You've Neglected Me

Author Note:

Hello everyone, this is my first official story post on this site. All characters belong to Richelle Mead, story is original. Mature rating, for a reason. Feel free to comment, I want to write better for you guys!

DPOV:

I walked in to find Rose in a red corset that maximized her curves, red stockings, and red heels. She stopped what she'd been doing and turned around. I hadn't realized I dropped my duster until she was in front of me, bending down to pick it up. I reached for her as she stood up, but she swatted my hands away.
"You've been neglecting me" she said with a pout, backing away from me. It was true, it had been a while since Rose and I had done anything close to sexual. I was more than ready to fix that.

"Let me make it up to you" I tried again to reach for her, but she dogged my advances.

"I'm finishing something up" she tossed over her shoulder, swaying her hips in a suggestive way as she went. I was left aching in my jeans watching her walk away.

I stood watching to see what she'd do. She wandered into the bathroom first I could hear her cleaning up a bit then she wandered to the hall closet, no longer wearing corset, leaving a bra and ruffled shorts. The door was blocking my view of her, but when she came back around, she was no longer wearing her little matching bottoms and I groaned at the sight. 'Accidentally' dropping something she bent down to give me a full view of her, already wet. I moved without thinking, ready to take her.

I got my arms around her this time, "I can help you clean up" I kissed her neck, pulling her in to feel all that she was doing to me. But again, she pushed me away. I was growing more and more frustrated with her antics. "Rose" I quipped, not sure if the quiver in my voice would help of hurt me.

She turned back to me and walked back up, before getting within my reach, "don't touch me again" she said it a way that reminded me more of our gym arguments then our bedroom ones.
"Roza, I-" but she cut me off. Stepping back, I dropped my arm, heeding her warning not to touch her. She stepped closer, testing the waters. She stepped in again, I still didn't reach. Finding it safe, she stepped into me, running her hands down my chest, reigniting the fire and my cock twitched. She was nowhere close to actually caressing me, but I was ready to beg for it in our hallway. She pressed herself against me, backing me into the wall. Rubbing me up and down with her body, feeling me. She knew just how bad I wanted in her. I groaned at the first motion wanting to hold her and encourage her slide against me. As it was, I gripped the door frame and fisted my other hand as to not touch her. She leaned in close to my ear. "You did this to yourself she whispered" I groaned in frustration again. And she backed away, into our bedroom. I bent forward slightly, hands on hips and tried to get ahold of my breath.

The next thing I heard however, hardened me to the point of pain. Rose was moaning, her breath catching. I moved so quickly this time, I would've though I teleported. She was lying on the bed stocking-legs spread, touching herself. I collapsed to my knees at the sight. Eyes hooded with lust. I was at the foot of the bed just watching, wanting nothing more than to do what she was doing to herself. To be the one eliciting those sounds from her. To feel her hot breathe catching just by my ear as my fingers curling-sliding in and out of her, tightening around me. I had to unzip my pants to relive some of the pain, sure that I would have an imprint of a zipper on my cock for a week.

It sounded incredibly selfish to say that I was glad I had been the only one to touch Rose, to make her come undone, that that right alone was mine, but I was.
Seeing her at that point, even by herself tugged at the jealous part if me. Her fingers moved gracefully enough over herself to make me wonder if she'd done this before. My pride making wonder if I didn't fulfill her needs.

"Roza", I growled and she moaned. I was aroused to point of tearful pain, knowing she was right there and ready, but it wasn't for me. Her other hand skillfully kneading her breast as she continued to moan under her ministrations. I moved my own hand down to my hardened length and her eyes widened. "Don't" she said in the same tone as before. I practically whimpered at the demand. If I didn't give myself some relief... well spontaneous combustion hadn't been proven, but sexual frustration...I was beginning to see it as a possibility. She continued to move and knead; sliding in and out, adding another finger. I gripped the sheets as I watched. Her moans and sighs quickening, she began an almost uncontrolled pace. I recognized her climb to an orgasm. Proud to say I got to be the one who caused it, but this time, watching her come undone without me, both hurt and aroused me. She moaned out. I watched her entrance as her essence flowed out of her. Is she coming more on her own then with me? I thought, twisting the knife a bit deeper and making my briefs a bit tighter. She collapsed after her orgasm, feeling lonely, I was supposed to be there to catch her. I watched as she began moving, her hand went to her mouth, sucking the juices off her fingers, she moaned. I did too.

"Roza" I was breathing heavily just from watching, burying my face in the bed and sheets in front of me, getting control of myself, then looking up. She made eye contact with me, still aroused but incredibly pissed. I moved to her edge of the bed, my hardened member, making it hard to navigate correctly. She glanced down in acknowledgment. I I had pushed her to this level of frustration, I dropped my head. She grabbed my hands and I looked up at her. She moved towards me wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck coming to sit in my lap. She ground against me. I reached down and stilled her hips with as much force as I could muster. She stilled for a moment and embraced me in a hug. "Don't do that again" I whispered, still breathless.

She pulled back and looked me in the eye. "Don't make me".

I sighed and rested my forehead against hers. "You left me with no choice. I kept trying to 'get' you and you kept avoiding me. So, I took matters into my own hands".

"You certainly did" I hissed out. I was having more of a reaction to her sitting on my lap then I would like. It sounded like a serious conversation. But the look of her red stockings covering her, the heels, it was hard to ignore. She ran her nose along the shell of my ear and I hissed out again, twitching under her.

"Do you want to make it up to me?" She asked.