Chapter 14 Everett #2
“I lied. I lied.” Her murmurs are followed by quivering legs. She whimpers the moment I bunch her dress up her back. “I swear. I lied. I’m not swollen, at all. I’m sorry.”
One tug and her black lace panties are ripped off her body. She didn’t lie. She is swollen and wet.
Chair out of the way, I drop on my knees behind her, groaning at her sweet scent.
I spread her legs before running two fingers over her wet inner thighs.
“You’re soaked.” Her pink pussy is begging to be eaten out. “Fucking dripping, Aurora.”
My mouth waters for a taste.
Patience.
“I’m not.” The tears in her voice are such a turn-on. “I peed.”
I have my hands on her hips, sinking my teeth into one of her supple ass cheeks. When her screams turn to gasps, I lower my head, licking the wet trail of her arousal on one thigh, then the other.
“Liar.”
“Stop,” she moans. “Stop.”
“Doesn’t”—lick—“taste like pee to me.”
“I-I will pee on you.” She fidgets, clenching her thighs. Trying and failing to control the situation. “I swear.”
“Excuse me if I have a hard time believing a shoplifter.”
I could get lost in her hips for days. Round and firm. Soft and inviting. I’m fucking taking them. Tilting them up. Spanking her to get her to calm down.
Blowing air on her naked sex.
“Fuck you.”
“Filthy fucking prisoner.” My fingers bruise her as I pull her to me.
The kiss I press to her pussy is a warning. The calm before the storm.
Before I find her clit.
My lips wrap around it, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sucking and biting.
“No,” she howls, yet her muscles flex, her body unsure whether to flee or give in to this. “Stop. Stop.”
“As you wish.” Swiftly, I release her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“What?” Her head whips back to glower at me as I move to return to my chair. “Everett?”
The round O shape of her lips is a goddamn invitation. A reminder of last night, when she wrapped them around my cock.
Next time I slide between them, I won’t be there to comfort her. I’ll be fucking her pretty mouth.
My mouth.
I crook my finger in a come-here gesture.
Aurora turns around. Her submission is a plea for me to be a decent man and finish what I started.
Of course I’ll make her come, but I’m not decent. I’m just as filthy, as depraved as my wife.
That’s why I’m making her wait.
“Breakfast.” I tear a piece of whatever food is closest to me. A pancake? Fine. Whatever. “Right now.” I tap my knee for her to come closer.
“Everett.” That pleading voice will be my undoing. It’s as dangerous as the sight of her crawling to me. “Please. I need to—”
“Open up, and I might let you.” Dangling the syrup-soaked pancake slice near her mouth, I hold Aurora’s chin.
Her eyes squint briefly before she decides this fight isn’t one she’ll win. She lets me dip the pancake between her teeth. A moan escapes her as soon as it lands on her tongue, eyelashes fluttering.
My nostrils flare. My ribs are about to crack.
Feeding her—my collared, kneeling wife—shouldn’t be sexual. Shouldn’t pull at my heartstrings.
All logic fails me the moment she closes her lips around my fingers, sucking the syrup off them.
Unable to help myself, I dart my tongue out, swiping it over what’s left of her arousal on my lips.
I want to fuck her mouth with my cock. Want to do it with the pancake still there.
Instead, I pull out my fingers.
As starved for food as she is for sex, Aurora chews and swallows the pancake within seconds.
My pulse roars in my ears. My heart hammers in my chest.
She won’t get to see that part of me. The part that she holds in the palm of her hand.
Never.
“Suck them fucking clean.” Shoving my sticky fingers into her mouth gets me more of her humiliation. More of her wide eyes. Choked cough.
My inner battle turns into a bloodshed the moment Aurora licks me, then gulps the syrup.
Her throat works. Her tongue slides over my fingers again. Between them.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. This attraction. Being pleased with her.
Tears streak down her cheeks the deeper I push my fingers in her, mercilessly.
“Enough.” My chair scrapes the floor.
The distance from Aurora clears my head.
By some.
“Will you please…” she starts again, voice cracking. “Please…”
Her misery is a thing of beauty, even when she enjoys the pain.
She could’ve waited to be excused. Could’ve gone to the bathroom and gotten herself off there.
Yet here she is, choosing this. Choosing to beg me to make her come.
Me, the man with the power to zap her.
Surprisingly, I’m not disappointed.
“Please what?”
I won’t end this session until I’ve wrung every last drop out of it. Even if it’s torture, stopping myself from fucking her throat.
The coffee’s within reach. I grab it, down half in one swallow and hold it in my mouth.
“I need…” She squirms, fingers clawing the floor. Hips grinding on nothing. “I need…”
I spread my legs, gesturing for her to come to me by crawling.
My new bride trembles as she makes her way over to where I’m seated. Her blue eyes are pools of submission.
The things I’d do to her… They’d be humiliating and painful. They’d turn her into a shell of a person.
Aurora deserves every single one of them.
Except—Fuck.
I’m not just turned on. I’m cracked wide open. For one dangerous moment, I want her without the buffer of hate. Guilt slams into me, but I shove it down.
I’m not supposed to like this.
But I do.
So I turn off the revenge. For the next few minutes, there’s no past, no vendetta.
There’s only her. The pleasure of her.
Aurora’s bottom lip feels soft and wet beneath my thumb. She resists me, just a little, as I pry her lips open wider.
When she relents, I let my fingertip brush over her teeth, the tip of her tongue.
Our gazes burn one another’s, and I don’t think. I lean in to tower over her, blocking out everything else. I yank on her silky hair, making sure she doesn’t move.
She’s my possession. My fuck doll to manhandle however I want.
Except it doesn’t look like I’m forcing her to do anything. With fire lighting her eyes, she darts her tongue out. She’s giving me permission to spit into her mouth.
As if I needed her consent to release the cool coffee into her. I hold her in place, watching the brown liquid spill between her lips. Filling her pretty mouth.
My cock throbs at how well she takes it.
After she gulps it down, I order her, “Lick my lips clean.”
“Will you help me come then?” she says, breathing hard.
“Where’s that pretty please from before?” I cock my head to the side, my voice strained. “Are you back to being a brat? Mistaking us for equals?”
“Fine.”
She can hate me all she wants. She obeys me anyway.
Aurora inches forward. Tilts her head up as high as I let her.
Then—
God. Fuck. Her tongue flattens on my lips, licking them slowly, seductively.
The taste of coffee is replaced with the taste of Aurora as she wipes me clean.
To top it off, she dries me by blowing a soft breath over my wet mouth.
“Good girl,” I grit out. She moans at the praise, a pained sound. A pleading sound. “Good fucking girl.”