The Grand Mistress

Chapter 92 - Her Anger

Simione's proposition took all of Hawk's rationality and what's left was the surging need inside him. He wanted to say no  outright to keep teasing her but how could he do that at such a crucial moment? He was all turned on that his manhood was seemingly looking for its match but the girl only looked at it and even teased him further by biting her lips and wiped it all wet with her lips. She was a damn hot tempress and very irresistible.

With eyes staring down at Hawk's eyes with an intensity that unnerved him, Simione slowly paced the distance between them abruptly and sat herself in one of Hawk's legs. From his eyes, hers travelled down to what's standing proudly in between his thighs. Having her so close, he could smell the fragrance of her perfume that reminded him of a red currant mixed with something he couldn't identify but it definitely smelled wild, sexy and sublime. Even her smell was enough to make him have a release but in a moment, he felt her gentle fingers touching his manhood and the smoothness of her skin against his moistened hardness was so heavenly he couldn't help but groan hard.

"Cat" He pushed her hand away as he couldn't bear the struggle it was giving him. However, one gentle push wasn't enough to shoo her away cause just a second after she was back at it and captured his lips that his moans faded into her ravenous kiss.  Simione explored his mouth and complimented it to the rhythm she was doing in her hand. She licked and ravished him while her hand was freely exploring his proud pole. She was caressing it gently and circled her finger in its small opening that had been deeply moistened by his sticky pre cum.

Then, in a moment she broke the kiss and teased him, wildy. "I thought I'm not allowed to touch this?"

"Only a fool would believe you can be stopped," Hawk said in between his ragged breath. He was so close to orgasm, he could feel it and it made him a bit frustrated with himself knowing that of all the women that landed on his bed previously, it took him a good amount of sweating and grinding before he could have a good cum and yet with Cat, a single touch almost finished him off. Fuck, he wasn't even inside her eyet!

Seeing him struggle satisfied Simione's anger. Indeed her mentor was right, she can have a man cum with just a little effort. When she was still planning this whole revenge thing, Lucy hired the highest paid prostitute in the city to teach her how to please a man and she taught Simione very well that she has mastered the art of igniting men's pleasure without the need to open her legs for them. 

"I'm glad you know," Simione said last and started moving her hand on Hawk's thigh as she formed a hollow on her hand. While she fasted the pace of her hand, her lips took over Hawk's neck and ravished it, determined to leave all the marks she could for Feather to see.

Hawk  was all caught by surprise and all he could do right then was groan with pleasure as his woman had heavily decided it was her time at that moment. So who was he to stop her? As far as he knew, he was just one of her favorite prey and she could do whatever she wanted. He was basically at his mercy then, or probably long before.

"Mi amor….mi amor… Oh God! I want you so bad..." He called on her, again and again as his need was almost hitting the edge. He wanted to pull her down and be inside her however it was all too late as he could feel his seed ready to sprout. However before he could, Simione stopped completely and left him with a heavy painful groan. As he was at the peak, he managed to have release but the pleasure was cut off leaving him some pain instead of the feel of heaven. Shocked, in pain and unsatisfied, he immediately searched for her eyes to ask why she stopped only to find her honey-colored one's shooting daggers at him.

"You want me? And yet you still want to marry that ballerina," She spat at him angrily that he thought she was to grope him next. Luckily she didn't but her next move only made him more frustrated. So was his little bird that was anticipating all pleasure only to be cut off at the last moment.

"Cat…" Hawk's voice wasn't yet steady when he called on her frustratedly, She was all around picking up her gown then proceeded to fix herself.

"Cat what? You want more? Have your fiance finish it off, I'm sure she'll be glad to take over what I started," Simione answered sarcastically before heading to the exit without forgetting to bang the door hard.

"Hey—oh fuck!" He wanted to stand and chase her but he was all in pain and his release that unusually was so many, splattered all over his thigh and pants. He was in a position that needed much work before he could chase her and hating such a circumstance only made him pressed the bridge of  his nose and shook his head helplessly. In the end, he ended up pulling his hair and screamed so frustratedly that everyone in the dressing room heard it.

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"Was that Hawk?" Feather definitely heard him. His voice sounded so frustrated and annoyed that she wondered what had happened. She immediately turned to Ami and asked. "What time is it already?"

"Three o'clock in the afternoon Miss," Ami answered hesitantly. She too heard Hawk and just like everyone else in the room, they all thought he was frustrated because Feather was taking so much time picking up a wedding gown.

"What time did we come here?" Feather asked again, only then did she realize how annoyed could have Hawk turned while waiting for her for long.

"Almost ten in the morning Miss," Someone answered for her as Ami didn't want to tell her.

Hearing it made Feather swallow a big lump in her throat. Was it that long already? No wonder why Hawk was mad. However it was so hard to pick a dress so she can't help taking most of her time.

"Are we done?" she asked the staff who was then helping her off. She had been fully dressed almost an hour ago but she wasn't at all satisfied by her looks so she let them add more.

"Yes miss if you have no request to ask more," The staff answered politely although all of them were cursing her already, silently. If they were President Hawk, they too would be so mad as Feather seems to have no sense of time. It was normal for most of their customers to not be able to pick up anything they like for a while, but Feather took so long they almost thought she was going to stay until the next morning.

"I have no more to add, get me to curtain space," Feather suddenly was in a haste that all the staff almost laughed at it. 

"Hold on a moment Miss, there's something wrong in the back," One staff member tried to delay her then. It was her way to gently get back at her, now that she was desperate to go out, she intentionally slowed her down.

"Is it done?"

"No Miss, don't move yet please or your dress wouldn't come out perfect," The staff lied as she held an inward chuckle, so was every staff member that was there. Feather was already in panic and so she had no time to be annoyed then. Every minute she was there was like a moment wasted in her attempts to save herself from such a shame. How could she forget about the time and go on nagging around. Her relationship with him wasn't running good already so she should have acted decently, most of all be mindful of his time, as he certainly had so many things to attend to and that she was being such an inconvenience already.

"Are we done?" 

"Hmmmm," The staff circled on her slowly, pretending to scrutinize every single detail so as not to miss any mishaps. Such a task took her minutes, that Feather just wanted to run away already.

"Yes Miss, you are perfect," She replied with a fake smile. Just when she said so, Feather ran toward the curtain space which at the moment was already closed. It looked the same when she left earlier as if nothing happened—like the whole Simione and Hawk ordeal didn't happen.

Feather looked at herself in the big mirror that Simione looked up to earlier and smiled beautifully, holding tight onto the bouquet of flowers that the store provided for her. This finally was the moment and she hoped he wasn't that annoyed yet to ruin such a promising day.

"Announce me in.I'm ready," She instructed the staff  nearby who gave her a polite nod in response.

"President Hawk. Your bride is ready," She paused to give the man on the other side a time to get ready for a breathtaking view of his soon to be bride. "This is how she'll look like at the wedding,"

The curtain then flew open, revealing the sofa where Hawk sat earlier. The only thing missing was that Hawk wasn't there.

All of Feather's smile faded in an instant.