Defying The CEO

Thirty Seven

This chapter is very NSFW. Proceed with caution.

Aiden's point of view...

Fuck, you couldn't help yourself could you?

I already knew that she'd do it. Impatient brat.

I was pushing her. I wanted to see when she'd finally snap and it just proved to me everything I wanted to know.

She wanted me to act on my promise.

She wanted the consequences.

She wanted to be punished.

A slight smirk grazed my lips and it only grew when I saw her face fall.

She wanted me to get pissed.

She wanted me to put her in her place.

But if I did that then I'd be doing what she's telling me to do.

And I had no intention of doing that.

Her legs slightly close. Clearly she hadn't thought this through and, even though her hand disappeared behind the fabric of her underwear, she wasn't touching herself.

God, she has another thing coming if she think she's gonna get punished that easily.

Here's the thing about brats, specially masochists, which she seemed to be by her desire to be bent over my knee. They like pain, so how can pain be a punishment?

She clears her throat, clearly realizing that she wasn't getting the reaction she expected. I could see the brat in her eyes hesitate at my lack of action, but she quickly straightened up and spoke.

"So, you were just saying empty threats? Here I am, my hand down my pants, and you're just sitting there? What? Don't think you can take me?" She spoke.

There she is.

The brat.

She was so fucking cocky, her eyes challenging me.

"Your hand might be down your pants but I don't see it moving. That's not considered touching yourself. Sure, I like power but I am fair, for the most part at least. I said you couldn't touch yourself, but your really not, so there's no reason for me to react now is there?" I ask back calmly.

I had to fight back a smile.

I knew this was driving her crazy.

Her eyes squinted slightly. She was trying to read me, she wanted to know what I was planning. But that analysis was short lived as I titled my head slightly and looked at her expectingly but she remained unmoved.

She was confused, her arrogance and ego breaking. She was losing control.   

I clear my throat, setting my arms on my knees and leaning in closer to her.

Now it was my turn to talk.

"You seem to be talking a lot of shit, so let's see you act on it. Come on, touch yourself. I'm daring you." I said.

I know that last sentence would make her snap and this time I couldn't hold in my smile.

Her eyes, still squinted, seemed to light up again. She remained quiet but I could tell that she was thinking about it by the way her leg twitched.

She wanted to, but she was trying to talk herself out of it.

I was telling her to touch herself, and if she did then that means that she's listening to me.

Her breath hitched and slowly I saw her fingers moving in a circular motion.

Fuck was this a sight to see.