Consequences

SCARLETT

That night, while I cleaned myself up, I couldn't help but imagine being pressed under Simon. My hand traced in between my thighs, plunging my finger into my warm hole.

Thoughts about the garden, how Simon brushed my lips, how he would have taken me possessively filled my head making me increase my pace. I pressed my hands against my lips to suppress my moans. I went faster until I could feel my insides collapsing.

By morning, I could feel the ache between my legs, whatever it was I strongly desired to feel Simon in me. This was becoming a serious problem because whatever existed between us wasn't just harmless tension anymore, it was escalating and I was beginning to lose control of myself around him.

***

The mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon. Mum had gone shopping in the city with friends, leaving me alone again in the enormous estate. Soft jazz echoed faintly through the house speakers.

I sat curled on the couch in the library pretending to read. I'd reread the same paragraph at least six times.

My thoughts kept drifting back to Simon, to his voice. To the way he said good girl with his eyes even when the words never left his mouth. God. I slammed the book shut in frustration.

“This is ridiculous.”

“You usually talk to yourself this much?”

I jumped violently, Simon stood in the library doorway. He looked devastating today, black button down shirt rolled to his forearms, dark slacks sitting low against narrow hips, expensive watch gleaming beneath the warm lighting.

I cleared her throat awkwardly.

“You're home early.”

“My meeting was cancelled.”

His gaze flicked toward the book in my lap.

“You haven't turned a page in twenty minutes.”

“You were watching me?”

“Yes.”

The honesty caught me off guard again. Simon walked deeper into the library slowly, and I became hyperaware of the storm outside, silence inside, and the fact that they were completely alone, again.

Simon stopped beside the couch.

“What are you reading?” He asked.

I looked down at the cover quickly just to avoid his eyes. “Some romance novel.”

One corner of his mouth tilted faintly.

“Any good?”

I swallowed hard. “Depends.”

“On?”

I looked up reluctantly. “Whether you like toxic men, I guess.”

Then Simon said quietly, “And do you?”

I squeezed my hand softly, every conversation with him felt loaded now.

“I think everyone likes things they probably shouldn't,” I said carefully.

Simon's eyes darkened immediately. “True.”

I looked away first. “You're impossible to talk to.”

“Why?”

“Because you make everything sound dirty.”

A soft laugh escaped him.

“Maybe your mind is simply dirty, Scarlett.”

I stood abruptly from the couch before my body embarrassed me further.

“I'm getting coffee.”

Simon stepped aside to let me pass but as I moved beside him, his fingers brushed lightly against her lower back. The touch lasted barely a second, but still enough to make I inhaled sharply.

I hurried from the library before he could see how badly my hands were shaking.

I grilled the marble counter tightly while trying to calm my breathing. I was acting like some hormonal teenager with a crush. Simon walked into the kitchen, right where I was but I didn't turn around.

“You followed me.”

“I live here.”

I rolled my eyes slightly. “You know what I mean.”

“You’ve been avoiding saying it again.”

My throat felt dry. “That was an accident.”

“No.” Simon stepped closer. “It wasn't.”

I tried to laugh nervously. “You're really hung up on one word.”

“It's not the word.” His gaze dropped slowly to my mouth. “It's who said it.”

Simon moved closer now, close enough that I could cut off my self control immediately.

“You should stay away from me,” I whispered shakily.

“Yes.”

My chest rose unevenly. “Then why aren't you?”

“Because every time I try,” he said softly, “you look at me like that.”

“How?”

“Like you want me to stop being good.”

I knew that some reckless broken part of me wanted exactly that.

Simon lifted one hand slowly and brushed it against my throat.

My thigh pressed together instinctively.

His thumb slid lightly along the side of my neck before tilting my chin upward.

I gasped softly, as his fingers rubbed against my chin and my lips.

“You keep looking at me like you want something,” he said quietly. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

I looked up at him helplessly then suddenly Simon backed me against the counter and I gasped softly, it wasn't rough but possessive.

Simon braced one hand beside my hip while staring down at me like he was struggling not to ruin everything.

“You want consequences?” He asked roughly and I nodded my head in approval.

His hand gripped my thigh and a moan escaped from my lips. Simon slowly slid his hand higher and traced them down into my shorts.

“Look at you,” he murmured darkly. “Getting wet from attention.”

Humiliation and desire crashed violently inside me, my nails dug into the counter. Simon lowered his forehead to meet mine while his fingers worked his way through my wetness.

“I want you to look at me,” he said.

I stared into my eyes as his fingers circled around my clit, which was already swollen from unwanted attention. I moaned and pressed my thighs together. Simon continued in that rhythm, going further, he plunges two of his fingers hard into me and my head rolls backward as pleasure crashes through me.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, still looking at me.

“No…daddy.”

As soon as I said that, his eyes darkened again. His fingers kept going in and out of me while I kept on moaning helplessly. I could feel pressure build up inside me.

“I'm going to cum,” I whispered needingly.

“No…not yet cupcake.”

He went down on his knees and spread my thighs wider, wrapping my legs around his neck. The cool feel of his tongue against my wetness made me even wetter. His tongue circled against the bud of my clit, finding my g-spot…I moaned in estacy as he ate my pussy out with so much focus.

“You like that, baby?” He asked plunging his tongue into my hole while his thumb circled around my clit.

“Ahh!!...yes!!! I'm going to cum!!” I yelled bitting my lips to suppress my moans. He went faster until I felt warm liquid splash through my hole followed by a creamy liquid. I squealed in pleasure as I released completely and he licked everything up, cleaning my insides.

“You're quite the squirter, but also a creamer, I don't know which I like more.” Simon said while cleaning his hands.

I immediately felt embarrassed, I was completely vulnerable in front of him and I enjoyed it.

“This was a mistake and it shouldn't happen again.”

“Oh cupcake, you don't know, do you?” He asked. “There's no going back from this.”