My head shot up, meeting Shasta’s furious gaze.
“What the fuck do you want?” I growled, still coming off my anger-infused high.
She smirked, staring at the cock swinging between my legs like it didn’t even faze her.
“Did I tell you that you could look at my cock?”
Her smirk only widened. “As if there’s much to see, asshole.”
“What the fuck is your problem, woman?”
She took a step in my doorway, fists clenched like she was ready to throw down. “I want to know why you fucking left marks on Ramona, and if you fucking get off on hitting and abusing women? Does it make you feel like a man, Wasp? Degrading and treating women like they’re fucking garbage the way you do? Leaving your marks on them like they’re your own personal punching bags.”
Now I was the one that was smirking. Her challenge was a breath of fresh air. It was breathing life into my flaccid cock that was left unsatisfied by Keelie. “Is that what you think I did? Abused Ramona?”
“Well, you sure as hell didn’t love her. The woman can’t even sit down, you fucking bastard! And what about Keelie? She just ran out of here, all marked up and crying. I should fucking report you for hurting women the way you do.”
There was a fire that danced in her eyes, one that I wanted to play with more. I would dance in the ashes of her defiance if she let me, and make her weak at the knees.
“Don’t knock it until you try it, little minx.” From head to toe, my gaze raced along her body, enjoying the way her breath was coming out in angry little huffs.
“Never!” she growled back. Yet, there she was, inching closer to me, the fight in her drawing me in like a beacon of forbidden light.
The joy I got out of watching her eyes widen as my cock engorged and elongated was fucking satisfying. Then the cutest little blush crept over her cheeks, one that I instantly wanted to control and taste.
“You say no, Shasta, but I can smell your arousal again. Your body is betraying you by telling truths in between your pathetic lies.” My hand smacked the door behind her, throwing it closed until it was just me and her in the room. I licked my lips, zeroing in on her trembling pout and weak knees. She was already submitting to me without her even realizing it.
“Yeah, and I can smell Keelie’s pussy on your dick and the stagnant air in the room. If you think that’s even remotely a turn on, you’re sadly mistaken.”
My sadistic laugh that filled the room was boisterous and full of glee. “Then why are you currently stroking my cock? Because I sure as fuck can say that’s a turn on for me, little minx.” I winked.
Her head slowly moved down, eyes widening like cartoons when she saw my cock stroking in and out of her clenched fist. She immediately dropped it, but it was too late. I was on to her, I knew what she wanted, and I was about to give it to her if she let me.
“Bathroom!” I ordered.
“Excuse me?”
I nodded toward the only open door in my room. “Did Master say you could talk?”
She nibbled nervously on her lip. “You’re not my fucking Master!”
My thumb ripped her teeth away from her trembling lips, forcing her to look up at me. No one gets to bite those lips but me.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Shasta. You need a Master in your life. Someone to control those sexual impulses you’ve been hiding behind—that innocent act you try to convey. Guess what, my little minx? I see right through your bullshit. You’re tired of being overlooked and unseen. You’re fucking starving for attention, but if you want the Master to play your game, you have to play his first. So, I’ll tell you one last time, my little minx. Get in the fucking bathroom.”
Her back straightened, making my cock even tighter with anticipation. If she said yes and gave in too easily, the game would be over. But if she said no… the game would be on.
“NO!” she screamed right before her hand ricocheted off my cheek and echoed throughout the room.
“Go fuck yourself!” she screeched again, seconds before she threw open the door and raced into the hallway. The clubhouse was pretty dead today. Most of the guys were still in a tizzy over Sabbath’s shenanigans, so I knew I could get away with everything I was doing. I also knew she’d be back… she was too curious not to.
Women were like cats.
Skittish…
Curious…
Standoffish…