Page 55 of Objection
What in the hell was wrong with me? Why was I literally dripping wet as this man degraded me?
His hands moved between my legs again, careful not to touch my clit as he pulled the vibrating egg from my pussy.
He spun my chair around, a hand going to my throat and holding me back against the chair, forcing my eyes to his.
His eyes looked at me as though I were everything and nothing that he had ever wanted.
He held me there as he tasted the toy, licking my juices from the toy and groaning.
“What a delicious fucking cunt. I can’t wait to taste you later tonight. Now, be a good girl and go get ready for dinner. You will wear the lingerie that I have placed in your room. Wear exactly what I have set out. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
It was a solid minute longer before he moved his hand from my throat, squeezing once before he finally let go. I stood on wobbly legs and made my way out of the room.
“Oh, and Posey? Do not disappoint me. You will not like the outcome.”
I nodded once, feeling my wet heat drip down my inner thigh in response.
I made my way up the stairs slowly.
Mr. Wellington had a dark side.
A dark side I wanted to completely lose myself in.
19
Soren
She was pushing my buttons.Never before had I ever let a submissive push me, goad me, like Posey did. She pushed me, she agitated me. But in the end, after the push and pull and banter we shared, when she submitted, when she dropped to her knees of her own volition and took the pain and pleasure I gave without hesitation? That made me feel more powerful than any scene I had ever had.
With a towel tossed over my shoulder, I flipped the chicken in the sauté pan. I had been craving Chicken Piccata all week and finally decided to just make it myself instead of heading out to Leonardo’s like usual.
“Hello,” I answered when my cell rang in my pocket.
“You know, it’s considered rude to not call your best friend back when you promise to. But making her wait five whole days before you respond is just down right asshole behavior. And while I know how much you love butt stuff, please stop or I’ll have to super glue a jewel to your forehead and call you a butt plug for the rest of your God-given life.”
“Good evening, Samantha,” I chuckled, basting the chicken in the lemony butter sauce. Almost time for the capers.
“Good evening, butt plug,” she quipped. Out of any submissive I had ever had, save Posey, Samantha was probably the closest thing to a brat. The thing was, she was anything but a brat while submitting. She didn’t enjoy the push and pull in the bedroom, only in random banter like this.
“So how is it going with the redheaded walking sex dream you are currently shacked up with?” I rolled my eyes at her question, removing the garlic bread from the oven.
“Ms. Adams is doing well, all things considered, and we are doing well. I think,” I began.
“You think? That’s not like you, Ren,” she chastised.
“I’m not sure I could describe it to you if I tried,” I sighed heavily.
“Well, try.”
“It’s just different. With Posey, I mean,” I began.
“Well, I sure as hell didn’t think you were talking about you and the Pope. Continue.” Perhaps she and Posey were more alike than I thought. She had a sharp tongue, just like Posey. She just never used it against me, like Posey did. Or I don’t know.
“I don’t know, Sam. She has a sharp tongue, just like you, but it’s…” I trailed off, not really wanting to say what was on the tip of my tongue.
“But in a way that trips your trigger, unlike me,” she answered knowingly.
“Yes. You have always been an incredible sub to play with. Probably my favorite. Or at least...”
