Page 5 of His Retribution

“Mon amour, tu es le bijou de mon coeur,my love, you are the jewel of my heart.“ I rasp in her ear.

“Say I won,” she demands. “Say I won and I will give you everything you want.”

I hesitate. It’s a tempting offer, but I’m not sure I am ready to give up. “So?” she asks. “What’s it going to be?”

I pull away from her and she unwraps her legs. “You haven’t won yet,” I say, as I walk off down the hall. I count silently in my head, three, two, one, and brace myself. Quinn lands on my back. Her arms wrap around my neck, challenging me to ignore her.

She whispers in my ear, “Carry me to the bedroom so I can force the words from your filthy mouth.”

I’m ready to bend her over the kitchen counter and have my way with her right now. Curse this woman. She knows what to say to turn me on. I am dangerously close to the edge and she’s about to push me over it. “You love my filthy mouth,” I reply, and wait to see what she says next.

“I like it better when it’s on my pussy,” she says as she runs her tongue lightly along my ear. I stop dead in my tracks.

“Now, who has a filthy mouth?” I taunt.

She laughs, “Oh stop, you know you like it.”

“I do, tell me more,” I say with a snarl. I can feel her cheeks blushing as they snuggle against mine.

“Like what?” she replies, accepting my challenge. “Things like I can’t wait to taste you on my lips? I can’t wait to ride you all night long, and I can’t wait to feel you buried deep inside of my tight, wet pussy?”

“Fuck! My God, you win, mon chérie,my darling.Get your ass up the stairs, now. Be waiting for me. I’ll be watching.“ I command her and she does what I say, pausing for a moment to look over her shoulder and wink. “You played dirty, little bijou,” I call after her.

“And you liked every minute of it,” she replies with a shake of her hips before she takes off, sprinting up the stairs.

I ascend slowly. I know Quinn well enough to know there’s some kind of sneak attack waiting for me. Sure enough, when I reach the top of the stairs, she’s bent over and she knows I can see everything as she starts unzipping her boot. Once she finishes, she drapes herself against the wall and turns a pouty face on me while holding her leg in the air. I comply, showering her leg with kisses as I slide her boot off. That’s when she strikes. Her foot presses into my shoulder, luring me down until I fall to my knees. Fuck, her flexibility. As my knees hit the floor, Quinn’s fingers weave through my hair. She yanks me hard. I don’t even make her ask. My tongue flicks against her, running up the center right as my hand pulls her lace thong to the side. Her body dips against the wall. She allows it to support her and leans back to enjoy the ride.

“More,” she cries, tilting her hips to find me. I’m right there waiting to drag my tongue ring across her most intimate spots. It’s our dirty little secret. The moment my barbell hits her clit, it sends her overboard. I pull her into my mouth and suck, then pull away as she moans.

“That’s a good girl. Keep begging for it,” I say, dropping her leg. The other replaces it on my opposite shoulder. I repeat the steps, kissing her leg and removing the boot. This time she doesn’t just slam me to the ground, she begs for more.

“Please give me more,” she pants as my hot breath hits her. She moans softly, but her moans intensify as I swipe my barbell over and over across her clit. After she cums, I pull away and climb to my feet.

“I thought I told you to get your ass in bed,” I growl, lifting my eyebrows to challenge her. She walks past me, undressing as she goes. First she slides the straps off each shoulder, then she reaches behind her and pulls the zipper slowly down her back. Her bare skin peeks out, teasing me, and I lick my lips in anticipation. The dress drops down, landing just above the small of her back. I blink and it hits the floor. She’s standing in front of the bedroom door in her bra and panties. Not a single man on duty upstairs dares to look at her. They look away, because they know exactly what the consequence is for looking. I shake my head at her naughty little display before stepping into the bedroom and closing the door behind me.

Quinn’sonthebeddrinking me in. She makes no attempt to move, just sitting there on display for me and my eyes only. I rake her in from head to toe, admiring every curve and dip on her body. Her hair falls around her head like a halo. She’s so damn beautiful she could be an angel, except she has a fire burning in her soul; beautiful but dangerous. Our reckless desires have come full circle, and I can’t resist the urge to quench her thirst for me any longer.

“Were you trying to make me jealous mon ange,my angel?”

She sits up slowly, sultry, twisting her body in all the right ways as she turns her eyes on me to bat those long dangerous lashes. “Maybe, or maybe not. Are you jealous?” Quinn asks me with a gloating smirk.

“Incredibly jealous,” I reply, taking a step towards her and tossing my tie off to the side of the room.

“Good, that makes us even then.” She throws her head back with a diabolical laugh.

“And what is it that has L’amour de ma vie,the love of my life,so jealous?“ I ask, as I pull her to her feet, encircling my arms around her and breathing in her hypnotic scent. “How can I give you anymore, when you already own all of this?” I question, as I place her hand over my heart. My fingers tip her chin up to meet my lips. This time I kiss her softer, pausing our power struggle for a moment to make things up to her. She has other motives as she pulls me in deeper. Her hand guides mine until it’s wrapped around her neck.

“Choke me like you mean it.” She purrs against my lips.

“Fuck!’

She kisses me harder, but I’m already gone. Every nerve inside of me is buzzing to life. My thoughts have lost their connection with the rest of my body. I’m no longer thinking; I am just doing and taking everything that I’ve needed all this time. I can feel her moans against my lips as her hands take off my belt. She tosses it on the bed behind her, then returns to remove my pants. I don’t even feel them slide down my legs. They hit the ground with a soft thud. Expensive carpet, daddy’s upgrades. I have no shame fucking his daughter in his house, playing by his rules. I’ll do whatever he asks just to stay on top. Quinn breaks our kiss to shove me towards the bed. She doesn’t need to ask. I am her puppet and she is the master. She climbs on top to straddle me. I run both of my hands up her body, over the curves of her hips. She catches one hand guiding it back to return to its place around her neck.

“Squeeze a little tighter,” she begs me.

“Mmmm, you like that? Is this tight enough? Is mon ange,my angel,still jealous?“ I ask, my voice husky and deep.

She nods in response, never taking her eyes from mine. She’s grinding me so hard I can feel her wetness soaking through the lace silk panties.

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