He watched her like a hawk watches a mouse, predatory and ready to eat her up. Cole pretended that she did not know that he watched her, but she could feel it. The way his eyes traveled down her body hungrily, the goosebumps rose on her skin just thinking about the things he could do to her.
For the whole night, they had pretended to not know one another. It felt like the party was dragging on and on while she waited for him to give her the signal. They couldn't come out that they were together. Not yet. Too many barriers were keeping them from being public from the people they knew to their jobs. Cole didn't mind it though because what happened when they were alone... just thinking about it made her pussy tighten and her thong dampen.
Holding a glass of champagne, she played with the collar he had given her to signal Cole as his. On the front of the pendant was a golden rose with delicate leaves; on the back held his initials with his promise he said to her every night, 'You Are Mine.' Her friend was droning on about some guy hitting on her at work and Cole had already zoned out about fifteen seconds into the conversation. All she could think about was him; his body, his smell, the way he felt inside of her.
As she was talking with Kasey, she glanced up to her left. There he sat in a black suit and tie staring at her while slowly beginning his prowl. Her panties dampened and her heart rate increased as she glanced away from his dark green eyes. She tried to concentrate on what was being said so she didn't seem so flustered by him, but the moment he got close enough her attention was fully locked on him.
When he asked Cole to move so he could access the bar behind her, she mumbled her apology before quickly sidestepping for him. The waves of dominance flowed off of him as he passed and she swore she could feel the imprint of his hand on her breast as if he had touched her. Cole didn't have to turn around to know that he was watching her again. The way he constantly stalked her, made her want to flee from that predatory gaze, but if she did he would just chase her down. Although that was a fun idea to Cole as well.
Without a word, he walked behind her once again while still keeping up the illusion that they didn't know each other. What nobody saw was the way he ran his fingers lightly across her back. With all her willpower she held still, trying not to react even as her nipples peaked. She glanced as he said goodbye to his friend and with a last nod in her direction she knew it was time.
Once he had sauntered outside to leave for his home, she turned to Kasey and said a quick goodbye. It hadn't been the most polite way to leave, but with the champagne making her head swim and the remembrance of his fingers grazing her back, she needed him.
Climbing behind the wheel of her Lincoln, she started up the engine and held her hands firmly on the wheel. Her mind was filled with images of his hands on her body stroking the desire between both of them. She squirmed in her seat, keeping her hands glued to the wheel so she would not touch herself. Although if she did, she knew that she would find a welcoming wetness, all because of him. She thanked God that it was a short drive to his house as she could already see his brick house.
Pulling into his driveway, the house was completely dark, which wasn't out of the ordinary. A predator always preferred the stealth of night to do their hunting. She quickly exited her car, adjusting her skirt and taking a moment to steady her pounding heart. The only sound that could be heard was her heels clicking on the cement; somehow it gave her courage she needed. Approaching the door she didn't hesitate to pull the door open and walk in.
As soon as she clicked the door behind her, she felt his presence behind her approaching too quickly for Cole to respond. Fear, anticipation, and the desire to run merged into one as she was shoved up against the door. Her pursed dropped to the ground as his hand came around her throat. Instinctively her hands gripped his forearm, not to stop him but to steady herself.
Her brain shut down as he pressed up against her, his hard cock grinding up right against her stomach. A small whine came out of her mouth, her hips rocked up against him, looking for something to relieve the ache in her pussy. He gripped her hair roughly in her brown curls, his other hand still firmly around her neck. His hand tightened around her throat so agonizingly slow, each breath she took began to decrease until she was gasping for air. His mouth found a pathway to her ear, letting out a growl that sent a fresh wave of desire shooting through her.
When she was beginning to get light headed he loosened his grip, allowing her to breathe once more. Without a word, he tugged her hair forcing her to walk towards the bedroom. He tossed her into the room, where she stumbled to the bed landing on her back. He clicked the bedroom door shut and stood there. Cole couldn't see anything in the room as his curtains had blocked out all moonlight.
"Kneel." He finally demanded. The curtain rings were heard on the rail as he tugged them open allowing the soft glow of the moon to give her light. As her eyes adjusted, she gazed up at the harsh, predatory gaze on his face. She thought about fighting, about disobeying, the need to run and be chased suddenly washed over her.
When she hesitated to kneel he stepped forward, his hand wrapping in her hair once again, pulling her face up within centimeters of his. Those dark green eyes held her steady, even as she tried to look away. His free hand came up, grasping her chin, forcing her brown eyes on him.
"Did I stutter?" He questioned seriously.
"No," she whispered out. Gulping in air Cole prayed that it would cool her overheated body fast before she exploded.
His hand flew from her chin to her throat. "No what, Slut?"
"No Sir." He let her go and she dropped to her knees, her head bowing in submission. Cole's legs spread open as she rested her hands on her thighs waiting for the next command. His rules had been simple, if he had to repeat a command there would be a punishment. It had only happened once, and she sure as hell didn't want it to happen again.
She could hear him walking around her, watching her, like a predator watching his prey. She wanted to move, to feel him inside her and ease the ache that started from her breasts and traveled all the way to her pussy. Cole craved his rough hands on her body, bending her to his will, no matter what that was.
