3. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Victor
She eyes me with a nervous laugh. “Being the pit boss in the casino is one thing; Finn is one of the most powerful men in this city - hell in the country. I’m an idiot for trying to leave him.”
“Stop,” I bite out. “Don’t think like that. He doesn’t deserve you.”
She laughs, “And you do?”
I pull her close and fist my hand in her hair again. I capture her mouth. This time, not being careful or gentle. The kiss is intense, rough. She bites my lip, and I quickly taste the copper tang of blood. I scoop her up and carry her towards the bedroom.
“If I do anything that puts you in a bad headspace, I need you to say ‘red,’” I tell her.
I lower her to the bed, and she lies on her back, smiling at me. “A safeword, huh?”
I nod. “It’s important, sweetheart. Tell me you understand.”
“Victor, I understand. Please.”
I grin. “Begging already? I haven’t even touched you yet.”
She lifts one hand and flashes me her middle finger. I narrow my eyes as if I am mad, but I’m not. I like her sass—it’s not something I’m used to. Most people, not just women, I interact with wouldn’t dare.
“Tell me where you want me to touch you,” I prompt.
“Everywhere,” she whispers.
“Not good enough, sweetheart. Be specific.”
She sits up on her elbows and stares at me for a moment before sitting all the way up. She cups her breasts. They aren’t overly large, but they’re not small either. I imagine they’ll fit in my hands just right. Then she offers them to me.
“I want your mouth here. Make me feel good, Victor. Make me forget about my asshole husband.”
Now that’s a mission I can accept. I plant one knee on the bed between her thighs. I grab her hands and place them on her head.
“Don’t fucking move your arms.”
Before she can answer, I capture a nipple in my mouth, not bothering to be gentle as I suck on it hard, grazing the tip with my teeth. She writhes against me, but her hands never leave her head. Her willpower is impressive.
I bite down, and she squeals, yet her hands stay in place. When I move to the other nipple, I am gentle. Sucking, kissing, swirling my tongue gently around the sensitive nub until she’s moaning and writhing.
Pulling back, I cup her jaw and stare intently into her eyes. “Which do you prefer, Spitfire?”
She flutters her lashes at me. “Which one do you want me to prefer?”
My hand finds her throat and I squeeze gently. “That’s not how this game is played. Be honest with me. Don’t think about what I want. Just answer the question.”
Her eyes grow wide, and she bites her lip as I lean down and graze my teeth over her ear. “There’s no wrong answer, Lili.”
This must convince her because she looks up at me and says, “The first one.”
“And by the first one, you mean you liked it when I was hurting you?”
She squirms as my knee grazes the sensitive spot between her legs.
She scoots closer trying to hump my knee with her wet cunt. When I back away, she pouts.
“No pouting, just answer truthfully. You liked it better when I was being rough with you?”
“I did,” she admits softly. “It’s different from when Finn is rough with me.”
I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand reassuringly. “I imagine that’s because he’s not thinking about your pleasure when he hurts you. Your pleasure is the only thing I care about.”
“And I care about yours,” she confesses. She leans forward, finally lowering one hand and reaching out as if to cup my cock through my slacks.
I stop her by gripping her wrist and bringing it back to join her other hand on top of her head.
“I didn’t tell you to move your hands.”
She grins but settles her hands back into place.
“Something tells me I’m not going to be giving any orders tonight, am I, Victor?”
I laugh as I reach down and grip a nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger. “If you’re a really good girl, I’ll let you have one turn.” I pinch until she squeals. And then I push her back on the bed and spread her legs.
I am confronted by the bruises, and once again my blood is boiling. I’m tempted to demand her husband’s name so I can track him down and give him a taste of his own medicine. Some of these marks are fresh, which means he hurt his wife mere hours before fucking her best friend.
The man is scum, and I irrationally want him dead.
But I can’t focus on that right now. Lili deserves an enjoyable experience since I’m the one who suggested this. Not knowing her triggers means I’m hesitant to inflict the pain she says she prefers, but I’ll check in often and not take things too far. I press a kiss to the angriest of the marks before I tear my gaze away and focus on the delicacy before me.
I drag a nail gently across her clit and she shudders. “A man with long nails. That’s uncommon.”
“They have their uses,” I say as I pull her labia apart and bury my nose in her cunt.
“Victor,” she gasps when I inhale deeply. “That’s embarrassing.”
I dig my nails into her outer thighs, wanting to avoid the marks left by her monster of a husband.
“Don’t be embarrassed by your scent. It’s arousing as fuck.”
She hisses as I dig my nails deeper, and I resist the urge to drag them across her skin, leaving marks of my own.
Before she can say anything else, I bury my face between her legs again and drag my tongue across her clit. She bucks her hips, pressing herself harder against my face. “Victor,” she cries.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I croon as I slide one finger inside her wetness.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted it this bad,” she admits.
With a chuckle, I bend to suck her clit into my mouth. I suck hard and graze my teeth across the little bundle of nerves as I slide a second finger inside. My nails are long, so I have to be careful not to scratch the sensitive flesh wrapped around my fingers. Her pussy twitches, and she squeezes my digits.
I suck harder. I want her to come undone against my tongue. She tries to sit up and slide a hand into my hair, but I reach up and stop her by digging my nails into one tit. I let go of her clit and raise my head.
“Lie back, put your hands over your head, grip the sheets if you have to. I don’t want your hands moving.”
“Yes, Victor,” she whimpers.
I want to hear her call me Sir or Master Victor, but I won’t push that on her tonight. Power exchange is a delicate balance, and this is just a one-night stand—we don’t know each other like that, and just the sound of my name on her lips is enough.
I continue my assault on her dripping wet cunt until I can tell she’s nearing the edge of orgasm. You shouldn’t have to ask a woman if she’s close—if you can’t tell, you’re doing something wrong. Just as she’s about to fall over, I pull away and bring my hand down hard on her cunt with a loud smack.
She cries out in shock, and her eyes fly open wide. Then I slide up her body and capture a nipple in my mouth again. I make no pretenses about being gentle. I bite down while grasping the other nipple between my nails.
When she’s wailing my name, I let go of the nipple in my mouth and put my lips next to her ear, keeping my grip on the other nipple with my nails.
“Is this okay? Do you need to say red?”
“Green,” she shouts—and I’m impressed. She has at least some knowledge of the safeword system.
“You’re not lying to me?” I growl pinching her nipple harder.
“No,” she cries. “Please keep going. But let me come, please.”
I let go of the tender nipple and stare at the angry red marks around it. Then I bend to gently lick and suck the pain away before returning to her pussy. The single smack I gave her there was barely enough to make it red, but it has a slight pink hue. My cock hardens at the thought of adding more.
I pinch a nipple hard, and Lili squeezes her eyes shut, gripping the bedspread.
God, she takes pain so well. But there’s a part of me that misses sass. I want her to challenge me, to let me see that defiance in her eyes.
“What if I don’t make you come?”
Her eyes flash, and she starts to sit up, but I immediately return to squeezing a nipple until she squeals.
“Answer the question, Lili.”
“If you don’t let me come, we’re going to find out how much you like my teeth digging into your dick,” she bites out.
I laugh and let go of her nipple. “There’s my little Spitfire.”
“If you want to come, you’ll make sure you’re honest with me. I don’t want to find out when I’m done that I went too far, and you were just too scared to say something.”
She laughs. “I’m not scared of you, Victor. And I’m not scared of Finn. I put up with it for as long as I did because it’s what’s expected of me. But I’m done with that now. I’ve built enough of a name for myself that I can buck expectations.
I stand and shed my slacks and boxers and motion for her to sit up.
“You’re going to ride my face and come on my tongue. Then you’re going to suck my cock while you sit on my face and come again. After that, if your brain still functions, you can be in charge.”
Her eyes narrow, as if she’s contemplating my challenge.
“Only two orgasms? I’m disappointed in how little you think I’m capable of.”
I grab a nipple and pull her closer to me. “We can make it ten.”
Her breath catches, and I know I’ve got her in my grasp.
“Two will be just fine.”
I chuckle. “We’ll see, Spitfire. We’ll see.”
I lay on the bed and stroke my cock as I wait for her to crawl on top of me.
“Sit,” I command when she straddles my face but holds herself up.
At first, she barely touches my face with her delicious pussy, but I grip her hips and settle her firmly over my mouth so I can devour her.
“Ride me, little whore,” I say when she tries to pull up again. “This cunt shouldn’t break contact with my mouth again until you explode.”
I dig my nails into her hips again for emphasis, and she quickly plants herself on me again. I stroke my cock with one hand and keep her balanced with the other as she grinds against my tongue.
Soon she’s whimpering and her body goes tense, a sign she’s close to coming for me.
When she explodes, I almost shoot my load right then, but I want more from her before this night is done, so I let go of my cock and hold on to her with both hands as I milk every tremor from her body that I can before I put my hand on her back and gently nudge her to bend and take me into her mouth.
I take a moment to inhale a deep breath before I dive back into her now drenched pussy. I lick, nibble, and suck on her clit, doing my best not to explode at the first touch of her tongue on my mouth.
She takes me by surprise when she immediately takes my length to the back of her throat. I’m not massive, but I’m not small either, and what I lack in length, I make up for in girth. I know I’m blocking her airway the way she’s taking me in, but she’s breathing through her nose like a champ. She’s no stranger to taking a cock in her mouth.
“Are you going to be a good little wore and swallow all of my cum?” I grunt out when I come up for air.
She bobs her head up and down on my dick and I grunt as I try to hold back my release.
She cups my balls in her free hand, and I nip her clit with my teeth as I drag my nails down her back.
“Scratch me,” she demands. “I want my prick of a husband to see the marks of another man.”
She’s definitely a woman scorned, and I’m all too happy to oblige her request.
I press my nails harder, making sure not to make her bleed as I drag them down her back, raising angry red welts in their path.
She tosses her head back, seeming to revel in the pain, so I do it again as I suck her clit into my mouth. Her lips take my cock again, and this time she sucks harder and bobs up and down at just the right tempo that I’m nearing the edge.
“I’m not coming in that pretty throat until you give me a second orgasm my little spitfire,” I remind her.
“We’ll see about that,” she says as she pops off my dick with a loud, wet popping sound.
Her challenge makes me twitch in her hand, and she gives a satisfied wiggle of her hips against my face.
I slide my hands between our bodies and find her nipples, pinching until she whimpers.
“Are you going to come like a good little whore?” I ask as I keep the pressure over her cries for me to let go.
“Yes, yes, I’ll come,” she gasps, “Please.”
I release her tender nipples and return to lavishing pleasure on her already pulsing cunt. She’s only a minute or two away from giving me what I want.
She sucks me deep again, seeming to enjoy having me deep in her throat. A lot of women enjoy sucking cock, but Lili seems to have made it an art form. I don’t know how much longer I can last.
She stills, my cock locked between her lips as her pussy spasms, and she moans around me through her orgasm. I suck her clit hard as she comes, and she bobs her head up and down a few more times before I explode in her throat. She swallows all of me, and I’m spent by the time she sits up straight and tries to roll off of me.
If she hadn’t just drained me senseless, I would keep her here and wring every last orgasm from her perfect little body that I can and then I would leave.
Instead, my brain is scrambled and I can’t move, so I let her snuggle against my chest and we both fall asleep.
Lili
Bright sunlight hits my face, and I blink against it as I stretch in the king-sized bed. Last night is a fucking blur. I’m sore, but I also feel lighter than I have since I found out my no-good husband is cheating on me.
I think I must have spent thirty thousand dollars last night, and I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not. Instead, I’m exhilarated.
Meeting the sexy pit boss and accepting his invitation to get a room is so outside of my character. I’ve been groomed to be the perfect wife to a powerful man. I host fundraisers and luncheons, I sit on the board of a dozen charities, and I make sure I always look perfect in photos. If I smile too much, I’m criticized for being flighty. If I don’t smile enough, they call me a bitch. It’s an exhausting life, really. The divorce is going to be messy and embarrassing, and I probably won’t be able to show my face anywhere in Las Vegas for months after it’s over.
I’ve contemplated moving to California or New York, but I’ve been a part of the Las Vegas community my entire life. I can’t imagine leaving.
And when I came upstairs with Victor, he gave me an experience I’ll never forget. Where is he? After we finished, he held me while I fell asleep, and I very much expected him to be here when I woke up. Somehow, it’s going to devastate me more than being cheated on if he snuck out in the middle of the night.
I glance at the clock and gasp. Fuck. I’m going to be late for brunch with my mother-in-law. Even if I am divorcing her son, she’s powerful in this town, and I can’t stand her up. We’ve become friends over the years, and I want to keep that friendship for as long as I can. Part of me hopes she’ll cut her son off and give me the mantle she’s been planning to pass to him when she retires, but I’m not holding my breath. The bond between mother and son can be difficult to break. Especially one like theirs. It’s disturbing how close they are sometimes.
I roll out of bed and scan the room for my clothes.
As I’m picking up my underwear, the door beeps, signaling that someone has swiped their card.
Victor steps in, looking as pissed off as he looked when I saw him in the casino last night. Something tells me that’s his usual expression.
I smile at him, and don’t bother pulling the panties on to save him the trouble of taking them off again.
“Good morning. I’m afraid I’m running late for a meeting, but I’m glad you came back.”
His gaze rakes over my naked body before he looks me in the eye, and I get the sense that something is wrong.
“You’re going to miss your meeting.”
My heart rate increases at the sinister sound of his tone.
“What do you mean?” I ask, hating the wobble in my voice.
He tucks a hand in his jacket. “I mean, Lili, that you have some explaining to do.” His hand comes out of the jacket, and he’s holding a gun. And it’s trained right on me.
“Victor, what the fuck?” I gasp, backing away from him and picking up a pillow to cover my naked breasts.
“You heard me. You’re not going anywhere. Not for a long time, Lili. Or should I say, Mrs. Draven.”