“You’re not even sorry, are you?”
“No.”
“You don’t care that I don’t want you?”
“No.”
I do care that she doesn’t want me, but I’m not about to admit that. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her want me.
She looks at me like she’s making up her mind about something, and then gives me the fake smile she reserves for problem guests at the casino. I've seen it on many occasions.
“Fine. You bought me. I guess you can have me.”
She gets off the bench seat beside me and kneels in front of me. I’m so shocked by her move, I don’t try to stop her. When her hands go to my waist, I grab her wrists with both hands. I don’t say anything. I just hold them there, feeling her steady pulse.
After a moment, she looks up at me through her lashes.
She’s kneeling in front of me in the exact position I’ve always envisioned her in. I let the power I feel flow from my hands to her delicate flesh. After a moment, I feel her pulse start to pick up, and I see her pupils slowly dilate. She’s showing me what I always knew was inside of her—a submissive.
Leaning in close, I see her eyes lower to the floor. I let go of one of her wrists, moving it to my other hand. I move my finger under her chin and tilt her head until she makes eye contact with me.
“I’ll have you the way I want you, when I want you. I paid for it and you’ll give it to me.”
She looks to the left, trying to break eye contact and break my control, but I squeeze her chin a little until we lock eyes again.
“Eyes always on me, kitten. Always.”
After a moment she nods her head, but that’s not enough.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Mr. Townsend.”
I’m irritates me that she didn’t call me Charles, or Sir, but I let it go. I won’t force her to say something she doesn’t want to. Titles are earned, but from all my hours with her, I’ve seen the need. She has the outer discipline and strength that makes the perfect inner submissive. She will fight to the end before she admits it, even to herself, but it’s there.
“Now take a seat beside me. Sit with your legs open until we get home.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Her sassy mouth is going to get her in so much trouble, and I am going to love every second of it. I lean forward more, and put my lips to her ear. I can feel the chill run down her spine when I whisper, “Now.”
After a moment of hesitation, she climbs onto the seat beside me. Once she’s there, I can see the hesitation, but it only lasts a moment before she does as I ask. She spreads her legs and shows a little of her pussy. But it’s not enough.
“Wider.”
She looks out the window, away from me, but I see the blush creep up her neck and across her cheeks. I don’t like it when she doesn’t focus on me, especially when I just asked her to do something. I want all of her attention. Every second of it.
“Eyes on me.”
Slowly, she turns her face and meets my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed red, and I can see her pulse beating at her throat. She’s turned on and she hates it. I don’t repeat myself, and we sit, eyes locked, as I wait for her to spread her legs. She searches my eyes for something, and after a moment she finally does as I ask and spreads her legs further apart. I look down, seeing her pussy fully now, and the sight makes me lick my lips.
“Good girl.” When I look up, she shoots me daggers, but she doesn’t say a word. I raise an eyebrow, challenging her, but she stays silent, deciding to choose her battles. I’m sure she has a list of things in her head she wants to call me, but I’d much rather her use that mouth for other things.
I look her up and down and see that her robe has spread open, revealing some of her perfect body to me. The robe is tied at the waist, so her breasts aren’t showing, but her nipples are hard and poking through. Her longs legs are spread, and I can see the tiny thong exposing her pussy lips on either side. The white material covers her clit, and I can see the tiny swatch of fabric is damp from her excitement. She may not want to admit it, but she’s turned on from this.
Reaching down between my legs, I rub my cock slowly while I look at her pussy. I’m teasing myself, but I don’t care. I need to do this. As I continue to rub myself, I see her hips move a little, and I look up to see her lick her lips. It’s a small unintentional thing, and I’m sure she’s not conscious of it, but it takes everything in me not to attack her right here, right now. I want to savor our first time together, and I want this to go according to plan.
Since I found out she was going to be in the auction, I made sure to arrange everything to be perfect. I don’t want all those plans to go to waste because I can’t control myself. I’ve been obsessing over her for so long, and I’m almost there. Just a little longer.
We pull up outside the Snake Eyes casino. I get out of the limo first and offer my hand to Mandy, helping her step out. She still has the bag that Samantha gave her, and I grab it for her. She’s still only in her robe and heels. She’s covered, but I don’t like how exposed she is. I walk with her as before, holding her hand behind my back, letting her follow behind me, shielding her from view. I move us quickly through the casino, not wanting to risk anyone seeing her dressed like this. I pull her to the private elevator that leads to the floor she stayed on during her tenure with me, but this time instead of going to her room, I’ll take her to mine.