Page 13 of Heartthrob

“I promise you, sweetheart, I’m fucking you hard the next time you offer that little pussy to me. Make no mistake about it, my dick will be so far inside you, there will be no room for drunkenness.”

He lets me up, “Oh God.”

I try to run past him but he has my wrist pulling me down into his lap again, this time sitting on his leg. He runs his hand up my back soothing me before his other comes down to where I am still wearing the necklace he gave me last night. I vaguely remember him telling me something about it being a bondage thing. His hand trails down the front of my overly large t-shirt I threw on to come down to breakfast. The material is super thin so I feel his touch like a warm wave coursing all down my body.

When he comes to my bare thigh I jump a little but he calms me down with little tiny kisses. Only his hand keeps coming and I have a very urgent need to be anywhere but in his lap suddenly. One of the reasons I tried to run away so fast was because…I need to take care of some things that I would rather he not find out about.

My hand drops to try to stop him but it’s too late. He’s made it up my thigh and now he knows. Heat rises from my neck up to my cheeks. When he runs his hands up my center I whimper out. This is the first time he’s touched me like this. And I’m embarrassingly wet. Dripping in fact.

I bury my face in his neck when he pulls his fingers from underneath my nightshirt and holds them up so we can both look.

“You’re awfully wet, little one.”

And hella embarrassed too.

“Did you like me touching you? Spanking you? Did it turn you on?”

I don’t say a word. I wouldn’t even know how to respond if I could, but the mortification has my throat closed up making it almost impossible. He dances his fingers back under the hem of my shirt and gently runs his fingers up my middle again. I jump - again. The sensation of having someone touch me is so new and so…intimate that it has me squirming and jumping around like I’m a freaking puppet on a string. Considering my position on his lap it’s not a far-reaching comparison.

He nuzzles into my hair, “It turns me on too.”

I gasp at his words almost as much as I do at the fact he is rubbing me, not even trying to pretend like he’s not playing with my pussy now.

“It turned me on last night too when you took off everything and told me you wanted to swim naked. All I could think about was bringing you up to the pool and giving you what you were asking for.”

My breath leaves my body on a shutter and a whimper.

“Seeing all that beautiful skin under the moonlight…it was incredibly hard not to take what you were offering me.”

“Why didn’t you?” It’s a question that’s been swirling in my head for a while now since bits of last night started coming back to me. When I ask, it’s barely a whisper. I'm not sure if I really want the answer.

“Because I want you to remember when it happens. I want every second to be burned into our memories…forever.” He nips where my neck and shoulder meet and swirls the pad of his thumb against my overly sensitive clit causing me to rush full-on into an orgasm.

“Oh my…,” It comes on so fast all I can do is hold on to him, sinking my nails into his shoulder, fingers bunching the fabric of the shirt he is wearing, as my body pulses and my world breaks apart; the only thing I have left to keep me grounded, to keep me centered, is Linc.

When I finally catch my breath and come back down from the release he gave me, he’s slowly petting me now. He looks at me with watchful eyes that seem to be able to penetrate my soul. I watch as he removes his hand from under my shirt again. The same as last time, I turn my head into his neck. But this time he calls my name.

“Esme…,” I finally turn so that I can take a small look at whatever he wants to show me. And see him lift his fingers up to his mouth to clean them with his tongue. My face bursts into flame and my mouth hangs open in shock.

His eyes are closed as he sucks on the ends of his fingers and a low moan that sounds more like a growl comes from him. When his eyes open they burn with a blue fire that touches my skin and makes me shiver in his arms. Holy shit that was intense.

“We have an industry party to go to tonight. Wear something…easy to take off.”

My eyes widen and my mouth remains wide open as he sets me on the couch beside him.

“Esme, close your mouth sweetheart, or I’m going to give you something to put in it.” He leans forward and drops a kiss on my open mouth. Taking my tongue with his and exploring the inside of my mouth like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. By the time he pulls back, we are both out of breath and he seems almost as dazed and awed as I am about it. Then he’s gone! Leaving me to figure out what’s next all by myself.

Chapter Ten

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Linc

I go through the day trying to tell myself to give her time but as the taste of her sweetness fades, I find a part of my nature I wasn’t always happy with rise up and rush to the front. This industry isn’t for a weak person. I can guarantee every actor or actress you’ve ever seen on a screen - be it television or a movie - is a beast. They are fierce and the need to be in the front of the pack is strong with every one of them.

This industry breeds a certain kind of person. One who has to be able to twist and beat a life like this one into submission. It’s not easy. A lot of people don’t make it and some that do still fall prey to all the sick and twisted demons that haunt this world. There’s a reason they say a star was ‘hungry’ for a role – you attack it before it attacks you.

That same hunger, the same need to dominate, permeates our lives. Some of us fill it with the hunger for drugs, sex, or money. Others lay in wait, content to slowly settle until the rare thing comes within our grasp that calls to that part of us. I’ve found my new hunger and it happens to be wearing a green sparkly dress with her hair up and my collar still around her neck.

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