Page 28 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

“You can start by taking it all off. Let me see what you look like.” Her eyes are greedy, raking over my body still fully clothed.

I haven’t yet indulged in this with her, being fully nude with the lights on.

She’s presented herself to me more than once, but in all our romps the lights were off or I was still mostly covered.

It’s a thrill to know she wants to see more of me. It shouldn’t be this way.

It’s an arrangement for her to produce my heir, and the fact that she’s hungry for more of me is a huge red flag waving around like it’s caught in a tornado.

But my hands rise to my collar obediently, plucking the tie off, then the shirt.

Her face lights up, chest swelling outward as she sucks in a breath and admires my bare chest. “Now the pants,” she says, flicking her wrist at me, pointing a finger. And my god it’s the most arousing thing she’s done all night. I’ve had dreams of women dominating me, but none so elegantly as this goddess seated on my table, ordering me around, strawberry juice still dripping from her nipples.

When the pants come off, she’s no less gratuitous with her body language, touching her clit as her head arches back. The sight must be arousing to her the way seeing her spread for me is to me.

“I need you inside me now,” she says, suddenly very direct as she pulls me closer. “And make sure you fuck me hard.”

I would never make her beg, mostly because I want her just as much as she wants me. I position my throbbing cock at her entrance, rubbing through the slick, sweet coating before thrusting deep inside her as deep as I can in one thrust.

Her tight muscles envelope me, and I groan, starting to move with long strokes that build quickly.

I scoop more whipped cream, smearing it over her breasts and stomach, licking it off as I drive into her over and over. Our bodies grow sticky and slick from the play. “You feel incredible,” I tell her between thrusts, gripping her hips. “So bold tonight, taking what you want like this.”

She meets every movement, her legs wrapping around me as she replies breathlessly, “Because I do want it. I want all of you, right here.” Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me deeper, and I oblige, pounding into her with increasing intensity while rubbing her clit with cream-slick fingers.

The table shakes and dishes rattle, but my staff is wise enough to stay out until I call them and that pays off for me in dividends.

It hits her even harder this time, pussy spasming in powerful, rhythmic contractions that milk my dick as she arches off the table.

The climax tears through her body with intense waves, her muscles fluttering and squeezing me while she cries out.

I watch the pleasure flooding every inch of her in prolonged, shuddering pulses that leave her gasping and trembling and all the way I thrust through it, savoring the way she falls apart around me, her release coating us both.

“God you’re beautiful, Raina. I’m losing control.” My confession is emotional, but the way my balls are drawing up, I can’t deny the release barreling through me.

“Yes…fill me,” she pants, claiming my loss of control as her victory, and I bite down on her neck as the sensation pushes me over the edge. It’s overwhelming.

I come hard inside her, pulsing with thick, hot spurts that fill her as ecstasy rips through me in deep, forceful waves. My hips jerk erratically, every muscle tensing as the pleasure peaks and slowly ebbs, leaving me spent and breathing heavily against her neck.

For a moment we stay locked together. The wine glasses are spilled, the bottle now on the floor. Two plates have clattered to the tile and the food is scattered, but I’m buried inside her and it’s heavenly.

Everything inside me wants to own her, to claim more than the contract allows, but that would mean opening myself and my world to a lot of pain I can’t risk again.

I pull out carefully, helping her down from the table and straightening her dress with steady hands.

Then I turn to grab my clothing, dressing with my back to her to avoid looking into her eyes.

This many endorphins in my system will fuck with my head. I want her, and I want to keep her, and I want her to know I want her.

But I bite my tongue as she rights her top and sits back in her seat, staring at the mess we made.

“You were incredible tonight,” I say quietly with my back still to her. “If you need anything—anything at all—tell Ingrid or me. I’ll make sure it’s provided.”

“And if I want you?” she asks quietly, but I don’t have an answer. The contract allows for me to call on her at any time of the day or night, and she must come. But it says nothing about a woman who wants me more than I want her.

Still, the idea that a woman her age could even look at a man like me twice is humbling, and arousing. “Ask whatever you need, and I will provide it,” I say coldly, though I don’t mean it to be cold. I just have to shut this down.

I’m falling for her, and it can’t happen. I can’t do this.