Page 38 of Mortala
I refuse to give her my eyes as I speak, because the wild thing may see it as an invitation to sass me with every excuse in the book—or insult, whichever.
“Do you understand how nerve-wracking it is when you don’t communicate with me?Hell, at least when you look at my texts it shows they were delivered, but not this week.It was dead silence.Let me make something abundantly clear, Sadie—I will not go another week without having contact with you.The next time you surpass twelve hours, I’ll find you, drag your ass into this apartment, and show you what happens when I worry.”
Reaching her, I shove my hands into the pockets of my slacks before I do something stupid—like hurt her.Allowing her to make eye contact with me, her head tilts as we stand just a few inches apart.I can smell the coffee on her breath and the sweetness of whatever dessert she had at dinner.On the counter, the remnants of her chicken piccata I can’t wait to eat while she begs.
You bet your ass I knew where she was—I always know where she is.Half because I’m too obsessed to leave her alone and half due to her dad, who invited me.I missed her graduation, I missed the celebration, but the night is far from over.I have a gift for her.One she will have to earn.
“Missed you.”
Sadie stares, various expressions roll across her face in waves like those of a ticklish snake.I’ve always been fascinated by how she simultaneously shows every broken emotion then tries to mask them.Unfortunately for her, I see it all.She wears what short list of emotions she has on her sleeve and I eat it up.
Reaching out, my thumb brushes over her bottom lip.It’s soft, plump and warm, and my teeth silently ache to sink into it.I want to revel in her skin breaking under force, whether that be from my teeth, my rough hand chafing her tender flesh, or me finally claiming her delectable body.
Give me one reason, Sunshine.
“Speak.”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?One ‘I miss you’ doesn’t give you the right to speak to me like a dog!”
Oh, I like how sassy she is.Makes what’s going to happen to her even more rewarding—at least for me.The last partial step between us evaporates when I step forward and my hand snaps to her neck.The suddenness has her retreating back into the edge of her kitchen island where her breath catches behind my palm.
First thing’s first, my free hand drags up the center of her torso before finding a loose bit of fabric and fisting.With a few hard jerks, the stitches holding it together snap and immediately hangs around her frame.Of course she fights back.Her fists push and shove at my chest, but as fast and impactful as they are, I don’t budge until the dress drifts off her body and puddles in a pile of scraps around her feet.
“I told you, you’d be punished.Now, keep that sharp mouth shut or it’s next.”
Pulling her away from the island by her neck, Sadie stumbles out of her dress when it catches on her strappy sandals.
I’m mindless seeing her wrapped in mesh and silk.Demi cups barely cover her tits; the semi-transparent material gives me one hell of an eyeful—rosy nipples hardening the longer I stare.I’m a fool for her.Her panties match in material and color but they don’t sit low on her hips like her bra does—no.Thin straps hike over her hip bones and dig into the dips that have formed there.Like she walked off the cover of an 80s car magazine.
Fuck me.She’s more than I’ve ever dreamed.
“Jesus.Look at you.”
Controlling myself, because two other things need to happen before I sink into her, I spin her around and push her face down onto the cold island counter top.She tenses at first, whimpering desperately, as the heat of her skin meets the chilled surface—poor thing, not.Switching my grip, I finally wind my left hand in her long platinum ponytail and rain a sharp slap down on her barely covered ass.
Sadie yelps, her body jerks from the impact, and I bite my tongue to keep from drooling all over her.She jolts again when I spank her a second time.Damn thing tries to open her mouth but I quickly remind her of the rules.
“Mouth shut, Sadie.Do not make me repeat myself.”
Slap, slap, slap.
Her skin’s already turning pink and splotchy—it’s stunning.She’s such a good girl when she’s quiet.Kicking the inside of her feet, Sadie spreads her legs wider before I deliver three more slaps, heading for a total of ten.
My hand stings as I rub her angry flesh.It burns my palm, but I’m thrilled when my touch makes her thighs shake.Snagging the back of her panties, I guide the fabric higher until her cheeks devour some of the material.Fuck me, she’s…I have no words to describe how gorgeous she is while spread for me and covered in my handprints.
More exposed, I reach down to the back of her left thigh and drag my nails up and over her tender ass cheek.
“’L…Lias,” Sadie gasps, instinctively pushing up on the tips of her toes.
Not responding, I repeat the motion on the right then slap both cheeks where they meet the start of her thigh.She cries out, shaking harder.Devious thing will remember this tomorrow, when she sits down and her sensitive skin protests any time she moves.
Controlling her by her hair, I pull her upright and step into her, pressing my hips against her punished behind and grind.She whines and squirms, unable to escape while I ghost my mouth at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“Yes, Sunshine?”
“P… please.”
“Mmm, please what?You had a thesis-length beratement to deliver, where’s that fire now?”
