Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
For a moment, she doesn’t move. Then her head snaps up. “What’s happening?” she sounds alarmed.
“What do you want to happen, Dahlia?”
Her head falls back, and her eyelids flutter closed. “Oh, God.”
I wait.
Her eyes pop back open, glassy and large. Frantic. “Are you going to finish?”
“How would you like me to finish, princess?”
“Wh–what you were doing was fine. I mean, if that’s my punishment.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “No, this is your punishment.” I back all the way off the bed.
She draws in an angry gasp when she realizes. “No. You can’t leave me here like this. You can’t.”
I give her a cool smile. “I can, dear wife. This is what happens when you challenge me.”
I step into the bathroom and strip out of the stale tuxedo to take a much-needed shower.
When I walk out, Dahlia’s body’s gone limp. Her knees hang open like butterfly wings, and her head is turned to the side.
“Please–my wrists are hurti–” The last syllable dies on her lips when she takes in my bare torso, still glistening with water droplets from the shower. Her gaze traces my pectoral muscles down my abs to the white towel around my waist.
I’m tempted to taunt her with my body, but then, I remember her innocence, so I ignore her and stride to the dresser where my clothing has been unpacked with hers. With my back turned to her, I drop the towel and pull on a pair of boxer shorts, feeling the heat of her gaze on me the entire time.
I turn and let her eye the erection tenting the soft cotton. I probably should have beat off in the shower to take the pressure off, but my pride wouldn’t let me. I want to come inside my bride. I’m saving every last drop for her juicy cunt, so I can fill that belly with our child.
She draws in a breath and licks her lips.
“How’s that pussy of yours?” I advance on the bed.
She snaps her knees closed with a soft slap of flesh.
I tsk. “Bad girl. You don’t hide it from me. I own that pussy now.” I grasp behind her knees and lift her feet off the bed to spread her legs wide. This time I let them come back to the bed outside my shoulders. I slide my hands under her ass and lift it slightly to meet my face.
“No-o, Antonio,” she moans. “Please.”
I lick into her. “Please what, darling?”
“I…I…Please don’t do this.”
I drag my tongue up and down her slit. I’m sloppier this time because it’s hard to focus with blue balls.
No matter, she’s already desperate. The moment my mouth connects with her, she tightens her ass and pushes into me, greedy for her release.
“You have no say in this,” I tell her. “You chose to show your body–the body I now own–to my men. This is the punishment I’ve chosen for you.”
“I…don’t even understand it,” she complains.
I chuckle against her soft flesh then nip her labia. “Your body does, though, doesn’t it?”
“My body…” she pants. “My body wants…”
“I know what your body wants, amore. I can give you what you desire.”
“No,” she says. “No, no, no, no.” Her needy tone doesn’t match the words, but, of course, I honor her words.
Eventually, she will cave to me.
Instead, I continue with my slow, deliberate torture, bringing her to the brink of orgasm and back away again.
She lets out a dry sob when I climb off the bed. “You’re a horrible person.”
“I can be quite cruel,” I agree. “You’d be wise to stay on my good side.” I give her a cool smile. “And believe me, darling. This was my good side.”
Dahlia
Antonio tortures me for hours with his tongue, driving me nearly insane. Never letting me actually reach a climax.
Finally, when I beg him for mercy, he releases my wrists from the belt.
I should be thrilled to have the use of my arms and hands back, but I get pins and needles from the blood rushing back to them and worse–much worse–is the fact that Antonio is getting dressed.
Like he’s finished with me.
Like he’s not going to give me the satisfaction I need.
I waste no time. As soon as I have feeling back in my hands, I roll to my belly with my hand tucked between my legs. My hips buck against the firm contact–the pressure I’d been desperate for.
The relief is so great that I moan out loud as my internal muscles clench and lift. A giant star blooms and bursts behind my eyes. I undulate my fingers and bring on a second smaller contraction, but before I’m finished, Antonio rolls me to my back.
He stares down at me, his golden eyes dark and glittering. “Did I say you could come?”
My brain doesn’t even process what he’s saying. I’m dizzy from my release. Lost in outer space. I blink up at him, still moving my fingers to eke out more aftershocks.