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“You misunderstood.” His voice rumbled. “I will fuck you, but not...here,” he said, then plunged his finger inside my slick channel.
I couldn't help it. I cried out softly, unable to hold back.
But my relief was short-lived because he immediately withdrew and swiped his finger against my asshole.
I stiffened all over. He couldn't mean to...
But he did. One by one, I felt each finger invade my pussy, and my pussy clung to each one, coating it in my juices. And each time he withdrew and further lathered my tight, puckered entrance.
“Are you a virgin here?” he wondered out loud. “Has anyone else taken this sweet little ass before me?”
I bit my lip, praying the assistant had disappeared into the shop to give us privacy. What did he want to hear?
His fingers departed and my ass and pussy quivered in anticipation.
Then he spanked me. Hard.
I gasped, tears springing to my eyes at the sharp, stinging sensation spreading over my ass cheeks and pussy lips.
“Answer me,” he said, his voice low and dark, but before I had a chance to do so, he spanked me again, and I cried out.
“Answer me.”
Another spank, the crack of flesh on flesh echoing in the small dressing room. There was no way the shop assistant couldn't hear it.
“Answer. Have you let another man fuck you in the ass?” Another spank, this one harder than any previous, and I sobbed, forcing myself to say the words.
“Ah! God, no!”
“Good,” he said, and I heard the rustle of fabric and the long, slow zip of his trousers unfastening.
I wish I could say what I did next was because I wanted to retain a shred of dignity, but really, I just wanted him to be as humiliated and helpless to resist our chemistry as I was.
In a smooth motion I stood up, letting the skirt fall back around my legs. I caught the barest glimpse of his face—shocked, as though no one had ever thought to defy him before—and then I was diving for his cock, my mouth wide open.
I'd surprised him. He stumbled backwards into the wall as I grabbed his hips. His hands reached for my hair, perhaps to pull me away, but I won the race.
In one fluid motion his cock was in my mouth—large and hot, the taste of sweet precum dripping onto my tongue, the smell of sweat and man going straight to my head—and I gave it a long, slow suck.
And just like that, Anton's control shredded.
His hips bucked, and I swallowed his cock down, reveling in his abandon. He thrust once, twice, then over and over, fucking my mouth. All I had needed was the courage to reach for him.
I had power. He wanted me. Not just the way a man wants a woman he sees and casually might want to fuck, but the way I wanted him. In the back of my mind, in the tiny part not reveling in the feel of his hard cock sliding against my lips and the quivering muscles of his thighs beneath my hands, I wondered if we would have come this far if our first meeting hadn't gone the way it had. If he had found me only mildly attractive, would we still be getting married?
Yes. He'd wanted a wife. That he actually wanted that wife must be a bonus.
He wanted me.
The knowledge was fuel on the fire. My pussy ached as I reached up and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, squeezing as I withdrew, trying to milk his orgasm from him. Above me, he grunted, a strangled sound, and tangled his hands in my hair. “Felicia,” he hissed, and I cupped his balls in my other hand, the petal-soft sack full to bursting in my palm.
I wanted to tell him to cum inside my mouth, but that would have required letting him go, and I just couldn't. All his power and wealth, all his tight self-control—it was nothing under the assault of my mouth on his hard shaft. Since we had first laid eyes on each other, he had tried to dominate me—emotionally, financially, physically, legally, sexually—but I wasn't going to go down that easy. He was going to have to fight for it.
I moaned around the heavy shaft, swirling my tongue over the soft head as I withdrew and he let out a groan, loud and unrehearsed. I felt his balls tighten in my hand, and I gently closed my fingers around the top of his sack and gave it a soft tug.
“Jesus!” His voice sounded nothing like the smooth, controlled purr I'd grown accustomed to, and it inflamed me. Suddenly I wanted him to cum so hard he screamed, just like I had. I wanted to swallow his load, keep it inside as a reminder that I had gotten the better of him for a change. He had no say in the matter. He would have to live knowing I had milked him dry, and he hadn't been able to resist.
I jerked my head and tightened my grip on the base of his shaft, consuming him as I squeezed and released, squeezed and released, and each withdrawal of my mouth had my tongue curling around the head of his cock. I whimpered in the back of my throat, small, insistent, rhythmic cries, and he answered me with his own.
