Megan’s point of view.
Watching this handsome hunk drag Stella away is giving me goosebumps, the butterflies in my stomach were somersaulting in excitement because this is typically ‘the possessive boyfriend’ scene, and I Megan Alessandro, love these kinds of scenes the most.
“Who the hell was that bastard? How dare he punch me because of a fucking whore?”
I heard someone curse beside me, which not only interrupted my fan-girl moment, but furthermore deeply offended me.
I let my anger get the best of me, and before I could process what my hand were attempting to do, it’s already landed on the idiot’s face.
“What the hell?! You slapped me!” he growled.
“My friend’s name isn’t a whore, her name is STELLA!” I yelled Ella’s name in his face, then flipped my hair and made sure their tips hit his face.
“You…”
“I?” I asked with my hands on my waist and my head held up challengingly.
He narrowed his eyes and glowered spitefully at me, as though he’s gonna pounce on me any minute, infact, I know he’s already murdered me in his mind -but I care less.
I scoffed, flipped my hair once again before cat-walking back to our table. I sat on another chair where I could get a better view of his perplexed expression, then did the ‘my eyes are on you’ gesture at him and he couldn’t do anything other than glaring at me, before storming out in great annoyance.
“What a nuisance” I hissed to myself and reached for my bottle of water.
A groan sounded from a chair on my left side, which reminded me of me of the fool who’s brought that mindless friend of his here and I scoffed. I shifted my gaze towards him and threw him a nasty look, he’s very drunk and passed out on the chair, I’m sure he’s totally unaware of what’s going on around him.
“Birds of a feather!” I hissed again.
There must be a solid reason for his early release, no, his breakout… my guts kept telling me he broke out of jail.
“Babe, that was scalding!” a familiar voice spoke.
Shivers rush down my spine and I stilled on my seat as I immediately know who it was, I’ve only converse with him once but his voice’s already imprinted on my head. My lower lip subconsciously folded into my mouth and stayed between my teeth as a question kept repeating on my mind -what is he doing here?
“I love how feisty you dealt with that bastard”
Is that supposed to be a compliment? Or it’s a reminder of my atrocity?
I quickly turned my face away, then made an attempt to sneak out of here but he was very fast in grabbing my arm and pulled me back.
“Are you tryna run away from your boss again, little one?”
I closed my eyes and inhaled lightly, then faced him with a nervous smirk playing on my lips -I guess there is no escaping for me.
“Hi” I waved him nervously with my free hand. “What a coincidence” I chuckled. “I never imagined I’ll bump into you here, sir”
His eyebrow furrowed.
“Sir?” he asked.
I nodded quickly. “Yes, sir”
He bobbed his head with an unrecognizable smirk playing on his lips.
“I guess we’ve got a lot of things to discuss tonight”
“Huh?”
“Yeah”
What do we have to discuss?
••••••••••••••••••
Stella’s point of view.
“What is the problem with you? Huh? You think this body is yours alone now? You think you still total right to this body?” Mr huge dick asked and spanked my ass real hard, making a soft moan escape my lips.
I’m currently laying on my stomach on the couch, with my ass facing him and he’s being spanking me since we came in -that should be five minutes ago or maybe less than that.
“What made you think you can still mess around with this body as freely as you were doing before?” he spanked my ass again, this time harder than the first few times and another moan escape my lips.
My body system works so weirdly, he’s being spanking me and every normal person would be feel so much pain in their butts, but I’m not, I’m feeling so horny instead and I could feel my pussy dripping already… why? Could it be because he promised to fuck me senseless until my legs becomes useless?
“Fuck! She ain’t even saying any bloody thing!” he hissed in a pissed off tone.
He stopped spanking me, he grabbed my hair and yanked it back, making me raise my head slightly, before squatting to my level and looked me straight in the eyeballs.
“Why aren’t you saying a fucking word? You think I’m being unfair to you? Or am I crossing the line here? I have no right to question you?” he asked.
I shook my head in disagreement. I don’t understand why, but I couldn’t say a word as I’m looking into his eyes.
All I could do was simply stare speechlessly at him and that has never happen to me before.
“Are you gonna fucking say something?” he slapped my left cheek lightly, but it still hurt a ounce. “Why did you come to a nightclub? For sex? Didn’t we just had sex this morning? You couldn’t wait until tomorrow’s class that’s why you’re here to get another round from random club boys?”
Excuse me! Is he indirectly calling me a slût? -I mentally screamed.
“Damn! She’s still fucking quiet!” he growled frustratingly while pulling on his hair.
“Touch me” was all that left my mouth.
His eyes narrowed at my words and even his mouth was slightly apart, as though he was shocked at my response.
“Touch me, please, Mr huge dick” I begged him with desperation dripping off each word.
As he said, we both just had sex this morning but my pussy was already missing his dick.
“Please, touch me” I begged again.
And without saying another word, he grabbed my blouse and tore it recklessly, arousing the excitement I was feeling even more, before crashing his lips on mine and began kissing me aggressively.
Fuck, it’s going to be one hell of a hot and long night for us, and I can’t wait.