“You have to show me you can be obedient first. Now fucking crawl to me.”
Fuck this man. There’s no one else I would allow to rule me like this man does. With his words, his touch, and just one look.
I slowly crawl to him, letting my hips and ass sway side to side. He tracks my every move until I’m between his legs.
“So, you do know how to listen,” he says, dragging his fingertips across my cleavage before trailing them up my neck and to my face, pushing his thumb into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and suck hard. I can see by the erection straining behind the zipper in his dress pants, he’s just as turned on as I am.
“Now before I think about the possibility of anything else, be a good girl and take out my cock. Show me how much of a perfectlittle whore my wife can be choking on it while wearing slutty lingerie.”
My soul officially belongs to him. I don’t care what he says. I think we both know there’s no going back to how things were after this.
Chapter Forty-Two
The Devil And I
Raf
On all fours for me,dressed in that sexy-as-fuck bondage lingerie with strategically placed silver hardware and satin straps crisscrossing over her bare ass, Chiara is my every dark fantasy come to life. Regardless of our age difference or the terms of our current circumstances, there’s no denying the compatibility of our sexual appetite. And the more rope she gives me, the more desperate I am to climb it.
I know I’ve completely shocked her both with my words and my actions, but this isn’t her first masquerade ball. She’s spent the better part of her lifetime honing her act, so she keeps her true emotions under wraps. We’re much the same. She hides behind snark and sass, and I hide behind the cold front of nonchalance. But after reading the letter I was never meant to see and being confronted with the prospect of losing her, I decided in that moment the possibility of any other man—Alessandro, Julian, Hudson, sexy fucking cowboy—having what’s mine was completely off the table. Sooner rather than later, I’m going to make it possible for her to stay and absolutely fucking impossible for anyone else to have any claim to her.
Whether it was the half a bottle of scotch loosening the lid on feelings I’ve kept locked up tight or simply just my carnal urge to have what I’ve denied myself for so long, tonight I’m willing to loosen my grip on self-preservation to feed my lust-filled needs.
She peers up at me, her bright green eyes gleaming, and I just know she’s going to test my resolve even more.
Not breaking eye contact, she runs her hands up my legs as she rises onto her knees. “Oh, so my husband wants to play now, does he?”
I’ll never admit it to her, but the way she never backs down from me is part of her allure. She challenges me in a way no one has in a long time. I shouldn’t like it, but the more time we spend together, the more I crave it.
“Lucky for you, I love to play games,” she says, moving her small hands to my belt, undoing the buckle. I watch as her manicured fingernails painted a blood red work deftly and confidently to undo my button and fly to set my throbbing dick free.
Pulling down my trousers and briefs in one go, she wastes no time getting her hands on me. It’s almost as if she worries that if she allows me time to think through what we’re doing, I’ll change my mind. Except I’m too far gone; I want her. All my efforts to avoid getting physical with her and keep our arrangement strictly a business deal are completely futile now. I’m half a bottle deep and exhausted from fighting my urge to dominate and control her so we can both find a release.
As luck would have it, she presented herself to me like a gift from Lucifer himself, ready for me to tie her up and decorate with my cum.
Watching me watch her, she licks her palm then grips my hard length, pumping it two times before bringing me to her lips and sneaking her tongue out to swirl it over my swollen head, licking the underside slowly and surely, like she’s devouring anice cream cone before the sun melts it.Round and round she goes with torturously slow, firm swipes, never taking her eyes off me. The little vibrations of her own moans working their way up her throat add to the whole sensory experience she’s determined to give me. A deep groan escapes me as she switches tactics again, dragging her mouth all the way from my base to my tip and popping off before flattening her tongue and licking up my shaft.
“Fuuuckkk. That’s it, baby girl, put that bratty mouth to good use.” My words spur her on even more, and she rolls her lips firmly over my head, wrapping them around me completely. She sucks hard, taking me as deep as she can go until I feel her throat constrict around me.
I let her take me to the back of her throat once more before I tug on her hair to stop her and force her off my cock.
She pops off me with a satisfied smile tipping the corner of her pink mouth as I focus on my breathing to stave off the orgasm I’m right on the edge of.
Pre-cum beads on my tip and she swipes it off with a flick of her tongue, closing her eyes to savor my taste and humming her satisfaction. It drives me wild. My balls feel heavy, but I’m not a man who takes his pleasure before giving it.
“Stand up now.”
She complies, eyes wild with need, lips swollen and cheeks rosy.
I cup her ass and pull her closer, inhaling her arousal, letting it hit my veins and spread through me.
“So you think you’re the one who decides if I get to peel this lingerie from your body, do you?”
I take the short zipper running down the front of her pants between my teeth and pull it down my nose following its path. Without warning, I flatten my tongue against her pussy and drag it firmly through her dripping cunt to her clit, pausing tosuck on it. She gasps loudly and threads her fingers through my hair, pushing me further into her as she bucks and writhes against my face. The sounds of her breathy pants and my tongue sliding through her wetness, lapping and sucking like I’m a man possessed fill the room like the sweetest lullaby even though there’s nothing remotely pure about us.
I lick her like that a few more times, toeing off my shoes and pants before standing and bringing her front to mine. I unclasp her bra, and she makes a show of letting the straps fall off her shoulders before she takes it off completely, then lets her hair down. I take her luscious, heavy tits in my hands and use my thumbs to play with her peaked nipples as she dots wet, open-mouthed kisses on my chest, quickly undoing the rest of the buttons on my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders, helping me shuck it off so I’m completely naked for her.
“I’ve been desperate to get my hands on you again,” she says breathlessly as she lets her hands roam over my body. “To run my fingers through your chest hair like this and trace every single one of these hard-earned ab muscles down to this fat cock.” Her actions mimic her words, and it’s all I need to get us both to the finish line. I grip her thighs and hoist her up my body, intentionally running my painfully hard dick through her heat on display thanks to the open-front feature of her purpose-built underwear—the only thing left between us as we get closer to using them for the purpose they’re intended. Her hands instinctively wind around my neck as she wraps her legs around me. I bring my mouth to hers and kiss her like a man possessed. Plunging my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deep and making sure to suck on her tongue, letting her do the same to me, so we’re now enjoying an entirely new flavor of us.
