CHAPTER <b>0096 </b>
Meadow’s POV:
I’d wanted to leave ric flustered but I was the one who ended up feeling hot all over. The only sound in my ears right now was my heavy breathing as I slid my fingers down the fabric of my bra, between my
breasts.
My nails grazed over the skin of my stomach as they made their way to my panties.
‘Touch yourself with your panties on.‘ The perfect punishment. ric wanted me to practically edge myself and not concede to my fingers. How was I going to do this without goingpletely mad?
I could barely take it when he edged me with the vibrator. Then again, my fingers were nothingpared to that.
I knew he was watching me. Maybe his phone was in his hand as West drove him home. Heat pooled between my thighz, soaking up my panties as I remembered what he had said to me just minutes ago.
ric wanted to fuck me while Tyler watched. And I didn’t think that would ever be a fantasy of mine until he voiced it out. I’d been so stunned at first, but then, a shiver ran down my spine.
Tyler. Tied to a chair–or not. Although I’d prefer it if he were. Tyler was pissed that he didn’t get to disvirgin me, he’d said that thest time we spoke. So seeing his boss fuck me would be a direct hit on
his ego.
I could just imagine him swallowing, stewing in silent rage. And maybe. Just maybe, while ric spanked and fucked me over his desk, Tyler would get hard from watching us.
And then ric would punish him for that.
My body shuddered as I trailed my fingers along the waistband of myce panties.
God.
I wanted to slip them underneath. My clit was already swollen and throbbing and rubbing against the fabric. I moved further down, sliding my finger over my clit through the fabric.
“Oh…” I moaned, my back arching involuntarily.
I wondered if ric was hard. If he was adjusting his cks in the back seat of his car. Wondered if he was thinking of all the things he wanted to do to me. The things he was going to do to me when he got home.
I whimpered, wishing he could hear my voice instead of just watching me through the screen.
The front of my panties was soaked, and I pressed my finger down onto my core, shivering when a shock of pleasure shot through me. The urge to shift the panties aside was so strong.
“Fuck…”
I wanted to touch my bare skin, so badly. I wanted to flick my clit until I came. I wanted ric to walk
into my room and find me with my hands down my panties. But then instead of getting upset with me, he would apud me for disobeying him. For being a bad girl.
I wanted to be a bad girl.
I let out a soft breath, ying with the waistband of my panties, but I didn’t push my fingers in. Instead, I moved down again and rubbed my clit through the fabric. Hard.
“Gah!” I gasped, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head. That was…
My clit was extra sensitive now. I trailed my other hand to my breast, rubbing my hard nipple through thecy fabric of the bra while I continued to slowly stroke the front of the panties.
It wasn’t enough, at all. But the thought of what ric was going to do to me when he got here just kept
me going as warmth pooled at the bottom of my stomach.
As I cupped my breasts, I felt something–the receipt that I had kept there earlier for him to see. Now, a
good girl would remove it, shred it into pieces and hide it underneath her pillow before he saw it, but that
wasn’t what I did.
So maybe, I wasn’t a good girl, after all. Maybe I could be a bad girl–even if it was pretend.
Biting on my lower lip, I tugged at the fabric of my panties, ready to slide my fingers underneath. Ready
to break character, just this once, when my phone buzzed by my head.
Letting out a surprised gasp, I grabbed it with shaky fingers and put it on speaker.
“Defy me, Meadow<i>.</i><i>” </i>His deep, raspy voice carried throughout the room. Even when he wasn’t present, his
voice did something to me. “And I’ll double your punishment.”
I whimpered. “But I need it<b>, </b>daddy. I need it so much. You’re punishing me for teasing you but all you’ve
done since you called is to tease me.”
I was whining like a child, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to touch myself without my panties acting as a
barrier.
ric was silent for a moment, and then he hummed. “I know what your next lesson is going to be.” His voice was calm. Way too calm.
“Oh yeah?<b>” </b>I whispered. “What is it?”
I swallowed hard while waiting for him to answer. And then, he spoke. Just one word, but it was loud and
clear.
“Patience.”
But I didn’t just hear his voice through the speaker–No. He sounded close. Too close. With a start, I shot
up in bed and looked toward my room’s entrance.
ric stood at the threshold, one hand in his pocket while the other held his phone. But he didn’t look at me until he cut the call. And then, slowly, his gaze dragged over me. He was a littlezy about it–as if he
had all the time in the world.
And when his eyes finally met mine, they darkened. My breath hitched. Now that he was here, in my
room, I was lost for words.
“You’re going to learn how to be patient, Doe,” he drawled, taking a step further into my room. “But maybe not today, because even I <b>can’t </b>wait to fucking taste <b>you</b>.<b>” </b>
“Wow,” I breathed. “You got here fast.”
He smirked. “<b>Not </b>as fast as I wanted to.”
His hair was disheveled as though he had been running his hand through it all day<b>–</b>or probably when I was driving him out of his mind with the photo I sent, and his sleeves were rolled up, the tattoos making him look even more dangerous. Dangerously hot.
My eyes dropped to his pants, where his hard–on was tenting the front of it. My fingers curled into the
sheets as my thighs rubbed together.
“Fucking hell,” ric cursed under his breath. He walked toward my vanity, dropping his phone onto it,
and then he made his way toward the bed.
My heart was in my throat.
“What should I do to you for distracting me from work, Meadow?” he asked smoothly.
My core clenched in anticipation. “I don’t–Oh!” I yelped as he yanked me to the edge of the bed with his <b>firm</b>, rough grip. “ric…”
<b>I </b>trailed off as he leaned in, gaze darting to my parted lips before it went further down to my breasts.
“This has been driving me fucking insane, Meadow<i>,</i>” he growled softly, reaching out to cup one of my breasts while the other trailed down to my panties. “You look so fucking innocent in this but your drenched panties say otherwise. Was this your goal, baby? To drive me insane?”
“Maybe.”
I whimpered, arching into him as he cupped me over my panties at the same time he squeezed my breasts. A gasp escaped me when he snapped the material against my skin. “I said maybe is never enough, Meadow<i>.</i><i>” </i>
“Yes,” I corrected. “I wanted to drive you <b>crazy</b><b>, </b>daddy.”
ric seemed satisfied with my response. He pushed me gently until I was resting with my back on the bed. And then he climbed on top of me, letting out a hiss as he ran a thick finger along the front of <b>my </b>
panties.
“I’m going to take these off with my teeth.”
And without waiting for a response from me, ric’e head dipped down, one hand cupping my breast while his mouth descended on the other. ric licked the fabric before sucking hard on <b>my </b>nipple.
I gasped, my back arching into his mouth for more. “God… ric…”
A groan rumbled low in his throat, and then all of a sudden, he stopped. Raised his head to look at me.
“What?” I breathed. Fuck, I wanted more.
Wordlessly, his finger on my breast slipped into the corner of my bra, like he was looking for something.
And when he pulled out the paper, my breath stuttered.
And I started to wonder whether I made a very huge mistake as his brows furrowed.
“What is this?” he murmured, quickly unfolding the receipt.
“It’s a–um…” I stuttered, trying to snatch it from him but he didn’t let me. “ric, wait, don’t—”
But it was alreadyte.
I watched ric’s gaze darken as he scanned the note that said ‘No marriage is ever that serious, beautiful,‘ along with the waiter’s number.
All the breath escaped my lungs when his eyes moved from the note to my eyes, narrowing at me. His jaw clenched, and then, in a too–calm voice, he asked:
“What the fuck is this, Meadow?<b>” </b>