I Believe Him

Bethany’s POV

He is torturing me by withholding my pleasure. I think he likes toying with me and making me beg him for his attention. I’ve begged for it, I practically grovel at his feet and beg like a fucking whore that can’t keep her legs shut. If I didn’t know better, I’ll say that I’m high on some kind of drug, I just couldn’t keep it together, and I can't think straight. All I want is to have his dick buried within my pussy. When he walked in through that door, I thought he had finally come to put me out of my misery by screwing me senseless. But that’s not why he came, Nah, he had his own agenda, he always does.

“I missed you, my king. I’ve been waiting patiently for you, just as you instructed,” I let out seductively, walking up to him, putting my arms around his shoulder, and leaning up for a kiss. But he turned away from me, dodging my kiss.

“I think you are lying to me, Bethany. You claim you love me, but that is only a lie. I can see it in your eyes, I can tell that you mis