Page 24

I glance over my shoulder at my beautiful Dove, noticing how her steps have slowed, her hands clutching tightly at her bag strap. The fierce determination she had back in the classroom seems to have fizzled the moment I told her I’d bend her over and fuck her right then and there.

Her eyes dart nervously, and she swallows hard as I turn toward my car, parked at the far end of the lot. It’s in a pretty secluded spot, something I didn’t do intentionally, but now? Now, this is fucking perfect.

I stop next to my Tesla, turning to face her.

Her gaze flickers to mine before quickly shifting away, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag even tighter.

I can almost laugh at how meek she’s acting now.

Was all that fire back at the classroom for show?

Or is she upset I didn’t call her my girlfriend?

In one practiced motion, I unlock the car and pull open the door.

“Get in,” I say, nodding toward the passenger side. My voice is low, steady, leaving no room for argument.

For a moment, she just stares at me, as if I just spoke in an unfamiliar language and she’s trying to decipher what I said. Finally, she speaks, her voice small. “Why? Where are you taking me?”

“Nowhere, for now. Just get in the car.”

She hesitates, gripping the strap of her bag tighter. “Tell me where we’re going, and I will.”

I let out a sigh. Of all moments to be stubborn…

Leaning against the open car door, I fix her with a steady gaze. “Why the hundred questions?”

“Because I don’t want to get into a car with you when I have no idea what we’re doing or where we’re going. I don’t want to be murdered inside of a Tesla in the fucking parking lot,” she replies, the bite in her voice returning with every word.

“I could just force you, you know?” I state with a shrug, crossing my arms, my gaze never straying from her face.

I watch her as she stumbles back a step, the color draining out of her face.

“You w-wouldn’t,” she stammers.

I roll my eyes internally, now she’s scared.

“Fine,” I bite out, pushing off from the car and taking a step towards her.

“You want to know why you should get in the car?” My voice lowers as I continue, the all-consuming lust in me bleeding into my words.

“I want to fuck you with my fingers, and I don’t want anyone to hear you coming for me.

” I smirk as she blanches. “Unless you’re a fan of that kind of stuff. I’m down if you’re down, sweetheart.”

Rhea’s face flushes, her eyes widening at the audacity of my words. She swallows, her grip on her bag tightening “I-I- you…”

I step towards her again and she stumbles back again. “Didn’t you agree to do everything I say, Dove?”

She glances nervously around, looking from the car to the empty parking lot and back to me. For a second, I think she’s going to bolt, but then she takes a slow, shaky breath, her expression steeling itself.

Without a word, she side steps me and slides into the open back seat, her shoulders tense and her gaze fixed straight ahead.

I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips as I shut her door and make my way around to the other side. Once I’m in, the silence between us is thick with tension.

For a moment, I watch her, noting the way she clenches her hands in her lap, trying to mask the uncertainty that lingers in her gaze. For all her fire and defiance, she’s here, with me, whether she likes it or not.

“You’re too far away, Dove. There’s lots of space over here.” I laugh, patting the seat beside me.

She’s across the seat away from me, almost pressing up against the door. “I’m fine here. Thanks.”

Part of me wants to reach out and pull her into my lap, but I stop myself. That would only make her fight me harder. She’s already wary of me, so it’s better not to push her too much.

Slow…

I lower my voice, soft but still firm. “I’m not a monster am I, baby? No reason to be scared of me.”

She doesn’t respond, but her narrowed eyes and the set of her jaw say enough. I can practically hear her thoughts. You’re not fooling anyone.

I almost laugh at how transparent she is, but I keep it in check. That won’t help anything right now. But it is quite obvious what she thinks of me. No sugar coating there.

She can hate me all she wants but the fact is––she’s mine now and I’m never letting her go.

But this will go nowhere if she doesn’t loosen up.

An idea pops into my head, and I smile. She’s so stubborn that it might actually work.

“Are you really scared of me, Dove? Where’s that fire from before, huh? The girl that stood up to me, all confident and fiery?” I shift a tiny bit closer to her, my smile widening. “She was so fucking sexy.”

I watch her jaw clench, her eyes flickering with irritation. I can see the temptation to snap, to fight back, but she’s holding it in, the pressure building behind those narrowed eyes.

I lean in just a fraction more, savoring the way her body tightens, her resistance practically radiating off her. It’s a game now, and I can see it in the way her eyes burn with something dangerous, something she’s trying to hold back.

“That girl,” I continue, my voice low and deliberate, “the one who wouldn’t back down—she was something else.” I let the silence stretch, the words hanging between us. “Where’d she go? Did she disappear the moment I got too close?”

Her chest rises and falls with a quick breath, but she stays silent. Her lips are pressed tight, but I can see her struggling, fighting the urge to argue, to snap at me, to push me away. She’s not used to this. To me . And it’s getting under her skin.

I keep watching her, enjoying the game. The way she tries to hold herself together. She’s unraveling, just a little, and I can feel it.

I tilt my head slightly, my grin widening as I watch her jaw tense even more, her eyes flicking to my lips for a split second before she looks away.

“You’re so fucking cute when you’re pissed, Dove. But I can tell you’re still thinking about what happened at the house and how good it felt…” I let the words linger, feeling the moment stretch. “It wasn’t a fluke. You can trust me.”

I lean in closer, my voice lowering to a husky whisper, “I can make you feel even better.”

As I speak, the gap between us closes until I’m right beside her, our legs pressing together. “All you have to do is stop fighting and give in.”

She doesn’t answer, but the shift in her posture tells me everything I need to know. She’s right there. Just a little push, and I’ll have her.

“You know you want to.”

She inhales sharply, her body tensing again as if she’s trying to hold onto whatever bit of control she has left. But I see the way her eyes flicker, the way her breath hitches when I speak. She’s fighting it, but she’s not immune to the pull between us.

Carefully, I let my hand rest on her thigh, right below the hem of her denim skirt. I watch her gulp, a pretty pink blush painting her cheeks, but she doesn’t shift away.

Progress.

“I can feel you, Dove. The way you’re reacting to me. The way your body betrays you, even if you won’t admit it out loud.”

I play with the hem of her skirt, letting my fingers wander over her soft, warm skin. Her blush deepens in response to my wandering.

“Do you think you can keep pretending?” I drawl, almost amused. “That you’re not affected? That you don’t want this as much as I do?”

I lean in closer, and her delicious scent hits me. I stifle a curse. She smells like strawberries and cream, such a mouthwatering combo. It makes me just want to devour her whole.

“But you do want this, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good?” I stroke up her thighs, humming slightly in appreciation as her legs part for me. “It makes you so fucking wet just thinking about it, doesn’t it?”

I feel her shiver beneath my touch as my hand inches higher. Her breath catches, her lips parting just slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. “N-no I-I-I don’t.”

“Liar,” I whisper, my hand now resting on her panties. Her soaking wet panties.

Fuck, she is such a dirty liar.

I circle her clit slowly, almost teasingly, watching as the tension in her shoulders eases and her pupils blow out, all the fight leaving her almost as quickly as it came.

She gasps and I smirk. So responsive.

“Now I have to find out if you’ve been lying about other things too,” I croon, drawing light, teasing circles around and around. I hum as she lets out a tiny moan, biting her lip as if to keep it contained.

“Did you play with this little pussy after our little tryst? You must have, after all you were this close to coming before we were interrupted.” I keep moving my fingers, drenching them with her wet pussy. She’s so fucking wet, so fucking warm, so damn tempting. My dick is fucking screaming.

God, this is the sweetest torture.

“Answer me, Dove,” I growl, tracing a more forceful circle around her clit, making her gasp louder, her thighs widening.

“N-no,” she stammers, her response small and unconvincing.

She’s lying again. Seems she’s trying to reserve some ounce of dignity.

That’s cute.

I know everything, watched everything, heard everything.

All her desperate moans and whimpers, the almost feverish tempo at which her fingers worked her clit.

The way her hips bucked and twitched, her thighs stiffening as she neared orgasm, the enraptured, almost pathetic whimper she let out as she came over and over again.

I was so fucking pleased with myself that I set up those cameras in her room, that I could see that beautiful sight.

And now she’s right in front of my eyes.

“Don’t lie, baby,” I whisper, watching as she bites her lip again, trying hard not to moan. “You did.” Pausing, I slip my hand under her panties and stroke her clit again. “I should punish you for playing with what’s mine.”

I can see the slight indignation starting to form in her eyes but before she can form any kind of protest, I thrust my fingers into her.

Fuck, she’s so tight.

She tries to pull away, to stop me, but I draw her closer, essentially drawing her onto my lap, pulling her flush against me, trapping her.

She’s all fucking mine.

Her struggle dies down as I tease her walls, her protests fading into whimpers, her thighs shaking against mine as pleasure overtakes her.

She’s so wet, so tight…I almost blow my load imagining her pussy around my cock. It must be heaven.

I can’t fucking wait.

But for now…

I curl my fingers, thrusting up into her at the same time. She rewards me by moaning my name, a desperate sound that strikes something in me, something primal, something unhinged… I want to hear it again.

“Say my name again, Dove. Say it,” I demand, my thumb circling her clit, pressing down until I feel her thighs stiffen and her pussy clenching around my fingers.

“Thatcher-Thatcher!” she lets out in a breathless whisper.

Fuck! I’m a goner.

“You’re such a good girl, baby. So. Fucking. Good.” The praise pours from my lips. “Such a filthy fucking good girl for me. I should reward my filthy good girl, shouldn’t I?”

I pick up the pace, her hips rolling with my tempo. She’s riding my fingers. Hell…fucking…yeah…

“You wanna come, Dove? You wanna come on my fingers?” I nibble on her collarbone, reveling in her sounds, her scent…

This is heaven.

She whimpers, and I know she’s so close, so damn close to that edge… so damn close to me.

I slow my finger fucking and whisper, “Lay down.”

She almost looks terrified. I start moving my fingers again to remind her how good I can make her feel.

And then I force her on her back. There’s barely any fucking space in here, but I keep my hand on her stomach as I hike her skirt up to her waist and I pull her thong to the side.

“What are you doing?” she breathes heavily, but the sound of nervousness is clear.

“I want a taste, Dove.”

She shakes her head, but I don’t fucking care.

I plunge my face between her legs just as she closes her thighs. My tongue reaches her, and she lets out a loud moan.

I lick her sweet fucking cunt with my tongue and hold her ass in place as she tries to squirm away.

“Oh, my fucking god!” she calls out as I work my tongue in circles against her.

Her hands pull at my hair as she tries to get away, but she tastes so fucking good. I love that she can’t handle this fucking pleasure. She has no idea I’m on the brink of coming. This is sexy as fuck.

“Thatcher,” she cries out in a high-pitched tone.

I suck her clit, and then I hear her head hit the window. I circle my tongue a few times and then fuck her with it.

“Thatcher,” she screams from the pleasure. “Oh, my fucking god!”

She’s riding my face now as deep howling moans leave her throat. Fuck, it feels good to know I am giving her the best orgasm of her life.

She pulls my hair, but I don’t stop.

She’s singing, “Oh, my fucking god!” over and over.

I shove two fingers deep into her and she’s in full ecstasy as I watch her head roll back.

“Dove,” I whisper as I wipe my mouth. “Baby, that was so fucking sexy. You have no––”

“I need to go,” she says, her voice quiet but firm.

I clench my jaw, frustration simmering just beneath the surface as I watch her inch away from me, putting distance between us again as she straightens her clothes and grabs her bag.

She’s out of the car, the door slamming shut behind her, before I can say anything else.

My cock is fucking aching, so I pull it out and start stroking it. I glance out the window, taking a long look at her fucking ass as she walks away. It’s not long before ropes of come fly onto the towel I have back here.

I slip my dick back into my pants and stare at the mess.

Holy hell, that’s a lot of come.