Chapter Four
CHAPTER FOUR
Olivia
I love it when he watches me. From that first night when he appeared in my room, before we were even married, and ordered me to touch myself while he looked on, I’ve always had a kink for him watching while I get myself off. Maybe it’s because his heavy eyes are always so hard and his face could be made of stone. But the rest of his body betrays him.
I take a peek over my shoulder.
His brow twitches and his muscles are tense. Fighting against his shirt. There’s a flush between his collarbones. I know he’s rock hard, I can see the ridge under his pants.
A thrill goes down my spine and makes my spine arc even higher. I can already feel that deep itch between my hips, a sign of impending orgasm. He’s trained me to come quickly and easily after all this time. I can feel the orgasm building deep in my pussy as he watches me rub my clit, bent over and fully exposed.
He makes a sound deep in his chest, a growl and groan of pure need. I glance back again and he’s got his head cocked. The bit of silver in his hair glints in the firelight. His cold hazel eyes are heavy, distracted with lust.
He takes a sip of whiskey. “Two fingers in your cunt, ride your clit on the heel of your palm.”
Oh God, he’s so dirty. I brace my knee on the edge of the bed and slip two fingers deep into my pussy as the heel of my hand contacts my most sensitive point. I work my fingers inside, rubbing my clit and the entrance of my sex over my open palm. Pleasure surges and I have to dig my other hand into the bedspread to keep from toppling over. I must be dripping as I come because he swears under his breath.
It’s such a high, knowing all I have to do is spread my thighs and he’s rock hard and ready to go.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
The praise goes to my head. As potent as the champagne he poured me.
“Now take that plug and put it in your ass.”
My heart picks up, even faster than it was going before. There’s something so humiliating and thrilling about him watching me. Having to put in a plug while he sits there like a god, half shadowed by the fire, is so humiliating and arousing I can’t think straight. With shaky hands, I wet my fingers with lube and spread it over my asshole.
He makes that sound again. A heavy growl.
He’s getting impatient. I soak the plug and reach between my thighs. Cold metal touches my asshole and my hips shiver.
“Push it in, baby,” he says softly. “You can take it for me.”
I’m a puppet in his strings, I couldn’t disobey that silky deep voice if I wanted to. Muscle memory takes over and I bear down, relaxing my muscles at the same time. The plug slips inside and I give myself a moment to adjust to it inside me as the metal warms. I shift my hips, feeling the familiar fullness, the stretch that hurts and makes my pussy soaked at the same time.
My legs wobble. I sink down on my knees.
“Pull your panties up,” he says. “And your dress down.”
I manage to obey, covering myself. I feel the little charm touch my skin as I pull my thong up and settle it over my hips.
“Come here,” he orders.
He uncrosses his legs, spreading his knees. The outline of his cock pushes out. I can’t keep my eyes off it as I approach him, pausing between his shoes. He doesn’t speak, he just points down at the floor at his feet. Arousal floods my body and his eyes follow me as I sink down to my knees and turn my face up.
He passes the whiskey glass from one hand to the other and dips his fingers in. The round ice is melted down until it’s the size of a quarter, fitting between his finger and thumb.
“Open your mouth,” he says, his voice husky. Smooth like silk, luxurious like the diamonds he wraps around my body.
I obey, parting my mouth. He puts the ice to my lips, tracing them slowly. Dragging the cold bite and the scent of whiskey back and forth until it drips down my chin.
He leans in and my breath hitches. Our eyes lock and I fall through cold space, knowing there’s heaven on the other side. I barely see him put the ice between his teeth until he’s bitten down hard enough to shatter it. The cold flakes fall over my chin as he spits the pieces onto my tongue.
I swallow the melted bits. They taste like whiskey and my husband.
He leans back. “You’re a good fucktoy, baby,” he praises softly.
I blush. “Thank you, sir.”
He sets his whiskey glass aside. His eyes are cold and his face is unreadable. I watch his hands go to his belt, unfastening it. Slowly. He pulls his zipper down and pushes the fabric aside to unleash his cock. My pussy pulses at the sight of it. Thick, hard, and leaking from the tip. My mouth waters.
“Lick your lips,” he says.
I obey.
“Hands behind your back.”
I tuck them.
He gathers my hair, stroking through my scalp. Letting his fingers graze my temples. He gathers it into one fist at the nape of my neck and takes his cock with the other hand.
“Relax,” he says softly. “I’m going to use your pretty mouth to get off, baby. Tap my leg if you need out.”
My stomach flips. God, I love it when he uses me like a toy.
He pushes my face into his lap. His warm cock slides between my lips. He tastes so good, familiar and clean. He slides his length as far as he can and I close my eyes and go to the place mentally that helps me keep from gagging as he fills every inch of space. My mind goes blank and my throat relaxes. He feels it and he pushes until my mouth is against his groin.
It’s so sweet to be Lucien’s toy.
He uses my hair to lift and lower my head. Saliva drips down my chin, but he keeps going. I hum deep in my throat and he groans, his cock going so hard I can’t breathe. He pushes me as far back as he can without hurting me and I feel him come. Spilling himself into the back of my throat.
He lifts me to my feet, my mouth tingling. Our eyes lock and I swallow everything he gave me.
“Fuck, Liv,” he breathes.
He backs me up, across the room. Tipping me back onto the bed and pushing me up against the pillows. He kneels between my thighs, bracing himself on one hand. His palm cups the underside of my calf and guides my ankle up to rest on his shoulder.
He turns his head and kisses the wine red strap of my heel where it sits over my ankle bone. His lids are lowered, but I know his gaze is heavy with need. His mouth moves lower, his lips brushing the side of my arch. Right where I’m most sensitive.
My toes curl and he inhales sharply. His eyes snap to mine and they’re glittering.
“Are you going to spread those pretty thighs and show me your cunt, baby?” he murmurs.
I swallow, mouth dry, and nod.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, sir.”
His brow twitches and he cocks his head. Heat flames in my cheeks and I know what he wants. I look down and back up through my lashes. How does he still make me shy after all this time?
“I’ll spread my thighs and show you my cunt, sir,” I whisper.
He bends, kissing my clit. Sending a shock of electricity through my hips.
“Good girl.”