Chapter 27 Stupid bond
ZORA
I ate the dinner painfully slow. Maybe if I took a lot of time, he'd sleep off and forget about me, but I doubt that was possible.
My hands combed through my hair in frustration. There's no getting out of this. Why does the day keep getting worse. All I want to do is sleep!
I stood, scooting the chair backward, better to get this over with.
I entered his room and found him standing by the window, a soft purr coming from him.
My eyes widened in surprise, he's not doing what I think he was doing, right?
"I'm here," I announced, my cheeks tinging red with embarrassment at what I caught him doing.
He turned around.
I closed my eyes in reflex, "What are you doing?"
The purr came again, "Is this supposed to be some sort of parlor trick?"
I snapped my eyes open to glare at him and found him stroking a cat.
That same cat.
It purred again, causing my brows to crease again.
How the fvck did I think of that as a moan?
I glanced at him, "What orders did I go against?"
He dropped the cat, letting it run out through the window, and sat on his bed, staring at him.
My skin prickled under his gaze, and I shifted on my feet.
"Fine, what's my punishment going to be?" I asked when it seemed like he wasn't going to answer.
"Simple," he answered with a low voice, "Strip."
I gaped at him, "Strip?"
"Strip." He repeated in a firm voice, "And touch yourself."
"What?! Are you crazy?!"
He raised an eyebrow wordlessly, narrowing his eyes.
I swallowed back every bit of argument building in my throat and nodded.
Strip and touch myself? I should be done in five minutes.
My fingers lingered at the hem of my top, I've never done this when I have an audience. The only time I removed my clothes was in the bathroom.
I felt heat waves course through my body, my nipples suddenly going hard and perky.
I blew out a breath and removed my top.
"Give me a performance, meiga." He ordered in a sulky voice, "If I wanted to see you remove your clothes, I'd wait in your bathroom instead."
I gulped down in anger, fucking connard!!
I fixed him an angry stare, ignoring the excitement coming from my bond.
If he wants a performance, then I'll give him a fucking performance.
I was left in my bra and bottom clothes.
My bare stomach clenched under his stare, warm sensation pooling in my stomach.
I brought my hands down to my trousers, freeing the button.
His eyes followed my hand movement, he was watching me lazily, waiting, as if expecting me to make a fool of myself.
I scoffed inwardly, Courtney had taught me a lot of sensual moves to surprise Lucas on our wedding night. The night that didn't come because of this annoying human seated few feet away from me.
A frown etched on his face, and a small smile played on his lips slowly.
Seeing that smile riles me up, and I so desperately want to wipe it off his face.
My fingers disappeared into the band of my trousers and let it fall to my ankles.
I kicked off my shoes and used my feet to subtly remove the trousers completely.
Now, all that's left is my bra and my panties.
There was no music to help with silence thick enough to make my pulse race.
I sucked in a breath and met his gaze boldly, still angry.
"You want a performance, right?"
He didn't answer. His jaw ticked instead.
That was enough. It'd have been weird if he replied anyway.
A small snap of my bra un-clasping reverberated in the silence.
I peeled it off my body like a second skin and let it hit the floor next.
My breasts gave a little bounce, happy to be free from their bondage.
My nipples hardened under this stare, sensitive to the caress of the gentle breeze coming from the opened window.
His gaze lingered on my chest, specifically on my breasts as desire slowly filled his eyes.
My stomach fluttered with shame, embarrassment, and thrill.
My bond felt content and satisfied, happy that we were standing bare in front of him.
I took another deep breath to calm my nerves for the next strip.
My thighs parted instinctively as I pulled down my panties and stepped out of them.
Now I was completely naked.
My heart was beating so fast and loud in my chest as I watched him watch me.
I felt exposed and laid bare before him. Like I was a dish served on a platter.
"This view is even better than eight years ago." He murmured.
My breath hitched in my throat.
He remembered.
He remembered our very first night together!
I squirmed on my feet, shy and not sure how to continue.
The scars on my body are mostly gone and barely visible except for the ones on my back.
They were thick and branded on my back. At times, they still hurt when I think about them.
I can't let him see the scars.
My back is the part of my body that I feel most insecure about.
I don't think putting on a show has to do with me turning my back to him, right?
That gave me the confidence I needed.
I stepped back, leaned against the wall, and slowly let my hand trail between my legs.
Although his breath hitched, I could see an amused smile on his lips.
My core pooled with anticipation.
I opened my legs further and let my hands play in the inside of my thighs, feeling the heat radiating from my core.
My folds were slick and aching with anticipation.
I half expected him to come, touch me how he saw fit. My bond would very much appreciate that.
He didn’t move.
The bulge in his pants, however, was quite noticeable.
My bond was excited.
I arched my back as I pushed a finger in into my heat.
A soft moan escaped my lips.
He didn't take his eyes off me, and that stupid smile was still there!
I busied my other hand.
I trailed it up my stomach and cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples.
Another moan escaped from my lips as my entire body rocked with desire.
My body trembled slightly.
I didn't break the eye contact with him.
I added another finger in and continued thrusting.
Even though I felt embarrassed, exposed, used, I didn't want to stop, I wanted to do it for him, to make him happy and satisfy him.
I opened my legs further and squatted, allowing him a view of what he was missing out on.
I wanted him to appreciate me, to praise me, to tell me I am doing a good job.
"Stop!" He ordered in a strangled groan. "Leave."
I was flustered. Was I doing something wrong? Why does my Alpha seem angry? If he wants, I can do better than this. He just needs to say the word.
"Leave." He said in a firmer voice, disgust behind his eyes.
I blinked in surprise.
It felt like someone splashed a full bucket of ice water on me. My cheeks were instantly tinted red with embarrassment, shame, and anger.
Stupid. Fucking. Bond.