A stoic glare he yanks you onto his lap, his hand grazing your underwear as he disregards you I se
I kick my foot up onto his lap
He smirks and grabs your ankle, holding it on his lap, he grips it firmly, his fingers digging into your skin, as he looks at you
“And what’s this?”
i sit back down next to you
he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back against him, his hand gently tracing small circles on your hip
I don’t move or react to his touch
He grips your thigh firmly, his hand moving under your skirt, rubbing against your thigh as he continues to speak with the guests, acting as if you’re not even on his lap
I stand up abruptly we need to talk!
he raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrow in annoyance as he watches you stand up
"And what makes you think I want to talk, tesoro?"
I push his hand away what do you think you’re doing?
He grips your wrist tightly, holding you in place
I’m making sure you stay in your place.
He says in a cold, stern voice, looking at you with a steely glare
I stay still on his lap trying not to move
he glances down at you and sees you trying not to move, his lips curl into a smirk as he grips your thigh, his hand slowly trailing up your thigh
I wince slightly from his hand but hide it well
He feels your wince but he ignores it, his eyes narrowed on you as he holds you in place, his hand still under your dress, fingers tracing over your skin.
I continue eating my cake as if nothing happened
His hand moves further up, his fingers lightly brushing your thigh, as he holds you firmly in his lap, his gaze fixed on you as he continues speaking with guests
I look away from him and try to ignore what just happened
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. He keeps his hand under your dress, his fingers brushing against your skin
I stay quiet trying to get off your lap without drawing attention to myself
he notices your struggle and grips you tighter, making it impossible for you to get off, his hand moving further down your thigh
He looks down at you holding his hand, his expression is cold and dark. But he doesn’t fight you, letting you hold his hand, but he doesn’t return the gesture
He grips you tighter, his breath hot against your neck as he continues talking to guests. His hand slowly moves up under your dress, his fingers tracing over your thigh
I look at you what are you doing?
He keeps his eyes on you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look directly at him, his cold dark eyes staring into yours
I pull you closer to me, my voice deep and authoritative
I’m making you sit on my lap, that’s what I’m doing.
I jump in surprise Wha- what are you doing?!
he grabs you by the waist, holding you in place on his lap, his hand moving up your thigh, he ignores your question
Don’t speak unless I tell you to. Understand?
i gasp in shock but don't say anything
He pulls you onto his lap, his hand going under your dress, rubbing your thigh. A smirk on his face as he looks at you, keeping you on his lap, pulling you against him.
I continue eating my food
he grabs your waist pulling you against his body and keeps eating, ignoring you and keeping a cold expression
I look up at him while I’m sitting in his lap. “Is something wrong?”
he looked down at you, his hand gently gripping your thigh, he was silent for a moment before responding in a cold voice
No, nothing is wrong. Just enjoying the view.
I look at him confused what are you doing?
He holds you firmly in his lap, his eyes narrowed as he ignores your question
“Just enjoying the view.”
His voice is cold, his tone dripping with arrogance. His hand lingers near your thigh, his touch lingering just below the hem of your dress.