Chapter 24 Discretion Is Advised
“Is everything ok?”, Ayesha asked me when I finally came back inside.
“You seemed really angry when you left”, her tone suggested an unasked question, eliciting a slight smile from me.
“I was just… never mind. Eat your food”, I told her, curious to see if she would flat-out ask me or continue playing coy.
She chewed on her lip, unaware of my lewd gaze resting on her as the fork of food stayed on my plate…. eating being the last thing on my mind…. unless she would be my meal.
I shook my head… I had to get some semblance of fucking control over myself. 3 weeks…. I just had to wait three weeks.
But there was something definitive I had for assurance now that somewhat calmed my inner beast…. just the fucking thought that she was going to be mine… truly mine… forever… gave me such deep sadistic satisfaction. I was going to own that beautiful brain of hers and that petite fucking body which just the sight of was enough to make me rock hard…. the fact that I was going to have all of her… all to myself… made my fucking head spin like I’d had 20 shots of tequila.
I almost scoffed at myself… how had I ever thought that I could let THIS girl go! The only girl I’d ever even wanted…. I truly overestimated my goodness sometimes.
“You’re still not eating”, I observed, making her snap out of her thoughts.
“Neither are you”, she bit back, her voice somewhat frustrated. She obviously wanted to ask me a dozen questions but was far too concerned about letting on that she cared about my engagement… that it bothered her. What I wouldn’t give to hear those words from those luscious lips of hers,’ Daniel, I don’t want you to marry Natasha. I want you to marry me.’
“I want to eat what I cannot have…. at the moment”, I cryptically replied, taking a sip of the wine.
“What?!”, she was confused and did not catch on to what I wanted to say at all. “Can’t you just ask your chef to cook you whatever you want to eat?”
Good Lord! This girl did not know how to take a sign.
I bent low, turning in my seat sideways, whispering in her ear, my voice that of desperation I had no desire to hide,” I want to eat that sweet fucking pussy of yours. As far as I’m concerned only you can give me that.”
She turned a bright red, squirming in her seat as she refused to look at me.
“Don’t ignore me Ayesha”, I warned her. She paid no heed to my warning, edging me on to frustration that would not bode well for her.
I moved my hand under the table whilst cradling the glass of wine with the other.
She gasped when my cold hand made contact with the warm skin of her thigh.
“I warned you”, I growled at her, knowing I shouldn’t be doing this… we were at a political party for fuck’s sake.
I slid my hand up and underneath her dress. Looking straight ahead, I could hear her inhale a sharp breath when my fingers made contact with the fabric of her thong, I wasted no time as I pulled the flimsy material to the side, my two fingers diving right into her. I almost groaned from satisfaction when I felt her slick wetness soaking my fingers.
I looked at her… her face was flushed, her breathing rapid as she tried to ignore the fact that I was finger-fucking her.
It irked me that she hadn’t broken character yet.
I increased the intensity, adding another finger. A grin took over my face when she finally started struggling to maintain a straight face, chugging down on water to keep her moans from escaping.
I could see goosebumps rising on her lovely pale skin as she grew hyper-aware of everyone’s presence.
“You know, if everyone stopped talking for just a second…. they could almost hear the slick sounds of your arousal”, I maliciously told her, slapping her legs apart when she tried to close them by pressing her legs together.
“Daniel, please”, she begged, finally breaking, almost failing to remain quiet.
“Ayesha… that word ‘please’ from your mouth does things to me”, I hushed, biting into my inner cheek, holding back a groan of my own.
“Daniel, I can’t”, she whispered back to me, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth to keep herself quiet.
“It’s okay, baby, I know. You just need to say these words and I’ll stop”, I spoke low in her ear, rubbing her clit with my thumb to further make her spin out of control. I could feel her nearing her climax as he grew more desperate for me to stop or she wouldn’t be able to stay quiet once her orgasm hit her with full force.
“What words?”, she quickly asked.
“That my engagement to Natasha bothers you… that you don’t want me to marry her”, I answered, not giving her a break from my fingers penetrating her slick pussy.
She gripped the fork in her hand like her life depended on it as she tried to stop fidgeting from my touch whilst trying to absorb what I’d just said.
“I am not saying that because it isn’t true”, she vehemently replied, still not giving up.
I finger-fucked her harder, losing any semblance of concern for her embarrassment.
I gritted my teeth,” Don’t fucking lie to me, Ayesha.”
I gave her a hard look, pressing my fingers into her pussy so hard that I couldn’t push further and continued to thrust into her as her walls contracted, pulling me in further.
She could come any second now and she knew it.
“Fuck! Fine. It bothers me that you’re marrying Natasha.”
I fingered her harder, raising a brow at her incomplete response. Being a smartass was not a good move for her here.
“Ugh! Fine… I don’t want you to marry her”, she gasped out when my fingers pulled out of her, the sudden feeling of fullness now gone.
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”, I mocked her, bringing up my hand and discreetly sucking her juices off my fingers as she glared daggers at me, quickly looking away when she realized what I was doing.
As I noticed her rub her legs together…. I realized that I had brought her right to the edge of climax twice now… and she was probably aching right now.
My Ayesha didn’t deserve this kind of torture. I shook my head at myself, feeling apologetic for this absurd little thing…. but not for deciding that she would be mine without even asking her for permission or her even realizing it.
Well, never mind.
I would have to give her an orgasm sooner rather than later.