasha Bishops widens her big green eyes, her pale skin is flushed as she realizes what I’m doing to her daughter. I smile with all my teeth out as I bypass Ainslee’s panties and shove two fingers in her wet pussy. I shudder just like she does but I don’t break eye contact with her mother, her eye twitches morphing her features into a deadly expression as I finger-fuck her daughter in front of her. I lean down, break eye contact for a second and kiss Ainslee’s temple. I lick her jaw causing her to shudder.
“Sweet, Ainslee, tell me,” I look up at her mother who is still standing there, frozen. “If your mother walked in, would you want me to stop? Hmm, pretty baby?”
Ainslee moans, “oh God, Jag, no, no. Please don’t stop.”
“Tell me, Ains…would you suck my dick and love it in front of your mother? Let her see, just how much of a mistake she made by letting you be tied to me for life?”
Ainslee mewls. Her words are non-coherent. I slip out of her pussy and slap her ass hard causing her mother to flinch and Ainslee lowly moans. What a gorgeous little moan. She purrs.
“Oh, I approve, my little kitten. Tell me, would you let me punish you in front of your mother?” I slip three fingers inside of her this time, stretching her more. She’s so wet. I tease her more.
“Yes, Jagger. Yes, I fucking would.”
I smile wickedly. “My little rebel. Would you let me eat your pussy in front of your mother even though you’re a belle? A dirty, filthy fucking Belle?”
“Fuck her.” She replies and I chuckle hard.
“One more question, Ains… Would you let me fuck you raw? Let me claim you in every filthy way so that everyone knows just who you belong to?”
“Yesssss, Fuck yes, Jag.” She purrs again.
“Look at you doing better than you were before. For this, I’ll let you cum.” I increase the speed of my fingers as my thumb presses hard on her clit and she cums, loudly too.
I bite my bottom lip as I play in her pussy for a moment longer, savoring all of that essence and I stand up straight dismissing her mother by sucking the same fingers into my mouth. Her mother looks at us like she’s debating on which one of us to kill, but then she finds the strength to leave. I’m sure a normal mother would’ve murdered me on the spot but again, this is Natasha Bishops, there are rumors about the demeaning ways she conducts business plus she sold her daughter to me just like I was sold to Ainslee too, for nothing. She’s lucky she walked away, I was going to eat her daughter’s pussy sloppily too. I love making a mess.
“Let me clean you up, Ains.” As if my body is on auto-pilot, I crouch down and lick up all the remaining juices, not stopping until she’s clean. I nip at her clit causing her to shudder again.
I stand to my full height and pull her up by my tie. I turn her to face me; she opens her mouth to say something, but I shut it by grabbing her jaw and leaning down kissing her. I tongue her like my life depends on it. I let her go and we’re both breathing hard.
“I, I,” Ainslee begins, but I shut her up again.
“The next time you so much as grind your pretty little ass on another man, I will fuck you until every part of you is sore and you’ll fucking love it, Ainslee. Don’t fuck with me.” I say and let her go. “Thanks for the dessert but next time, don’t spoil me like this, let me have the meal.”
“Untie me, Jag.” She says.
“I like that nickname on those pretty lips, you know what else I’d like in between them?” I say as I place my hands in my pockets, refraining from touching her.
“I don’t, I don’t care!” She says, but I can see that her resolve is breaking.
