Page 11 of Free-Falling
Ainslee whistles. “Shit, prickly as fuck. Very melodramatic, I might even sign you up for an Oscar. Jeez.”
I side eye her. “I should kick your ass.”
Ainslee guffaws like a crazy person. “Now, who wants to be fucked raw. Baby, I will have your toes curling and you cursing everyone out including both our parents by their first names because I fucked you that good.” She mewls.
I eye her up and down. “Yeah right.”
Ainslee cocks her brow. “You want to bet, pretty boy?”
This makes me chuckle. “Ains, if you want to ride my dick, just say so. No need to fake it with your words of encouragement.”
Ainslee cocks her brow and I see determination set on her face. She throws her left overs in the bag and snatches my half-eaten burger, tossing it in there too. I open my mouth to ask what the hell she’s doing, but then she climbs over and straddles me. Her fingers grip my hair tight, and she pulls my head back making me stare at the ceiling. I say nothing, wanting to see how far she can take this.
Ainslee sucks on my Adam’s apple. It’s an odd sensation, no one has ever done that before and her waist moves in a slow, tantalizing circular motion. “I can make you cum in your sweats, big boy without you ever being able to feel how fucking wet I am.” She whispers in my ear then bites hard on my ear.
Now… that right there can make a man say some unhinged shit. I say nothing though. I release a low groan as my hand moves up to grip her waist but doesn’t stop there. I continue up and when I reach her breast; I squeeze it hard causing her to flinch then I continue to her neck. I slam her body back into the horn, shocking the passengers walking across the parking lot. I don’t care. Ainslee looks at me with wild eyes. I smirk. Challenge accepted. I do nothing but stare into her eyes. I make my gaze unwavering; the power isn’t always in the touching, it’s in the eyes. I can tell the difference Ainslee’s breathing grows shallower. Unexpectedly, I slap her pussy through her flannel pajama shorts that she went out in. I bet now she’s regretting it as she throws her head back and moans. I lean in and nip at her chin, ear, neck and on my last bite to her shoulder, I bite hard.
“Check fucking mate.” I say as I toss her back in her seat.
Ainslee sits correctly and stares at me. I turn to look her way, there’s something in that look. In those stormy eyes but I don’t know what it is yet. She smiles at me with all her teeth showing and I know what she’ll do but I don’t stop it. Her little left hand swings out, slapping the shit out of me. My head snaps and I stare out at the parking lot for a second. I clench and unclench my jaw then I slowly turn to face her again, surely my face is red right now. I reach out and grab her by her hair. I pull her to me, my lips crushing down on her hers with a force that has her lips bleeding but I don’t give a fuck. I tighten the hold on her hair which causes her to gasp and my tongue gains access.
I shudder as Ainslee kisses me just as hard. Our tongues are dueling as we continue to battle of power. I pull her back off my lips with a force that causes her to shriek. Maybe I pulled a few strands of hair, I don’t fucking care.
I stare at her. “I know you want me to fuck you raw, Ains… I see it in those stormy eyes but know this, I’ll fuck you on my own time and when I do, it’ll be so good, you’ll go weeping to Eli because he failed as a man. So, Ainslee Bis—, no, Ainslee Hanlon, you didn’t heed my warning and now, be ready to face the consequences. Your pussy is in the palm of my hand now and I plan on turning you into my personal porn-star.” After I say this, I let her go. I start the car zooming out of the parking lot with a shrieking Ainslee. She’ll learn to put her seatbelt on quicker than that.
Ainslee
I think I hate Jagger even more now. That is all I keep saying as we go home. I blink hard, trying to understand how he can have that much power. How he took that power from me and it’s unnerving. I’ve never really had a power struggle with other men; just more of them liked that I was like this but Jagger is trying to make me submit. Make me more submissive, am I submissive? Do I really want him to sex me up?
We get off the elevator and into the penthouse; I continue on to the room where all my equipment is. I have nothing to add, I’m conflicted right now. Once I’m in the room, I realize that I left my phone. I have about three missed calls. One from my mother and two from Eli, I shake my head as I call my mother.
“Nice of you to call me back, Ainslee. Good to know Jagger didn’t choke you in your sleep.” She says.
She thinks she’s so funny. “No, mother, he didn’t.”
“Hmm. You’re still not upset, are you?”
“Really mother should there be a timeframe for this?”
My mother huffs. “If it’s any consolation, your father and I should be the ones who are pissed off. You walked out with Jagger and didn’t even come back for the reception. What the hell is your problem? Who raised you?”
My mother, Natasha Bishops, has never raised her voice and she won’t start now. Instead, her cunning ways include condescending, harsh tones and looks. Just like how there are southern Belles, well Natasha came from a line of crowned Founder’s Island Belles. She morphed me into one and I am every bit of one until it comes to Jagger. He’s the only one who always makes me act out of character. I’ve never even so much as shoved Eli.
“Young lady, I asked you a question.” And there it is, the lethal tone she takes when her little self is ready to tell her husband to do the dirty work.
“Mother, I know who raised me.” The nannies. I want to add, but I don’t.
“Well, if you do, then shape up and fix the narrative. Make sure everyone knows how you and Jagger made this decision on your own. Do not test me, little girl.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” I say, wondering if she can pick up on my sarcastic tone.
“Ainslee Margot Bishops, you watch your tone with me.”
“It’s Hanlon.”
“What?” She says.
“My last name… it’s Hanlon, I am no longer a Bishops and now, I can access the funds that MY grandfather, your daddy left me because I’m married. I need time, mother. Away from you and Dad, you don’t respect me, you don’t even like me.”
