Chapter 14 Daniel's Promise
I slid a hand down to her upper thigh, stopping just above her knee where her skirt ended. I grazed her skin with my knuckles, taking perverse enjoyment in having her so fucking close to me.
“I want to do so much worse to you than what he is doing to her”, I hummed against her skin.
“Daniel, w… what are you doing?”
Ayesha’s POV
The heat from his palm seared against my leg, making my breath hitch as his gentle touch felt like fire igniting against me.
“I owe you for that amazing blowjob now, don’t I?”, his tone was edgy, like he had some vindictive motive driving him.
My hand shot out to his to stop him from dragging his hand up my skirt, adrenaline and terror racing in my veins.
“Daniel, please”, I begged him, for what I didn’t know. Desperation clawed at my vocal cords, making it hard to form full sentences. My whole body felt like it was set on fire, as I further sunk into him, looking up at him with doe eyes.
“Please what, Ayesha?”, he growled out, sliding his hand up further, rendering my limp grasp on him useless. I let out a harsh gasp when I felt his fingers grazing the edge of my panties, dangerously nearing my heated core.
Much to my horror, I felt myself get wet instantly and that all-familiar ache bloomed down there, making me throb in agony to be touched.
“If you’re not wet for me, I won’t touch you”, he said, faking consideration. I could feel the bastard smile against the side of my neck. He was clearly aware of the kind of effect he had on the female population. And he was just toying with my weak control of my arousal. I was so lost… I had zero experience with any of this whilst Daniel… I had no chance against him.
Grinning, he further continued,” I can practically smell your arousal, Ayesha.”
I groaned in painful ecstasy when his hand dove into my plain black panties, my body jumped to his touch, much against my will, eager for his sensual strokes to drive it into orgasm. My first ever orgasm.
“Holy fuck! You’re so fucking wet for me, baby”, he husked out, a slight tremor in his voice. I couldn’t help but wriggle against his huge body when he started rubbing my clit with his thumb, pushing his index finger into my very wet hole.
“Fuck me! You’re so tight. I can barely drive a finger in”, he hoarsely said, increasing the intensity of his strokes as he finger-fucked me. I could barely adjust when I felt another finger pushing against my walls, making me cry out in a mix of discomfort and desperate pleasure.
“Can you take three in?”, he softly asked, his concerned voice making my heart flip in my chest.
“I… I think so”, I weakly replied, grabbing onto his bicep for dear life and muffling my embarrassingly loud moans against his hard chest. My face heated up when I became aware of the wet sounds that filled the room, evidence of my stark arousal… all for him.
I almost doubled over, biting down on my lip to keep from crying out when he increased the pace, rubbing my clit ferociously as he drove me to climax, his three fingers making me feel so fucking full, I wasn’t sure I could take it.
“Relax baby, don’t clench your pussy so hard, it’ll make it painful for you”, he soothingly said, tipping my chin up, scolding me when I tried to remain in the soft comfort of him, burying my face between his pecs.
“Just relax, I got you”, his dark ashen eyes poured into mine, heightening the pleasure coursing through my body. I unconsciously started to rock my hips to his touch, following his rhythm with every thrust.
“Does it feel good, love?”, he asked, doubt and hesitation lacing his honeyed voice. Surprise took a hold of me, warning me to be cautious…. Daniel couldn’t possibly actually care how I felt about his touch… whether I was enjoying it or not.
But my heart beat so hard in my chest, it was impossible to ignore what it thought of him.
“It feels so good, I uh never thought it could feel this good”, I truthfully admitted, much against my better judgement. His mouth broke into the most heartbreakingly beautiful smile I’d ever seen, making goosebumps rise all over my skin.
I could feel the pressure building within me, I was so close… fuck! I screamed when he suddenly hit a spot that made me lurch in his lap, it was like an intense shot of unbearable pleasure.
Ashamed of my outburst, I tried to hide my face from him again, but he roughly grabbed my jaw, staying me in place. I blinked up at him as his face hovered over mine, “Don’t hide your pleasure from me, baby. It pleases me immensely to know that your body loves my touch. And don’t hide those fucking screams from me, they’re mine”, deep possessiveness coated his voice, making even more heat rush down to my core, making me even wetter and hotter and even more sensitive to his thrusting.
“Fuck me, you’re incredible”, he groaned out before his lips came crashing down on mine, stealing my very breath away. I was so lost, nearing my climax as I was combined with this… it got too much for me.
But then I was reminded of how every inch of my body wanted him… every part of him.
His lips caressed mine, gentle and careful before his tongue prodded at my mouth for entry which I easily granted him, trying to not act like the inexperienced fool I was.
His tongue rolled with mine as he explored my mouth, every stroke of his making my eyes roll back into my head. He tasted me until he was the only thing I could taste. He moaned deep in his throat, urging me to respond to him and I did. I hesitantly bit down on his lip, eliciting a deep feral growl from him as his chest vibrated with the sound.
I pressed my hands against his abs, bunching his shirt in my palms, holding onto him for dear life.
“Oh my God, I’m gonna come. Fuck Daniel, harder please” I begged into his mouth, not breaking the kiss as he ruthlessly invaded my mouth, not leaving an inch of it unexplored.
He started fucking me harder, rubbing me with ferocious intensity as my moans were swallowed by his mouth.
“Ayesha”, he whispered against my lips, breaking the kiss, and allowing me to catch my racing breath. I panted in his lap like I’d run a marathon. He tucked my hair behind my ear, tangling his hand in the strands. “I promise you this, love, I’m not going to ask you again about why you’re marrying my uncle.” There was a deathly silence that followed his abrupt statement.
My body suddenly went ice cold in his lap, all signs of my heated arousal being doused with a fresh bucket of ice-cold water at the mention of his uncle,
Reality gave me the coldest check humanely possible.
Why oh why did he have to mention his uncle… and that too right now?! When I was feeling safe, comforted and pleasure with someone for what might be the first time in my life.
Tears pricked at my eyes but I blinked them back.
“I know that you don’t want to tell me why you’re being forced to marry that fucking scumbag but I swear to you, Ayesha, I will find out what the fuck is going on here and break this engagement. I will never let him marry you, not with a fucking chance in hell is he ever laying his fucking hands on you”, he growled out, speaking against my unresponsive lips.
“Please say something, baby.”
“I need to go”, I said, slapping his hand away from between my legs, much to his shock as I scrambled off his lap. I was in limbo mode, my brain skating on thin ice. This painful reminder that my future was with his uncle…. not him, was necessary. I was getting dangerously wrapped up in the idea that this little moment meant anything… could ever even change anything.
But I wasn’t stupid enough to keep on dreaming, giving flight to this meant to crash fantasy.
“But I didn’t make you cum”, he said, watching me with hawk eyes, taking in the stark change in my demeanour.
“Yes, you did. Thank you. Now we’re even.” My emotionless voice irked him. But I could see that he’d figured out why I’d suddenly turned so cold. But I could care less what he thought anymore.
“Don’t fucking lie, I didn’t make you come”, he protested, eyeing me from head to toe.
“It doesn’t matter. And I need to go. Will you show me out please?” I hid my true emotions with politeness, wanting to be as far away from him as possible.
“Ayesha, I… fuck!” he started but then realized I was too far gone to listen to any of his arguments.
When we were at his 20 feet tall gates, he grabbed my arm and turned me around just as I was about to walk out.
“I know I fucked this up monumentally but….” he took a heavy pause like he was measuring his words, “I don’t break my promises. And I will do everything I can to stop this marriage from happening.”
“There is nothing you can do”, I replied, meaning every word.
Expecting him to be offended or taken aback, I was caught off guard when the corners of his mouth quirked up into a vicious smirk.
I gasped out loud when he grabbed the back of my head with his other hand whilst maintaining a painful grip on my back, pulling me into him. Before I could know what was even happening, his mouth was on mine and he kissed me so hard and rough, I was forced to whimper against his lips.
He spoke against my trembling mouth, his voice so harsh, it sent chills down my spine,” You see baby, that’s where you’re very fucking wrong. There is nothing in this world that I cannot do for you.”