Page 47 of His Wicked Revenge

Finally, after that brief pause, her quiet footsteps come closer to her bedroom. She isn’t stupid. Her bedroom door was shut when she left.

I sit in the chair, legs spread, with the dildo still in my lap and the wine opener in my hands. Veronica enters her room, her eyes immediately finding me.

“What are you doing in my apartment?” she questions, eyes dropping to my lap. A blush spreads across her cheeks.

“Was curious.” I shrug.

“So you broke into my place and trashed it?”

“It isn’t breaking in if you have a key,” I reply calmly.

Veronica shakes her head in disbelief, and her eyes dip to the spot between my feet. “What the hell is that?”

I lean forward to stare at my mess. Smirking, I glance up at her. “Oops.”

“Clean it up,” she demands. “As well as everything else in my apartment!”

“Why don’t you clean it up?” I tilt my head to the side, glancing briefly at the toy in my lap before returning my gaze to her. “You didn’t do very well cleaning yourself off of this. It still tasted like you.”

She swallows hard, not daring to take her eyes off mine.

“Your tongue missed a few spots.” I use the toy to gesture at the floor. “Why don’t you show me how well your tongue can clean up my mess?”

A surprised laugh escapes her lips. “No.”

“No?” I sigh, leaning back into the chair. “You seemed eager to let me fill your mouth in the alleyway. I figured you, being the needy slut you are, would want another taste.”

I observe her as the idea of licking my cum off the floor runs through her mind. Her eyes fall to the spot and then back up to me, those greens glazed over with lust.

“Come on, little angel. Show me how good you can listen.”

Her fingers fidget at her side. I see the moment she gives in: her shoulders relax, and her breathing becomes sporadic. Veronica takes a small step forward, her stare trained on mine.

“That’s it, Vee,” I coax her. “Get over here and clean my cum off the floor.”

Another step.

Then another until she stands before me.

She lowers herself to her knees and holds the eye contact as her palms meet the floor. Bringing her top half down, her ass up in the air, I sit forward and watch in amazement.

“You’re so desperate, you know that?” I taunt as her face is inches away from the ground. “A needy little thing that has to have her mouth filled with the taste of me. How did you ever survive without me?”

The slight sound of a whimper fills the room, but she doesn’t respond with words. The first swipe of her tongue has a moan leaving her.

After that first sample, she laps it up as if it were her first meal after years of being starved. With my free hand, I snake my fingers into her hair, holding her head down.

“All of it, Vee. When I move your head, I don’t want to see any trace of me left.”

She hums, and after a few more seconds, I yank her head up roughly. Her eyes grow dark and wide, a hiss of pain passing through her parted lips. Good. I hope that hurt. I check the floor between us, and a proud grin forms.

“Not a drop wasted,” I praise, glancing at her. She’s practically panting in my hold. “What a good girl, Vee.”

“I want more,” she begs, reaching for the waistband of my shorts.

“Like I said, a needy, desperate little slut.”

“Leo, please.” The desperation in her voice almost has me breaking. It almost has me letting her tear my shorts off and allowing her to take what she is craving so badly.