Bad girl.

For the first hour, Beth was a little puzzled. Tim seemed to be ignoring her presence completely. She spent time socializing with the people she didn't know, getting to know them and trading jokes with Lindsay. Tim was floating around, prepping frozen drinks, snacks, answering the door when the pizza came. The few times she tried to catch his eye, he gave her nothing.
About an hour after arrival, Tim was sitting across the room from her, drinking a beer and talking with Billy, when she decided to do something to catch his attention. She slow hiked up her jean skirt, keeping her legs crossed. She waited for a moment where Tim was looking her way, and she uncrossed her legs to give him an unbroken view of her bare pussy. Tim's gaze froze, and his smile slipped. She re-crossed her legs and gave him a petulant smirk. Yeah... I disobeyed you, sir. What are you going to do about it?
Tim's eyes were grim when they met hers. It only lasted a moment, and he went back to laughing and talking to Billy, but a minute later, he got up. "We need some more snacks and frozen drinks." He looked at her as he walked towards the kitchen, and crooked a finger for her to follow.
Beth tried to stop herself from leaping up right away. She did a slow count of 10 before getting up smoothly to follow. On her way, she noticed Lindsay watching her with a smug smile that seemed knowing.
When she entered the kitchen, Tim was behind the island. He was slicing sausages and had the liquor out by the blender to make frozen margaritas. He didn't look up, so she sauntered over next to him.
"Hey there. I was wondering when you would....rkk...!" Tim's free hand grabbed her by the throat, pulling her close. She was suddenly face to face with him while his other hand reached beneath her denim skirt and felt at her moist pussy.
"So this is what you consider, "something appropriate"?" His tight, commanding voice, tinged with anger and disapproval, melted her core and made her eyes flutter.
"I'm a bad girl, sir. What are you going to do about it? I'm tired of being ignoooored..." she put a childish whine in her voice.
"Impatient little slut... can't follow directions... can't act with decorum in mixed company..." he sounded so disappointed in her as he jammed long fingers up inside her snatch. "Getting wet..."
"So what?" she pouted, and then gasped when he **** her to her knees. Her back was flat against the cupboards of the island, and his hand held her head up by her hair so that her skull had nowhere to go. He pulled out his cock, which she was pleased to see was already hard.
"If you're going to talk back, then you can put that mouth to use while I get these things ready for my guests..." With that, his cock was shoved unceremoniously into her mouth and down her throat, forcing her head back against the island so that it thumped painfully with each thrust. She sucked desperately, spit drooling from the sides of her mouth uncontrollably as he kept a steady pace of short thrusts. She could hear him go back to slicing and chopping: she was an afterthought, a distraction that was being dealt with...