Chapter 23
The last few days almost killed me. Never in my life had I wanted tofuck someone so badly but deprived myself of it to prove something.
And that was what I was doing.
Proving to Savannah what her life would be like if she submittedto me instead of playing bullshit games. Games she didn’t stand a chance at winning.
Every night, I went to bed with the most painful erection I’d ever had,and as soon as I knew Savannah was asleep, I’d creep into the bathroom to fuck my hand, just to relieve the pressure of needing to be buried in her sweet cunt again.
But I was determined I wasn’t going to touch her until she acceptedher fate, something which she was close to doing, she just needed a final shove.
I couldn’t fucking wait until she finally succumbed, and I was hopingtonight would be the night. Over the last few days, I’d been planning an event behind her back, wanting to surprise her, and I was confident that by the end of the night, she’d be eating out of my hands, and I’d be eating her pussy.
Shortly after my call with Savannah, Brian informed me they were onthe way to the shops. Of course, I hadn’t given her complete freedom to choose what dress she wanted to wear tonight. I’d hand-picked four dresses, and Harriett, the personal stylist who would meet Savannah at Neiman Marcus, would instruct Savannah that she had to pick one of them.
What Savannah didn’t know was that I’d already paid for all four, andthe dresses she didn’t pick would be moved to her wardrobe ready for the next event I would take her to.
The rest of the day passed in the blink of an eye. I ran Sherry raggedwith final instructions to make sure the evening went smoothly. I knew that once Savannah found out what tonight was in aid of, it would become important to her, and therefore important to me.
Satisfied everything had been planned to perfection, I left my officeand headed home to get changed, and pick up my beautiful wife. I couldn’t wait to see what dress she’d picked out, but more than that, I couldn’t fucking wait to see if she was wearing the underwear I’d selected for her.
The house was silent when I arrived but I knew Savannah was home.It had become an ingrained habit to check the tracking app regularly to make sure she was where she said she was.
Not that I thought she’d run. I was more than confident that Savannahwouldn’t be going anywhere.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Savannah was falling for me.
Good.
It was about time she caught up to where I was.
Heading straight up to our bedroom, I pushed open the door, freezing on the spot as the air whooshed out of my lungs at the sight before me.
Savannah was lying on her side on the bed, one arm propping herhead up, the other resting on the curve of her hip. Her juicy tits were spilling out of the red lacy bra that was so damn see-through, I could see her rosy nipples from where I stood.
As my gaze trailed down her body to the matching red lacy panties,she parted her legs slightly, showing off the crotchless part.
My cock was hard in an instant.
“Welcome home, husband,” Savannah purred, a sultry smile crossingher lips. “I thought I’d show off what your money bought you.”
I smirked, not missing the double entendre. “Money well spent, in myhumble opinion,” I replied, loosening my tie to get some air into my body.
At this rate, I was likely to keel over from lack of oxygen.
“I’m glad you think so,” she said, shifting her legs a fraction more,and giving me a glimpse of her glistening pussy, before her hand moved from her hip to caress the front of her underwear.
I stared at her as I pulled my tie off. As I moved to undo the buttonson my shirt, I debated as to whether I wanted to feast on her cunt first or flip her over and fuck her from behind. But when a flash of smugness lit up her face, I paused, and I knew without a doubt, she was playing a game.
My sweet Savannah thought she could break me. Get me to give inand fuck her, and as much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to lose now. There would only be one person surrendering tonight, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be me.
Stepping into the room, I crept toward her, the smile playing onher lips getting bigger the closer I got. When I reached her, I gently pushed her onto her back, climbing on the bed to hover over her with my lips only an inch away from hers.
“Have you been playing with your pussy, Savannah? Is that why it’ssoaking wet, ready for me to pound it?”
Her pupils widened as she sucked in her bottom lip. “Yes,” shewhispered, her warm breath brushing against my lips. Underneath me, her hand was rubbing against her cunt, but every time she moved, the back of it rubbed against my erection.
“Naughty girl,” I said, lowering my hand to stop her movements. “Idon’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself.”
“I didn’t know I needed permission,” she replied, trying to pull herhand out of my grasp.
“Well then, allow me to set you straight. From now on, if you want totouch your pussy, you will ask me. If I tell you to stop touching your pussy, you will listen.”
“Will I?” she said, a hint of teasing in her tone as she freed her handand started rubbing again.
“Yes, you will,” I growled, my temper beginning to fray at how shecontinued to be defiant.
“And if I don’t?” she said, her voice catching as I grabbed her armagain and held it firmly so she couldn’t move.
I let a malicious smile grace my lips. “Try it. See what happens.”
She didn’t reply straight away, instead, she held my eye, hers filledwith defiance.
“Fine. Please, Nash, can I touch my pussy,” she said, relenting whenher need to climax became too much.
I moved off her, standing back up to look down at her. She was avision of absolute perfection, her legs spread, her glistening cunt peeking through the crotchless panties, her nipples erect through the flimsy material of the bra, and her face flush.
My cock ached with how desperately I wanted to fuck her, but she was stillplaying a game. My sweet Savannah thought she could tempt me into fucking her without asking me for it.
Perhaps she needed to see just how resilient I was.
“You may touch yourself, sweetheart,”I said, crossing the room tograb the dressing table chair, and bringing it over to the foot of the bed so I had a front-row view of her pleasuring herself.
She wiggled up the bed a little so her head was propped on a pillow,and holding my eye, she started moving her hand in between her legs. I sat back in the chair, admiring the sight before me, and doing my damned best to ignore the way my cock was throbbing painfully.
It was pure torture, and every part of me wanted to climb on the bedand fuck her into next week, but I was determined not to give in to her.
Two of her fingers ran up and down her pussy, massaging her clit.She bit her lip, preventing a groan from escaping, and as she increased her speed, her hips started gyrating in time with her hand.
I watched every movement intently, committing this image to memoryfor the next time I took a shower and needed to fuck my hand, which was probably going to be in less than a few minutes.
When she pressed her middle finger into her tight hole and pulled itout, the digit glistened from her juices, and it took everything in me to not grab her hand and suck her finger.
But I wasn’t giving in to her. Not until she gave in to me.
A gasp left her when she plunged two fingers into herself severaltimes before going back to rubbing her clit, and as her whole body tightened for her orgasm to hit, I sat forward.
“Stop touching yourself, Savannah,” I growled.
Her whole body froze, although I wasn’t sure if it was fromcompliance or shock that I’d deprived her of her impending orgasm. I stared expectantly at her, and I could tell it was taking all of her willpower to obey me.
But she did.
Slowly, she removed her hand, resting it on her belly.
I made her wait an entire minute, wanting to see if she would defyme, but to my surprise, she waited quietly for her next command.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart, let me see you play with your cuntagain,” I ordered.
Her jaw clenched, but she trailed her hand back down to her pussy,and she started toying with herself again.
I basked in her obedience, enjoying the rush of power I felt atwatching her do as I commanded.
It was a feeling I would never tire of.
As she dipped her fingers inside herself again, I stood up to towerover her. “Stop,” I ordered, crossing my arms over my chest.
This time, she took her hand away without the slightest bit ofhesitation, her body heaving from where she was breathless.
I couldn’t stop the grin taking over my face. “You obey so beautifully,sweetheart,” I said, the words almost getting stuck from how in awe I was, especially when a shy smile pulled at her lips.
She liked pleasing me.
“Make yourself come.” At my command, she lowered her hand againand rubbed faster at her clit. Seconds later, her legs tensed, and she let out a cry, her body bowing off the bed as her climax crashed into her.
Fucking spectacular.