22. Who Cares About Acceptable Standards Anyway?
I SHOULD NOT be so turned on right now. I shouldn”t be so ridiculously happy either. What Vincent’s done is not acceptable by most people”s standards, and it probably shouldn”t be acceptable by mine.
But it is.
I was barely tolerated for so long. Unappreciated. Undervalued. Unloved. My ex-husband treated everyone better than he treated me. And apparently, twenty years of being fed shit changes your palate, because I have never felt more wanted in my life. Needed. Appreciated. Desired. Would this be a red flag for most people? Probably. Rightfully so.
But Vincent’s unyielding desire to have me here with him feeds a hungry part of my soul I thought had withered away after being starved for so long.
”If I didn”t like living on the edge I never would have hacked into GHOST’s system.” I fight the urge to back up. It”s reflexive, but I know Vincent would never hurt me. He loves to dish out threats and give warnings, but when it comes to me, every bit of it’s hot air.
Because when it comes to me, his version of punishment involves absolutely no suffering, and I am one hundred percent here for it. Which is why I take a quick breath before finishing for him. ”One.”
It’s the second time I’ve finished a countdown. The second time I”ve called his bluff. The last time I did it, I ended up with a very angry, very aroused Vincent fucking me against the wall. And I can”t wait to see what I get this time.
Vincent shakes his head, one hand going down to stroke the length of his studded cock. ”You are not a good listener, Angel Face.” His free hand swings, catching my nipple in another slap. The sharp connection sends a flash of pleasurable pain cutting through me like lightning. The sound that comes out of me is somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and my pussy clenches.
I’ve had an extremely boring sex life, but I know the variety that exists. I hoped I”d be able to experience just a little of it at some point. It seems Vincent can offer more than just a little of what I”ve been seeking.
The hand that swatted my nipple comes up to grab my jaw, fingers pinching my cheeks as he tips my head to the side and leans into my ear. ”Remember, whatever happens next is your doing, Jules. You could have done as I asked, but you chose not to.”
Oh boy.
Vincent releases my face and his hands go to the waistband of my jeans, quickly undoing the button and zipper before dragging them and the panties underneath all the way to the floor. He tosses them away, so I”m standing in front of him completely bare. He slowly eases closer, and I can”t help but hope for a repeat performance of what happened at the airport. But instead of leaning in to lick me, he comes to his full height, expression hard as he looks down at me. ”Feet apart, Jules.”
I hesitate for a second, considering being difficult just a little longer, but decide against it. I want his hands on me too much, and I don”t want to risk him making good on the threat of not letting me come for a week. So, I do as he says and widen my stance.
Vincent moves closer, his big body looming over mine. ”Wider.”
I work my feet a little farther apart, but as someone who has slacked on their lunges and squats, I”m not sure how much farther I can go without dropping to the floor.
Vincent hums his approval. ”Good girl.”
I”m basking in his validation and praise when his palm connects sharply with my pussy, the stinging sensation hitting right against my clit. At first I think it hurt, but then realize it was just startling, and actually made the throb between my legs so much worse.
Vincent leans closer, the hard length of his body pressed against my side. One hand laces into my hair, working it free of the band I tied it in while I was moving my shit around the garage. When it falls loose to my shoulders his lips brush against my ear as his fingers slide through the strands. ”That”s better. I need something to hold on to while I fuck you.”
My belly clenches even though I already knew fucking was where this was leading. The hand in my hair pulls tight as he slaps my pussy again, this time making me moan like the shameless woman I am.
”Is that why you do this to me, Jules? Why do you refuse to back down?” Another pussy tingling slap. ”Because you know the more difficult you are the more worked up I get and the harder I”ll fuck you?”
I”m getting lightheaded from the need pooling between my legs and it makes me a little less thoughtful with my answer. ”Something like that.”
”Something like that.” Vincent”s voice is deep and rough in my ear as his hand comes back to my pussy, fingers slicking between my folds as they slide along my slit, coasting right over my clit to spear into my body. He works them in and out of me, movements fast and hard as the heel of his palm grinds against my clit. It”s not long before I”m on the edge of a climax. I”m rushing toward it when his hand is suddenly gone, the lack of contact hitting me like a bucket of ice water and leaving me gasping.
Vincent chuckles low. ”You didn”t think this was going to be easy, did you?” His eyes come to my face. ”I warned you, Jules, remember?” He grips my hips roughly, turning me to face the bed before smacking me on the ass hard enough I”m sure it leaves a print. And fuck me if I don”t like that too. The scattering of hair on his chest brushes my back as he leans into my ear and growls, ”On the bed.”
This time, I”m desperate enough to come that I scramble onto the mattress, but as I try to roll to my back he grips my thighs, keeping me in place as he crawls up behind me. ”Face down, Jules.” One hand slides over the curve of my ass and up my spine to press between my shoulder blades, pinning my upper half to the blankets.
My head’s turned to the side, leaving me staring at the array of items he dumped out of my favorite drawer. I should probably be embarrassed at all the items I have, but I”m not. If anything, I”m a little excited to see what part they might play in this.
Everything Vincent does is for a reason, even if he doesn”t admit it. And I know he didn”t just dump these here for fun.
I”m barely catching my breath when Vincent’s hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading me wide. From this position he can see everything. Eve-ry-thing. And he is definitely looking.
I can practically feel his gaze as it moves over my throbbing pussy. When he leans down, my eyes roll back in anticipation, ready to feel his tongue against me. And I do, just not where I expect.
I”ve been a little adventurous since my divorce, so I”m not a complete stranger to backdoor play, but Vincent”s tongue against my asshole is still a shock. Shocking not just because of the unexpectedness of it, but also because of how fucking good it feels. Maybe it”s because it’s considered taboo, or maybe it”s simply because it means he likes every freaking inch of me. Either way, I”m gripping the covers and moaning as he licks around the tight ring, circling it as his fingers knead my cheeks.
When one hand leaves my ass to reach around and tease my clit, I nearly come. But once again, Vincent retracts every bit of touch, leaving me groaning against the blanket. ”I think I hate you.”
Vincent chuckles again, the sound low and deep and carrying no amusement. ”Not yet, Angel Face. But you will.”
His gaze shifts to the pile beside me, and I”m not sure if I”m excited or terrified. Not because I think he”ll do anything bad, but because it”s clear Vincent plans to make me suffer before giving me what I desperately want.
”You”re quite a naughty girl, aren”t you, Jules?” He reaches out, and I think he”s going to sift through the pile, but Vincent goes straight for one item. He didn”t have to think or consider, and I’m even more confident this night is going to leave me as ruined as it gets. He holds the butt plug up so I can see it. ”Have you used this, Jules?”
My skin flushes, but not in embarrassment. Taking control of my sexual interests, needs, and desires helped eradicate any shame I might have had about my body. Left me empowered. Almost as empowered as the raw lust in Vincent”s expression now. Even if I did feel any sort of awkwardness in this moment, the look on his face would extinguish it.
I nod, the movement squishing my cheek against the blankets.
He hums that sound he makes when he likes my answer, and it makes my pussy clench. ”That”s good to hear.” He snags the half-empty bottle of lube from the blankets and holds it up, giving it a little tilt as he eyes the contents. ”Looks like you”ve squeezed it into your tight little ass more than once.”
He doesn”t wait for me to respond, I”m not sure what I would say anyway, just flips the cap and aims it at the top of my ass crack, letting it dribble down over my hole. He rubs the toy through the line of lube, coating it and my skin at the same time. Then the tip is against me, the press gentle but insistent. ”Relax, Jules. You already know how good this feels filling that little ass of yours.”
He”s not wrong, but I”ve never had another person put it in, and it”s got me feeling cautious. But Vincent doesn”t ease up. One hand massages my ass cheek, keeping it spread wide as the other slowly works the slippery plug into me. ”That”s right, Angel Face. Show me how much that greedy little ass wants to be filled.”
If I could come from words alone, I would have been gone ten times over at the filthy things he’s saying. I fucking love it. Love how shamelessly he grits the words out, his deep voice a rumble I can feel everywhere. Including my penetrated ass.
When the plug’s all the way in, my ass contracts around the narrow stem of the base, holding it in place. I gasp, and Vincent chuckles again. ”Feels good, doesn”t it?”
I nod but can”t say a word. Pretty sure my lungs aren”t working properly.
Vincent returns to the pile. ”Let”s see what else we have to make you feel good.” He snags a silvery chain, lifting it up. ”I remember these. You fucking tortured me with them.”
He leans over me, his front blanketing my back, and I”m not sure what he”s doing until one arm bands across my chest and he lifts me up to my knees. His hard length grinds against me, shifting the toy in my ass and making me moan.
The side of his face is pressed against the side of mine as the hand with the nipple clamps comes to the front of us. ”See, Jules? If I’d let you come when you wanted, you’d miss out on all of this.” He lifts one of my breasts, fingers twisting the nipple, making me gasp as it pulls tight. When he slips the clamp in place my whole body shudders.
I like toys. They’ve been my best friends for a few years now, and I always imagined what it would be like to use them with a partner. I expected it to be fun. Different. Interesting.
This is none of those things. This is decadent torture. I”m so wet I can feel my flesh slick together with every move, and I”m pretty sure very little of it is from the lube.
My entire body lights up as he twists my other nipple, bringing it to a tight point before pinching on the clamp. Then he tugs on that fucking chain, and the sound that comes out of me is more like a sob than anything else. Desperate and needy.
Vincent’s hand comes to my throat, bracketing it to hold my body against his as his fingers once again go to my clit, teasing alongside it. ”What”s the matter, Jules? Don”t think you can take any more?”
I shake my head, fingers reaching back to grip his thighs, like I can force him to keep touching me until I come. I continue shaking my head even though I know he won”t show mercy on me, and that makes me even wetter.
The hand at my clit slides away and I sag against him. ”I think you can, and I think you will.”
Vincent glances down at the pile again. ”Look what we have here.” He grabs my backup vibrator—a girl can never be too prepared—lifting the purple version of my favorite toy in front of us. ”This looks familiar.” He spins it in his fingers, looking over the device. ”Do you keep this one charged up too?” His thumb presses on the embedded button and a low hum fills the air. Vincent makes his approving sound. ”You don”t like not being able to come when you want, do you, Jules?”
Relief washes through me, because the minute that toy is in place I”m going to come no matter what he does. He won”t be able to stop me, so I shake my head, telling him the truth in the hope that”s what will happen.
It”s not. ”I think I”ll hang onto this then.” The vibrator disappears from my sight, but then I feel Vincent’s cock sliding over me, past the plug in my ass to notch against my core. I expect him to tease me with it, the same way he”s teasing me with everything else. Instead, he spears into me, burying himself to the hilt in one hard, almost violent move.
”You”re so fucking wet, Jules.” He shoves into me again, hard enough to make my ass cheeks bounce and the chain between my nipples swing. ”I can feel you dripping down my cock.”
I’m going to have to take his word for it, because I can’t focus on anything besides the fact that doing it this way means my clit isn’t getting the stimulation it needs. And I think I might peel my skin off if I don’t get to come soon.
“What’s wrong, Jules?” Vincent reaches between my legs, but doesn’t touch me the way I want. Instead his fingers part to spread me wide, the cool air of the room skating over my heated flesh as he exposes it. “Is this little clit feeling deprived?”
“Yes.” I choke the word out so loud it echoes in my ears. I can’t take much more and I’m starting to lose it.
“Then tell me you belong to me.”
I’ve already admitted that, but I’m happy to say it again if it gets me an orgasm. “I belong to you.”
“Tell me every inch of you is mine.”
Another demand I’m happy to agree to. “All of me is yours.”
“Tell me I can fuck you any way I want.”
I know exactly what he wants and I’m more than happy to give it to him. I want Vincent in a way I’ve never wanted anyone. Desperately. Completely. Obsessively. I want to feel him everywhere. I want him to own every part of me. I want him to fill every part of me. Knowing he wants the same thing only feeds the need driving me to desperation.
“You can fuck me any way you want.” I grunt as he shoves into me again. “Any time you want.” Another hard slam of his body into mine. “Anywhere you want.”
I expect him to be satisfied with my answer. Pleased that I’m giving him what he wants.
But his voice is deeper than I expect, his tone darker than I’ve ever heard, when he says, “I know.”
He releases me, shoving my face back down to the blankets. His dick slams into me again as pressure builds in my ass. The plug pops free but his thumbs rest on either side, keeping me open. The hard line of his cock slides out of my pussy and then it’s there, pressing against my slick hole.
“You’re gonna take every inch of me, Jules, understand?” He presses deeper, working past the tight ring of muscle. “And when you do, I’ll put your best friend here in that greedy cunt of yours and let you come while I fill your ass.”
I swear I can count the smooth roll of each of the studs lining his dick as he works it inside me, the slippery slide of the lube easing his way. I saw textured plugs when I was shopping, but decided against it. Now I’m kicking myself for it. The sensation isn’t nearly as obvious as I expected, but it almost adds a little jolt of pleasure each time one slips through.
“I wish you could see how good you’re taking me, Jules.” Vincent’s voice is tight and rough as he continues pressing deeper. The cap of the lube flips open again and a dribble of it hits my skin, sliding right down to where he’s slowly invading my body. “It’s fucking beautiful.”
If I wasn’t currently dying from over stimulation, I’d be soaking up the reverence in his words. Basking in the glow of finally being wanted and desired the way I’ve waited for. But all I can think about is my impending orgasm. How good it’s going to feel when it finally happens.
When Vincent’s hips bump my ass, I gasp. Not because of how full I feel, but because I know what’s coming. And I’m so ready for it I’m panting like a freaking dog.
“So fucking perfect.” Vincent goes still inside me, his palms working the flesh of my ass. “I knew you would be perfect for me.”
No one’s ever called me that before. Hell, my ex treated me like I wasn’t even close to good enough for most of our marriage. Hearing Vincent say I’m perfect—not just once, but twice—amplifies the sensations overwhelming my body.
And then I hear the sound of my vibrator kicking back on and forget about perfection. I cry out as his hand reaches between my legs to slip it in place.
I think I might die. It’s too much. More than I can stand. The press of the thicker end against my G-spot and the vibration against my clit, coupled with the drag of his slick cock as he slowly fucks me, is going to be the last experience I have here on earth. And I’ll die happy.
But not until I come. Then I can die.
I was already so close I expected it to happen right away, but it’s almost like my body doesn’t know what to focus on. There’s too many good things happening and it’s too much to get where I want to go.
But then Vincent’s low voice turns to a growl as he blankets my back, lips moving against my ear as his thick cock continues shuttling in and out of my ass. “It’s time, Jules. Time to give me what I want.” His hand reaches between my thighs, putting pressure on the vibrator wedged inside me. “Time to come with my cock in your ass.”
His ragged words shoot straight to where his hand presses against me, amplifying the sensations happening there as his dick twitches. He’s going to come in my ass and I’m desperate for it. Desperate to have him fill every part of me.
I rock back against him, chasing his orgasm as much as mine.
Vincent snarls against my skin, his weight leaving my back a second before my upper half is hauled up, one hand at my throat, the other on the chain between my tits. The thrusting of his hips is a little less coordinated as he continues taking the part of me no one else has ever had. “You just can’t stop yourself from testing me, can you, Jules?” He pulls the vibrator free, tossing it to the bed before his hand comes back, fingers sinking into me. “Can’t stop yourself from trying to make me lose control.” He works my body with an expert touch, the solid movement of his skilled fingers so much better than the electric buzz confusing my nerve endings. “I’ll tell you a secret.” His next thrust is a little harder, making the cheeks of my ass bounce and dragging his dick against something toe curling inside me. “I don’t have any fucking control when it comes to you.”
Obviously I don’t either, because the next slide of his fingers sends me into an all-consuming orgasm, my pussy and ass squeezing around his probing fingers and cock.
Vincent’s movements hitch, his grip at my throat tightening as his dick jerks inside me. He grunts against my ear, the hand between my thighs gripping tight. “You feel that, Jules? You feel my cum filling your ass?”
“Yes.” I do. It’s hot and slick and makes the glide of his thrusts even more slippery than they were.
“Tell me you love it. Tell me you love my cock in your ass.” He’s still thrusting, though the movement is a little slower now.
“I love it,” I confess happily, the ultra-wet glide of his dick and the press of his palm bringing me halfway to another orgasm. “Don’t stop.”
Vincent groans. “Such a good, greedy girl.”
His fingers stroke against my clit and I’m gone, coming so hard I can barely breathe. Barely see.
I’m so wrecked I don’t notice he’s eased me back to the bed until his cock slips from my ass, a warm stream of his cum following behind it.
Fucking hell. I think I might have bitten off more than I can chew with this man. The realization has me smiling.
And my smile widens even more when Vincent scoops me off the bed, carries me to the bathroom, and lowers my spent body into the bathtub I was too delirious to notice he’d filled. After slipping in behind me, he reaches around to gently remove the clamps still in place, dropping them over the edge.
I relax against him, head dropping back. “I think you’ve ruined me.”
“Good.” His hand smooths across my skin, like he can’t stop touching me. “It makes us even.”
“Hardly.” I rock my head to one side so I can see his face. “You still know way more about me than I know about you.”
He continues stroking me with a soft touch, calloused fingers gliding over the swell of one breast. “What do you want to know?”
I swallow hard because what I want to know will be difficult for him to talk about, and Vincent usually shuts me down when I bring up tough topics. But I have to ask. “What happened to your mother?”
He’s quiet for a minute, his touch continuing over my body as the warmth of the water sinks into my bones. Finally Vincent takes a deep breath, like he has to prepare himself. “She wanted me to be a pianist. Fully believed I had the talent.”
He pauses and I wait a minute before urging him forward. “Did you have the talent?”
My body shifts as he shrugs. “Does it matter?”
“I guess not.” I try to imagine little boy Vincent sitting at the piano practicing for hours, wanting to make his mother proud. It’s not difficult to conjure up. “Why didn’t you do it?”
“Because she died when I was twelve.” He traces the line of my jaw, following it up to curve around the shell of my ear. “I didn’t even know she was sick. She hid it from me because she thought it would distract me.”
I want to be angry that she did that, but as a mother I understand the need to protect your child. To shelter them from anything that might cause them pain. Isn’t that why I waited until my sons were both out of the house to divorce their prick of a father?
“Her death seemingly came out of nowhere. I didn’t have time to prepare. To brace myself for the loss. One day she was there and the next she was gone.” His voice is soft. “I was devastated.” His fingers slide down the column of my neck. “After that I didn’t play for years. I couldn’t stand the thought of it.”
“But you play now.”
“I do. I started a few years ago.” His soft strokes continue, like touching me makes this easier to talk about. “My house was too quiet.”
It’s just as easy for me to imagine grown up Vincent sitting at the piano, trying to fill the void in his life with something safe. Something that won’t suddenly disappear without warning. “You were lonely.”
“Maybe.”
I roll my head back to look at him again, lifting my brows.
He chuckles, the sound low and deep. “I was used to it. Planned to be alone forever.” His arm slides across my chest, flexing to hold me tight. “But then you showed up and ruined everything.”