Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

J enna

With a nervous giggle, I left the kitchen and climbed the stairs to the second floor. I stood in the hallway for a long moment, all while looking at the doors of each of the rooms he'd listed for me to wait in.

Sure, I could go into the guest room and be left alone, but did I really want that? The same went for Bella's room, but at least I'd be surrounded by her things, and I could potentially steal another pair of her underwear to cover myself under this dress, but that didn't feel right either.

Or… I could go to his bedroom.

To the large, luxurious bedroom where the king-sized bed dominated the center of the room. The very same bed he said he was going to tie me to, with my arms bound so I couldn't fight him off as he licked my pussy until I screamed.

I chewed on the inside of my lip, replaying his words in my head for what felt like the thousandth time.

"You're really going to scream for me. You might even sob for me. I'm going to break you with my tongue."

His words echoed in my head and fear brewed in the pit of my belly. I didn't know if I understood what it meant to be broken and I wasn't certain that I was curious enough to want to find out.

But the more I thought about it, the more I wavered between going to his room or Bella's room. I was able to eliminate the guest room from the mix fairly easily, but it was deciding between the other two that had my stomach tied up in knots.

My hand hovered over the doorknob to Bella's room.

I knew that if I walked in there, my curiosity would eat away at me. It would be so easy to just take a pair of her panties and put them on and sit there, but then I wouldn't get to find out what his tongue felt like on my clit.

I'd never had a man eat me out before.

The idea of Vincenzo being my first seemed shameful and incredibly taboo, but undoubtedly arousing. He'd be so close. He'd be able to see every inch of my pussy, from my clit all the way to my asshole. I wouldn't be able to hide a thing.

Not from him.

It would be the ultimate act of vulnerability and I wasn't sure I could handle that.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

I took a step back from his door, and my hand fell to my side. I looked from his bedroom to Bella's and chose my best friend's room.

Distractedly, I busied myself around her room, tidying up and rifling through her closet a few times before I ended up in the bathroom and took a shower. As the warm water cascaded down my back, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to break you."

His words were on repeat in my head, and I couldn't make them stop. My pussy pulsed in tune with each syllable, and I pressed my hand against the wall, trying to get a hold of myself.

It didn't work. Not even a little bit.

I tried to shampoo my hair, but my scalp prickled as I remembered what his hand had felt like gripping it. When I washed my body, I felt his fingers brushing all over me. Finally, I conditioned my hair and rinsed off. As the warm water pelted my sensitive skin, I chewed on my lower lip.

What should I do?

Go to his room and wait for him to tie me to his bed?

No, that was crazy.

I turned the shower off and stepped out, drying myself and wrapping a fluffy white towel around my torso. I walked out of the bathroom and slipped into Bella's closet, choosing a pale blue sundress that went all the way to my knees. I decided against panties, thinking maybe if I was obedient and kept my pussy bare just as he had instructed, that maybe he would have mercy on me.

You know he won't.

Using the towel, I wrung out my hair and used her brush to rid myself of any tangles.

Finally, I stood there, having run out of things to do.

Sure, I could watch a movie on Bella's television, but that wouldn't keep my mind from imagining Vincenzo's tongue between my thighs.

Goddammit.

What is wrong with you, you filthy little slut? You just had two orgasms on his fingers this morning, for Christ's sake!

Maybe I should go to his room after all…

With a deep breath, I walked over to the bedroom door and pulled it open, peering out.

I could hear him. He was in his office downstairs, talking with someone on the phone, but the sound was muffled, so I guessed the door was shut.

I walked into his room. As soon as I saw the bed, I stopped in my tracks.

I can't do this.

Then I turned around and marched right back out.

Yes, bitch, you can. Do it.

I didn't want to, did I?

You do.

Maybe I don't.

I shook my head, trying to silence the warring voices battling inside my mind. But then, my body moved of its own accord, going back in and taking a step forward toward the bed.

And then another.

And another.

Until I was right beside it.

I sat down, bouncing a little on the edge. It felt right to be here, but somehow wrong at the same time. Whimpering softly, I pressed my bare feet into the plush dark gray carpet.

He wants to tie you up. He wants to taste you. And then he wants to break you.

I shivered, goosebumps breaking out across my flesh. Hesitantly, I grazed my fingers up my thighs, edging the hem of my dress up a bit further. A wave of nerves shot through me, and I quickly pulled the fabric back down and stood up, moving toward the door again.

I sprinted into the guest room and sat down on the queen-sized bed.

Fucking chicken.

My fingers twitched, itching to explore my body, to give myself relief from the need surging through my body. Slowly, I lifted the hem of my dress and brushed my fingers against my inner thighs.

With a heavy sigh, I flopped backwards onto the bed, spreading my legs open wide. I trailed a finger along my slit, and then dipped it inside myself.

I moaned softly, closing my eyes and imagining that it was his thick digit working its way in and out of me. I drew my fingers back and swirled them around my clit.

But it wasn't enough.

You know what you need to do. You're just kidding yourself.

Fuck.

I groaned, pulling the hem of my dress down and standing up. My legs were shaking and a sheen of sweat broke out across my brow. I was nervous, and I tentatively took a step toward his bedroom.

Then I heard the staircase creak, so I did what I needed to do.

I sprinted into his bedroom and jumped on his bed. By the time he reached the threshold, my heart was practically pounding so hard that I thought it might burst right out of my chest.

"I had hoped I'd find you waiting for me here, baby girl."