My ex-husband's nightmare - Chapter 60: Chapter 60

Lydia
I smile to myself as I walk away from Mason.
I know I have him almost under my control, the way he stares at me, cuts quick glances at me, thinking that I don't know, the way his eyes search my body, trying to get a glimpse of my thighs in full.
The thought makes me giggle, and even right now, I know that he'll be gobbling down his food as quickly as he can.
But I won't make it easy for him. By the time I'm done with him, he will realize what he truly lost.
I walk back into his room, but before I get there, I branch into a certain room, then take a bottle of alcohol; it will make whatever I'm about to do much easier.
Soon enough, Mason bangs into his room, breathing heavily.
I see that his hands are slightly wet, so he must have washed the plates that I dumped in the kitchen.
My eyes wander to the bulge between his pants, and it's still there; if anything, it looks even harder right now.
I smile to myself.
"What's the matter? Why are you in a hurry?" I ask him, feigning ignorance.
He looks at me, then looks away, as though trying to come up with some excuse.
But I pat the bed beside me, I cross my legs so he can get a better view of my thighs, which he does.
I smile ever so slightly. "It doesn't matter, come here and sit down," I say.
It sounds like a command; I'm not sure he'll come; I think his pride and ego won't let him, but he comes over regardless after standing there for a few breaths...
I shift a bit closer to him, not too close, but just close enough.
I bend my chest lower so he can get a full view of my breasts; his eyes dart down and back at me quickly; he thinks I didn't see him catch a quick glance, but I did.
"So?" I ask him.
He looks at me confused, "What? I'm confused."
He replies, I sigh inwardly, and then I trace the outline of his face down to his lips gently, as gently as I can.
"After our kiss, you said you had questions for me. Well, I'm listening," I said to him, he seemed to understand but didn't have anything else to say beyond that.
He swallows, then looks at me, deeply, directly, as though he wants a part of my soul.
I almost looked away from him, but I didn't. I match his gaze, I let him know I'm not the same weak girl he left five years ago.
He looks away, and his lips move, but no words come out.
"I think I want you back!" he said finally. His words sounded desperate, exactly how I liked them.
I shake my head at him, "And why would I come back to you?" He looks at me as though he has an answer, but he doesn't. After all, I know why he left me all those years ago, and I'm here to make him regret it.
His hands reached out to me, to touch me, to caress my skin.
But I slap it away. He looks at me, shocked, but then I reach out to feel him, to caress his body, and I brush my thumb against his lips.
He lets me do it, and I smile at him. He doesn't know just how deep in he is.
"Please!" He begs, I'm not sure what he's begging for, but I said no.
His hands reach out to hold my hand on his face, but I let go.
He looks crestfallen; I smile at myself, and he goes on about something, mumbling to himself.
"What was that?" I ask, and he shakes his head.
"I was just talking to myself, wishing I hadn't done what I did five years ago,” he sighs beside me; I agree with him, but I didn't say it out loud.
"What's done is done," I told him. He looked at me intensely, and so did I.
I want him, even if I hate him, I think I still want him. But I know why I'm here, to make him understand what he lost, to make him beg me.
This wasn't planned, but it's good.
I moved closer to him than ever before. I take his face into my hands and kiss him. Ever so gently, we're in the bed and he thinks I want to have sex with him. He's wrong, I just want control over him.
He reaches out to hold my body, but I throw his hands away, my lips too attached to his; he doesn't stop kissing, but he pauses in confusion.
Still, I kiss him as deeply as possible, and he kisses me even harder.
My lips begin to ache, but that's fine; my hands travel down the length of his body, and he perks up when I hold his cock between his legs, slowly caressing it.
His body tenses up even more while I kiss him, he tries to take a hold of me again, but I slap his hand away the second time. He doesn't try to touch me anymore.
I smile at myself as I pull away from him, I unbuckle his pants and bring out his cock, slowly I caress him while I look at him intensely, he moans in short breaths, unsure of what to do and what to say.
"Please..." he whispers, his eyes looking at mine, but not in a dominant way. He wants me, wants me badly. I can see it, I know it, and I desire it.
"What is it?" I asked him as I jerk him harder and harder, he gasps this time, looking between me and his cock, his head falls back but I slow down.
"Let me fuck you, please!" He begs some more, I jerk him faster this time, his head drops back again, his legs shake slightly, I think about it, should I have sex with him? I shake my head at him.
"No!" I say, he looks crestfallen, disappointed, but then I take my head backwards, fling my hair to the side and bed my head, putting his entire cock in my mouth.
He gasps loudly, holding my head but then I slap his hand away and take my mouth away from his cock. He looks at me pleading.
"I.. I'm sorry, please, I won't hold you again..." He begs, I smile back at him, knowing that I have him completely under my control.
"Good," I say, then I gobble his cock back again.