Page 7 of Hale's Pawn
Ainslee growls at me and all I want to do is laugh at how funny that sounds. Ainslee charges at me and manages to climb up my body. I’m caught off guard for a second but then it brings out a dormant part of me that I didn’t put out there anymore. I groan and slam her back into the wall. “Give me my phone!” Ainslee yells at me.
“This is your home now, you fucking brat. Where else would you learn to be put in your fucking place?”
“Fuck you!” Ainslee says breathlessly, due to my body holding her hostage against the wall.
“Thought you’d never ask,” I taunt her. Ainslee manages to slide down my body and it honestly makes me hard so fast that it's painful. I let her turn her back to me, which is a rookie mistake. I reach out, not even leaving the spot I was just in, and I grab her by the back of her neck. “You wanted to check our chemistry, right? So do I. Come get fucked.” I bring her back to me and push her against the wall.
I turn her around to face me. Ainslee swings, catching me on my chin and she doesn’t rest either. She only gets the advantage because she caught me off guard. I groan and grab her wrists placing them over her head. “First things first, don’t ever fucking hit me. Jagger and you had your little fighting thing and that’s that, but not here, wife.” I say it like it’s acid dripping from my lips.
“Don’t do shit to get knocked on your ass then,” Ainslee grits through her teeth.
“As if you could.” There’s this pull between us and I move in closer as she tightens her legs around my waist. “You want to fight me? Don’t use your fist, use your pussy. Ride my dick like you’re at war with me, but never put your hands on me again. Are we clear?”
Ainslee smirks. “That’s fine with me, I don’t need my hands. You’d love to tame me, wouldn’t you? I can see it in your eyes, Oran Hale. You think I’m some wild-ass fucking thing that needs to be broken down and made into some fucking belle. Well let me tell you now, I’m Ainslee Bishops, and nobody will ever fucking tame me.”
I chuckle. “You’re no longer a Bishops, Ainslee. You’re a Hale now. Oh, how the tables have turned...I don’t need to tame you, Ainslee. You’ll give in to me yourself without me so much as lifting a fucking finger.” I let go of her wrists and place her on her feet. I get on one knee and rip at the split. I groan at her because this flimsy ass material is telling me how quickly I could’ve fucked her before. She had nothing on underneath, just some weird shit covering her up.
“You talk a fucking good game,” she practically moans. Ainslee’s breathing hard and I can tell she’s turned on. I stand as she reaches for my suit jacket, opening it up and pulling it off me as much as she can. She fumbles with my shirt and then gives up. She moves over to my belt, gets that off, and pops the button open. The second the sound of the zipper hits my ears, I forget what the fuck I’m supposed to be doing. I don’t even bother taking my dress shirt off. I lift Ainslee up and kiss her hard again. Ainslee moans in my mouth as she presses her chest against me. I groan as I position myself at her entrance. Fuck, the warmth coming from her pussy is going to make me act like I haven’t acted like in a long time. I slip inside slowly and shudder at how fucking tight she is. I pull away from kissing her. “Fuck.”
I use the wall as part of my prop. I place my hands under her thighs and I bring them up on both sides of her upper body. She’s flexible. Good. She’s going to need to stretch again after this. I slam into her and her body rides up the wall. “No, no, don’t run from me. Come back here. Take this dick as a reminder that everytime you catch an attitude with me, this is what’s going to happen.”
“I...oh, oh god…” Ainslee throws her head back as I fuck her like a man with a mission. I’m frustrated, pissed off, and horny.
“You fuck up, you get fucked. Am I understood?” I whisper in her ear.
Ainslee moans louder this time. “No,” she defies me.
Placing my arms right under her legs gives me better leverage with my palms on the wall. I lean in, resting my nose in the crook of her neck. She smells like fucking vanilla and sweet cherry. I don’t even know how to get that combo together but I inhale some more. I thrust inside of her. In and out, not stopping until she answers me. “Yes! Yes!” she breaks into sobs. “Oh I can’t… stop, please, it’s too much.”
I grunt. “It’s not enough, Ains…” A nickname I’ve never called her before slips out and it's like a trigger for her because she cums. The lovely little purring sound she makes sends me over the edge too.
I don’t stop pumping until I’m completely spent. “Are you on anything?” I ask.
Ainslee hums. “Yea–, yes. Kinda late for that, no?” she says.
I haven’t slipped out of her pussy yet so I move my hips a certain way and she shudders. “Exactly,” I say. “Watch your mouth around me, Ainslee. I won’t tell you again.”
“I’m done,” she says breathlessly.
I chuckle in her ear as I bite her exposed skin that I can reach, “And I’m just getting started.”
4
Ainslee
“Mikos, come pick me up,”I whisper into the phone.
“I’m outside,” he answers.
“Okay.” I hang up.
I slowly crawl out of Oran’s walk-in closet, trying not to make a sound. I’ve had better escape plans. I can’t stay here. Oran Hale proved to me just how safe he isn’t all night long and although I’m exhausted, I didn’t sleep because everytime I so much as huffed the wrong way, he slipped his dick inside of me. In his words, it’s simply because of my audacity.
I roll my eyes as I stand once I make it into the hall. It’s still dark but the sun is going to rise soon. Oran’s shirt makes me feel like I’m playing dress up. I haven’t had the chance to go into the spare bedroom where all my things are. I tiptoe, but stop when I hear him groan. I swear he says my name in anger but then nothing. Is this man dreaming about putting me in my damn place? I don’t have time to react as I make it out of the house and run over to Mikonos’ black navigator. I climb into the backseat and he looks at me from the rear view mirror. “Do I need to bury anything?”
“No,” I answer.
He snickers and drives off, shaking his head. “You look like a fucking raccoon. Godzilla-ass bride.” I kick his seat while he’s driving and he laughs. “Hungry?”
