Page 76 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
“No foreplay?” I asked.
“You’re fucking dripping, Ruby. And no, this is purely formypleasure.”
With that, he slammed into me jolting me across the bed. He grunted with every thrust, and I didn’t think I’d ever felt him as deep. Perhaps the position, standing and leaning over me, offered him depth. Whatever it was, I wanted more.
I could feel my stomach knotting and I moaned in pleasure. Sebastian grabbed my t-shirt and raised it to my neck.
As I was about to come, he pulled out.
“No!” I said, reaching for him.
He placed a hand on my chest holding me down while he pleasured himself. He came over me, and when he’d milked every drop from himself, he smeared his cum over my breasts and then pulled up my bra.
“Do not wash that off,” he said, standing up.
“What? No way! You’re going to leave me all frustrated?”
“Yep. Maybe you’ll learn to listen to me.”
My mouth opened; part shock, part dismay. “You bastard!”
“Back to strike one, Ruby.”
I wrenched my t-shirt down, feeling his stickiness beneath it. “You bloody bastard. And I’m going to keep saying it until you decide to fuck me in punishment. Didn’t plan for that, did you?” I laughed, a little manically.
“You’re assuming I’ll fuck you, of course. I make the punishment up as I go along. No rules, Ruby. That way you don’t get complacent.” It was his turn to laugh.
“Well, I don’t like your fucking game anymore.”
I stood adjusting my clothing. As I did, he placed both hands on my cheeks and leaned in close. I could feel his breath on my skin.
“Tell me to stop, then.”
“You said we didn’t have a safe word, or whatever crap that was.” I pouted but stood still, enjoying the feel of him so close.
“Tell me to stop. It’s as simple as that. And I will.”
I stared at him.
“You are fucking stunning when you’re angry,” he said, then he lowered further and kissed me.
I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. Of course I’d never tell him to stop, no matter how frustrated I got. I was enjoying the game.
“I might pretend to divorce you. I’m sure it’s a thing,withholding conjugal rights or something like that,” I whined when he broke the kiss.
“I think you’ll find the right to divorce if you withhold myright,applied to men only back in the day. You won’t deny me, Ruby, you’d be way too frustrated within hours.”
The conceited bastard gave me a wink and a kiss to my forehead. I slapped his chest, hard, and he pretended to be wounded.
“Come on, let’s go home. I might need another wank,” he said, chuckling.
I stomped after him. He carried the additional clothes he’d gathered for me, while I held Grandma’s dress. I laid it down in the boot of his car and he gave me a hug and kissed my temple as he closed it.
“I was mean earlier, I’ll make it up to you,” he said.
I smirked, remembering what I’d been told. I had all the power.
“I shouldn’t be laughing or enjoying myself,” I said, suddenly.
