22. Michaela
Michaela
W hile we were swaying to the beat of a mellow song, I made the mistake of revealing I couldn’t go along with Phoenix’s earlier demand.
His blue eyes veiled in a threatening shade of dark, navy-blue, similar to an ocean before a violent storm.
He then grabbed me by the hand and pulled me off the dance floor.
It’s not like I could protest without raising a few eyebrows.
So here we are, leaving our own party in a mad rush.
“Phoenix, you’re walking too fast.” I do my best to keep up with his long, determined strides. He’s holding me by the hand and dragging me behind him.
“You disobeyed me,” he says from over his shoulder.
I wrinkle my nose at his words.
“You need to understand there are consequences, wife.”
“You’re taking this obey thy husband a little too far. Not only is it archaic, it wasn’t even in our marriage vows.”
He ignores my protest. “Before I left the bedroom, I told you what I expected of you, Michaela.”
I roll my eyes even though he’s so steadfast in his mission, he can’t see me.
“I can’t believe we’re arguing about this.”
“How dare you clean yourself up after I told you not to?”
“Your demand was unreasonable,” I say, exasperated. “I wasn’t going to sit down with Abuelita Noelia smelling like… like sex. And, slow down, already.” I pull against his hand.
Without warning, he stops.
I almost bump into him.
He turns around and his gaze drops to my strappy high heels.
He humphs and sweeps me off my feet like a king would his queen.
“Your heels are sexy as fuck, but they aren’t made for walking.”
“I was unaware a midnight stroll was part of the program.”
“Last minute addition,” he says and resumes his mission.
My need to win this argument fades the minute my head rests against his strong chest. I wrap my arms around his neck and indulge in the moment.
I could get used to this.
He carries me like this until we reach a building that’s detached from the mansion.
He drops me to my feet with care and reaches in his pocket for something. He points whatever he’s holding to a set of beautifully ornate heavy metal doors. “Get inside.”
Lights turn on automatically when I step inside.
I turn around to face him. “The garage?”
“No one will think of looking for us in here.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”
A dangerous smile crosses his face. “You’ll change your tune soon enough, kitten.”
I avert my gaze. I have to, because what I read in his eyes both scares me and turns me on like crazy.
I scan the expansive space, nodding as I take in luxury car after luxury car.
The lighting is a bit too harsh and too bright, which makes the walls look even whiter.
This isn’t just any old garage. This rivals the pristine showrooms you’d expect to see in Beverly Hills.
“Dad has an enviable car collection, and my brothers and I keep a few of the valuable vintage rides we acquired during our boy band days here,” Phoenix says.
“You brought me here to show me your luxury cars?”
“Not even close.” Heat emanates from his eyes.
“Why are we here?” A tinge of worry color my words.
He approaches me.
I take a step back.
He points to the floor. “I want you right here.”
I return to my initial spot.
“Better.” He reaches out and runs a finger along my neck.
I shiver.
“I’ve been hard since you came downstairs, as tempting as a sexy angel in a white, fitted one-shoulder dazzler.”
After Wilder came looking for us, I convinced Phoenix to go ahead without me, stating I needed to touch up my makeup and hair after our scorching embrace. That was only part of the reason.
“Looking at your fine ass sway under this cock-hardening dress was torture. Don’t get me started on the high slit.
” His eyes drop to my leg. “Fucking hot.” His gaze meets mine.
“Here I was smug with the knowledge we shared a dirty little secret. Then, I find out the truth.” He takes me by the chin.
“When I tell you I want my cum to remain inside your pussy, I mean just that.” His voice is a low rumble.
Why did I even bother with panties? They’re soaked through. “Phoenix––”
He places two fingers against my lips, silencing me.
With his eyes burning into mine, he traces a line from my chin down my throat, and then to the center of my chest. He snakes his fingers under my bra and runs his thumb over my hard nipple.
My body trembles at the contact.
“My beautiful wife… so disobedient.”
I’m too turned on to speak, let alone think.
“Remember what I promised you?”
My eyes shift from left to right, playing back his words in my head.
“Let me help,” he says. “I promised you three more orgasms––one of them, courtesy of my tongue.”
If I thought I was wet before, now it’s a river down there. “Shouldn’t we wait until later? When it’s the two of us?”
“Guess what, kitten? It is later, and it is just the two of us. You’re going to enjoy your punishment as much as I’ll enjoy administering it.”
With one hand gripping my wrist, he places the other against my chest, and forces me to walk backward until I’m standing near a yellow vehicle. I look over my shoulder. Not that I’m a car aficionado, but even I’m certain this Italian-made luxury ride cost a fortune.
“Once you come all over my tongue, I’m going to fuck you raw on my vintage yellow Ferrari.”
“Oh God.”
“Is it a first for you, Michaela?”
“So far, this is a day packed with firsts.”
“Good.”
I should be concerned about his wolfish grin, but my clit is throbbing with way too much anticipation to care at this point.
“On your back.”
He helps me get in position.
The cool metal of the luxury sports car’s hood does little to dampen the fire burning inside me.
Without warning, Phoenix walks away.
I scramble to sit up. “Where are you going?”
“Stay down.”
His domineering nature is such a turn on.
“Okay” I rest my back on the car.
He’s back.
My core tightens as I take him in.
God, he’s breathtaking.
The first three buttons of his crisp white shirt are undone. He’s no longer wearing his tuxedo jacket, and the bowtie is gone.
I wish he’d lose the shirt altogether.
Everything was so fast and unexpected earlier, I didn’t get enough time to admire his chiseled muscular body or salivate all over the mouthwatering V-muscle leading to his perfect, thick cock.
I look down at his hand and frown.
“The moving blanket will protect my clothing,” he says without me having to ask.
“Smart.” I’m impressed.
“Scuffed shoes and ripped pants stand out. We don’t want to be that obvious.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Feet on top of the hood.”
“With my heels still on?”
“Yes.”
“Won’t it damage the paint?”
His gaze bores into mine. “Trust me, kitten, your sexy as fuck silver strappy heels aren’t going to stay on that hood for long.”
I obey.
Phoenix drops the moving blanket to the floor.
For a long beat, he stares at me.
My body heats up like a furnace under his lustful gaze.
Just when I’m about to beg for him to put an end to this insufferable torture, he reaches underneath my dress. His fingers travel up my trembling thighs until they brush against my covered pussy. My very wet pussy.
“You’re an eager little kitten.” He takes his time teasing me.
I squirm under his touch.
“I can smell yourhunger,” he says, moving his fingers to the waistband of my panties.
Dear God.
This man’s mouth…
He tugs my panties, and I lift my bottom off the hood so he can slide the elastic over myass.
He pulls them all the way to my ankles before untangling them from my heels.
The delicious sensation of my slickness dragging between my legs nearly makes me lose my mind.
He brings the seamless panties to his nose and inhales my scent.
“I shouldn’t want to taste you this badly, kitten.” His hands running up my thighs. “I’m willing to bet my fortune, you’ll taste sweeter against my tongue than you did when I licked your juices off my fingers when you were in my office.”
My chest heaves, my breasts swollen underneath the fabric of my matching strapless white sheer bra at his admittance.
“God, I want to feel your tongue down there.”
My eyes widen in shock. I didn’t mean to say those words out loud.
He flashes me a wolfish grin. “Down there? Where’s that?”
I drop my eyes between my parted legs.
“Words, kitten.”
“My pussy.”
“What do you want me to do to your pussy?”
“I want you to do what you promised.”
“What was that?”
“You promised your tongue on my pussy?” That came out sounding more like a question than a statement. The supreme self-assuredness oozing from him is intimidating.
A smile curls his lips. “I love those dirty words on the lips of my prim and proper wife, but no, kitten, I’m not going to put my tongue on your pussy, I’m going to fucking devour the pussy that now belongs to me like a ravenous beast. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll be praying to God, the saints, and all the angels in Heaven.
Fuck, I’ll make sure you think you’re flying to Heaven. ”
I swallow.
“Spread them wide for me.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice.
He kneels in front of me and bores his eyes into mine.
He runs his fingers up the length of my thighs in a languid caress.
My body shudders.
“Your pretty pink pussy is mine for the next three hundred and sixty-five days,” he says. “I’ll touch it, ravish it with my mouth and fuck it when I want. And, more importantly, I’ll make you come as many times as I want.”
A low moan escapes me as my thoughts melt into a pull of lust.
I swear I just climaxed.
His fingers slide from my pussy to an untouched part of me.
I gasp.
“And this…” He circles my sacred spot, and I tighten my ass cheeks in fear he’ll go further. “Tsk. Relax.”
I try, I really try, but my body is still tense.
“Phoenix, I’ve never…” I bite my lower lip.
“You will with me.”
I blink at him in shock.
“I’m not going to fuck you there until you’re ready, but you’ll take my cock in your ass and you’ll thank me.”