Women Are Psychos

(Nerina's P.O.V)

After the disaster that was our dinner date, we headed back to the villa to lick our wounds. Well, ice our hands more specifically. The men were PISSED, like I don't think I've ever seen a man more pissed off than John right now. The car ride back to the villa was silent, all of the men seething and us girls wanting to celebrate our victory but knowing it would just piss them off even more. We pull into the driveway and the men get out of the car, waiting for us to get out and escort us back into the house.

"So, how was the date?" Lizzie asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Fucking psychos." Arthur whispers out, walking upstairs to change.

I walk into the kitchen, grabbing plastic Ziploc bags to fill with ice for our knuckles, and hand one each to Nikita and Kailani. We sit down on the couch as John and Edward head up the stairs, shaking their heads.

"Umm, want to tell us what happened?" Ashe asks, clearly confused.

"Well, Kita and Edward almost got into a yelling match in the restaurant. Then as we were leaving, some dude told the guys that they needed to teach us to behave or not take us out to places like that. Well, that pissed us off, so I punched homeboy who made the comment while Kita and Kai took on his dinner guests." I say, wincing from the coldness of the ice on my knuckles.

The girls broke out into peals of laughter, knowing that they would have done the same damn thing as we did had they been there.

"Did the guys expect you NOT to do anything to the guy?" Anne laughs.

"Apparently, because they basically had to drag us out of the place, or we wouldn't have stopped." Kita explains.

"Are you going to apologize to them?" Corie smirks, knowing damn well the answer to that question.

"Fuck no! We weren't wrong!" Kai yells, clearly still pissed.

"Yeah, the only thing I will apologize for is for yelling at Edward like I did." Nikita murmurs.

"What the hell is your issue with him anyway? He seems to completely fancy you, and he's drop dead gorgeous looking like Charlie Hunnam." Ashe asks.

"I honestly don't know guys. Like I want him, but I also want to hate him because he makes me feel…things." Nikita says with a grimace.

"Girl, you're SUPPOSED to feel "things" with him, that's the whole point." Lizzie snorts.

"I know that! I just haven't had…feelings…in a long time, that's all. I've just been so busy with running an entire state that I haven't even thought about a personal life. Like the comments in the paper about me not being married hurt, saying I'm an old maid and shit but Goddess, it bugs me." Nikita says.

We all surround her in a group hug because our girl needs it. This is what you do for your friends; you fight for and with them, and you love them just as much. When we hear the boys coming down the stairs, we break apart and we all look at Nikita, knowing that she really does need to talk to Edward.

"Hey Eddie, can you come out back with me please? I want to talk to you." Nikita asks shyly, which is totally unlike her.

Edward senses the change in her voice and attitude, taken aback by her acting so vulnerable.

"Of course, love." He murmurs.

He grabs her hand, and they walk out back to have their talk.

"You and I need to have a talk as well, Ms. Onasis." John whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

"Is that so, Mr. Drummond? Well then, lead the way." I purr.

He grips the back of my neck possessively and marches me upstairs to the bedroom, closes the door behind him and locks it.

"Strip." He commands.

A shiver runs down my spine at his demands, fuck that's hot.

"And if I don't?" I tease.

"I'll have to punish you." He murmurs, walking over to me and spanking my ass as he walks back to the center of the room.

I yelp in surprise and just stand there, not listening to his orders, wanting some more punishment.

"Oh, you want to play Siren? I see. Well then come here." He crooks his finger at me, and I walk to meet him in the middle of the room.

He grips my neck hard, squeezing slightly and walks me over to the bed before sitting down and placing me over his knees. He lifts my dress to expose my bare ass, palming my cheeks.

"Mmm, your ass looks so sexy with my handprint on it. Don't you agree baby?" He groans out.

"Yes." I pant.

Without warning, his hand comes down across my ass, making my ass cheeks jiggle and me yelp. He chuckles before massaging the sting away, only to bring his hand down onto my ass again, making me moan this time. My slutty vagina is dripping wet for this man spanking my ass. Goddess, who knew I even HAD a spanking kink! He brings his hand down on my ass a few more times before he starts massage the sting away.

"I want you to thank me for your punishment by saying 'thank you sir'." He murmurs in my ear.

"Thank you, sir." I whimper out.

John stands me up on my wobbly legs, holding my waist so I don't collapse, before turning me around and unzipping my dress. I let it fall to the floor and pool around my feet, standing there in just my black Louboutin stilettos.

"On the bed, Siren." John says his voice husky with need.

I do as I'm told, mostly because I don't think my ass could handle another spanking. I look at John who is unbuttoning his shirt, having already untucked it from his slacks. His broad chest and defined abs making my pussy pulse for him. He drops his shirt to the floor, kicking off his shoes, removing his socks and then FINALLY removing those damn pants. I want his cock, that spanking filled me with a need I didn't know I had, I see my prize once he steps out of the slacks and briefs he was wearing. Goddess, he's huge and I love the way his cock feels when it stretches my pussy. He settles himself between my legs, his fingers dipping into my pussy, causing me to moan and arch myself against him.

"Mmm, so wet for me aren't you baby?" He groans.

"Yes, please. Fuck me." I beg him.

In one swift movement, he thrusts into me, stretching me, making me cum with just that one thrust after all of his spankings. He pounds into me, making me scream in pleasure as his hand makes its way to my clit pinching it enough to get me to orgasm. I clench around him, making him groan in satisfaction. He keeps pumping into me, harder and faster than before and I know that he's about to cum as I start reaching for my third orgasm, clenching around him again as his cum shoots into me.