His Wants, A Prequel Novella to Taking What He Wants by Jordan Silver Page A

how she’d found he gumption to cross me I’d never know but that was neither here nor there, she’d fucked herself royally the minute she’d betrayed me.
    “Okay then I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” She slithered out the same way she came in without trying for another goodnight kiss the last attempt hadn’t gone over so well. There was only so much pretending I could do, having that snake coil her tongue around mine wasn’t in the cards.
     
    Now back to the sweet young Delia, it was no longer a question of if but when? Tonight, my body was almost insistent that I fuck her tonight but there was much to consider. Both our families were here for the weekend but that shouldn’t necessarily pose too much of a problem; you see I’d planned ahead. From the moment the thought had entered my head a few weeks ago I’d planned for this contingence, back then I hadn’t been sure that I’d go through with it but I’d kept the plans in the recesses of my mind.
     
    When she’d shown up with her parents today still with that look of innocent lust on her face I’d fought the pull, it was only after dinner where I’d been subjected to her sweet shyness for too long that I’d finally said fuck it. Still it was no small thing, I will be in essence using her, using the fact that her sister and apparently her clueless parents weren’t very fond of her. I knew when all was said and done, when the smoke had cleared it will be the fact that little Delia had been the one I chose to turn to that would turn the knife most cruelly in her sister’s black heart.
     
    The house was sleep quiet as I made my way through the long corridors and over to the wing where I’d stashed my prey. No one seemed to question the sleeping arrangements, well Celine had said something in passing but I’d brushed it off. No one least of all her was going to thwart my plans for this night. I didn’t enter her borrowed room through the door, no my reason for giving her this particular room in the first place was because it had a secret entrance, one that not many knew about including the occupant.
     
    She was asleep on her back, arms spread wide, one leg bent at the knee with the other straight. Perfect, that would make my job much easier. Moving softly across the carpeted floor I wasted no time removing my clothes; dropping them on the floor at the foot of the bed I watched her even breathing to see if she was aware of my presence. So far so good, with the slightest of ease I pressed one knee into the bed before ever so slowly pulling the sheet back from her body. Her girlish nightgown was bunched up around her hips exposing plain cotton panties, why the sight of such innocent coverings encasing the pussy I was about to defile made my cock start to weep I couldn’t say. I just knew that I could no longer wait to touch, to taste, to consume.

 
    I used the slightest touch against the tautly stretched fabric that covered her Mons. She sighed softly and opened her legs just a tad bit more as if giving me access to her delights. Her scent rose to my nose as a slight dampness appeared from the friction of my finger. I pushed one finger under the elastic leg of her panties feeling the smooth skin of her young pussy for the first time.
     
    “Ssh… ” I held a finger up to my lips as her eyes flew open in trepidation.
    “What, what’re you doing?’ She was afraid and tried to close her legs which only worked to trap my hand inside. I used her mistake to force the tip of one finger into her moist cavern; she rose up from the pillow, mouth opened in surprise as I lay over her body.
    “Hello sweet Delia, I’m here to take you, there’s no point in fighting because I mean to have you before the night is through.”
    “But Celine.”
    “Don’t worry about your sister this will be our very own little secret.” I didn’t wan to waste any time talking, not tonight, there’ll be time enough for that later, right now I wanted, no needed her