Chapter 27 Declan
DECLAN
Ikick the door to my dressing room shut, pressing Zahra up against the wall as my fingers claw at the back of her dress.
“Careful, Samirah went days without sleep to make this dress. You’ll have to deal with her wrath if even a stitch is out of place.” Her teasing laugh turns into a soft moan as I turn her around and start undoing the corset. Desperate. I am fucking desperate for her.
“Noted,” I groan as her entire back is exposed to me. “No bra?” I growl, trailing hot kisses down her spine.
“Samirah built one into the dress.” She shudders, letting her gown fall to the ground, leaving her in nothing but the faintest hint of a lace thong.
My hands shake with the need to devour her as I trail them up her arms, watching goosebumps form all over her body. Slow, Declan. Take it slow. You have no idea what she’s into or how far she’s willing to take this. “Turn around and let me see you, love.”
She listens immediately, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock twitch.
Zahra’s confidence doesn’t sway a bit as she tosses the loose waves of her hair back, allowing me to take in the sight of her luscious tits and soft curves.
Her nipples are peaking, ready for my mouth, and I can tell her heart is racing from the quick breaths she’s taking.
“You can touch me, you know. I’ll only bite if you tell me too.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that a promise?” All I get is a smirk in response. “Careful, angel. I have to admit my tolerance for letting you take control in the bedroom is much lower than in real life.”
My stomach squeezes at the confession. I won’t ask her to do anything she doesn’t want to do, but as a boss, I know how impossible it is to let go of control.
So much so that the desire for control had also bled into my sex life.
It hasn’t been a problem for any of my one-night stands, and I hope it won’t be a problem for Zahra, but I know better than most how hard it can be for a boss to give up any inkling of power.
Her eyebrows draw together. “What does that mean? Are you a Dom?”
There’s no judgment in her voice, just open curiosity. God, this woman is perfect. My wife, I remind myself, is perfect.
“Yes. A pleasure Dom specifically,” I state, not missing the way Zahra’s thighs squeeze together in response. My sweet girl is turned on.
“What does that mean?” Whether she noticed it or not, she’s taken a few steps closer to me. There it is again. The pull of our energies that always brings us closer.
“It can look different depending on the Dom. For me, it typically means that I use your orgasms as a tool of my domination. Making you come over and over again. Deciding what to do and how to do it, to make you come repeatedly. That’s not to say I don’t get off as well, but it's almost always after I’ve turned my partner into a screaming mess.
You would be in a submissive role in that you’d give me full control over your body, but everything we do is consensual.
We’d have a safe word you could use, in case I ever pushed you too hard.
” I shove my hands into my pockets, wanting nothing more than to wrap them around her soft waist and close the distance between us, but I can’t.
Not until she tells me what she wants. What she’s okay with doing.
Zahra’s pupils dilate, and she licks her lips. Contemplating. “That…sounds amazing. Honestly. But I’m not sure if I can do that. It’s hard enough for me to orgasm once, especially if toys aren’t involved. Multiple times is asking for a miracle.”
Holy shit. She has no idea what she’s just fueled in me. “Would you be willing to try?”
She shrugs. “Sure, as long as you’re okay with being disappointed.”
A growl escapes my lips. “First of all, you could never, ever disappoint me. Second of all, you need to pick a safe word right now. Because I don’t know how much longer I can go without touching you.”
Zahra grabs my suspenders, tugging me closer, and whispers, “Rose.”
“Rose,” I groan as she nods in confirmation. “You’re mine.”
Her expression turns serious. “For tonight.”
Ah. Right. The pesky promise we made to “pretend.” Little does she know I have every intention of breaking that promise and making her mine forever.
I lock our lips in a desperate, harsh kiss, tugging her bottom lip between mine, before lowering my head and latching my mouth onto her breast, sucking hard on one of her nipples while my hand toys with the other.
Her head falls back with pure ecstasy as I rotate between tracing my tongue around her peaked nipple and sucking.
“Fuck, Declan, that feels incredible.”
I groan, pulling away to discard my shirt and pants. “How wet are you?”
“Hmm, I’m not really sure. Maybe you can tell me?” She gives me a coy smile, reaching for her thong and slowly shimmying out of it until it drops to the ground.
Any self-control I have snaps. In an instant, I grab her and move us to the leather coach in the dressing room, adjusting her so she’s seated on my lap. My hands grip the tops of her thighs. “Look up, love.”
She gasps as she finally notices the full-length mirror right in front of us. Her skin is flushed bright red, her hair is already a wild mess, and the skin around her nipple is starting to bruise, forming a hickey. She leans her head back into my chest and places a hard kiss on my neck.
“Good girl,” I praise, drawing out a sweet moan from her. I move her thighs apart slowly, so she’s on full display. My heart beats so fast, it makes my head spin. “Now, look at the mirror and tell me how wet your pussy is.”
Our eyes lock in the mirror as she bites her lip. For a moment, I think she’s going to call this off, but instead, she trails her eyes down her body. “I’m soaked, Declan. Absolutely soaked.”
“Damn straight. And what about my wife’s sweet clit?” I groan as her wetness starts to leak onto my lap.
“Your wife’s sweet clit is swollen and begging to be touched.” She giggles, reaching back and gripping my hair.
“Is that so? Well then, maybe it's time I finally take care of you.” One of my hands stays firm on her chest, holding her in place, while the other trails all the way down to her core. My index finger dips into her pussy, gathering her wetness, and using it to coat her clit. Fucking, hell. Soaked. She was already soaked, and I’ve barely touched her.
Pride fills my chest. Zahra bucks her hips, trying to sink herself deeper onto my fingers when I pull away completely, bringing my fingers to my mouth and tasting her sweetness. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“D-Declan. I need more,” she begs.
“Do you now?” This time, I add two extra fingers, teasing her pussy more and more.
My thumb finally makes contact with her clit, and I watch her in the mirror, trying to figure out how exactly she likes it.
Circles don’t seem to do much for her, neither does moving too fast, but a hard and slow up and down motion has her writhing on top of me—moans filling the room.
“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that. Yes, Declan, yes.” She grabs my thighs, propping herself up so she can grind her hips on my hand. Her eyes fall shut, to my immediate irritation, and I pull my hand away.
Zahra groans in frustration, glaring at me through the mirror. “Why the hell did you stop?”
“Because you weren’t watching me. Watching us,” I correct, moving my hand from her chest and cupping her chin.
“This mirror is here for a reason, love. I want your eyes on us the whole time. I want you to watch the way I’m playing with your cunt while you ride my fingers.
Is that understood?” My tone shifts, demanding, as I let my full Dom side out.
Dammit. I hope I haven’t pushed her too far.
My stomach twists as I wait for her to call this off, but she doesn’t.
Instead, she just looks at me in the mirror and says, “I’m sorry. I’m still learning. Can we try again?”
I slide my fingers deep inside her in an instant, searching for that one spot that will make her scream, hot blood rushing through my body when I find it.
My thumb moves to her clit as I rub against her G-spot, and she grabs my hand, holding it in place.
Her wedding ring shines in the mirror, and seeing my claim on her drives me completely feral.
“Look at my sweet wife fucking my fingers. You’re so damn wet, love.
This pussy was made for me. Made for my fingers.
My tongue. My cock. God, I can’t wait to feel you squeezed around me. ”
“Yes, Declan, yes,” she moans, leaning her head back into my shoulder…and shutting her eyes.
I halt all of my movements again, though I leave my fingers buried inside her.
“Dammit, not again,” Zahra whispers to herself.
“You know the rules,” I scold, “or do I need to remind you?”
She shakes her head, eyes glossy and wide. “No. I was supposed to look at us in the mirror and I closed my eyes. It was my fault. I deserve to be denied,” Zahra pants, desperate.
I feel the precum leaking from my cock. Dammit.
She really is the most perfect human in the whole world, and somehow she’s all mine.
I press a kiss to her forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay?
I know you haven’t used your safe word yet, but we’ve also never done this before.
We can stop whenever you want. I promise I’ll make you come no matter what. ”
The smile on her face makes my heart stop. “I’m alright. Better than alright. I’ve been on the verge of an orgasm at least three times now, which feels nothing short of a miracle. We could stop here and I’d be fully content.”
A rush of rage fills my chest toward every past man she’s been with.
Not only because they got to touch what’s mine, but because they were so incompetent that the action of me almost making her come was worthy of praise.
“I thought I made myself clear. I’m not stopping until I’ve made you come. Over and over again.”
Angling her head back toward the mirror, my fingers start toying with her again.
The pants and moans coming from her are so obscene, I know they’ll be playing in my head forever.
I can’t stop the praise falling from my lips as her eyes lock with mine in the mirror.
“That’s it, Zahra, that’s it, my good girl.
Keep bucking your hips just like that. God, you’re so damn wet.
Look at you drenching my fingers. You want to, come, don’t you?
I can see it in your eyes. My sweet angel.
Use my fingers. Use me. And come. Come right now.
Do you hear me? Come now,” I growl as I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers, signaling her orgasm. “Fuck yes, baby, that’s right.”
Her grip on the back of my head turns painful as she rides out the waves of her after shock. My fingers are back on her clit in an instant, making her squirm against me. “Declan, I can’t. I can’t do it again. It’s too much.”
I refuse to let up. “If you want me to stop, you know what word to use.”
My eyes search hers, waiting for a sign that she really does want me to stop. Instead, she brings my head down to hers and kisses me. Hard. I feel a bolt of electricity shoot down my spine.
The intensity of my strokes pick up in pace, and before I know it, she digs her nails into my forearm as another orgasm hits her again.
By the time I build to the third orgasm, tears start to fall from her eyes alongside her words— “Please don’t stop, Declan.
Never stop. I need more…more. Fuck that feels good…
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good,” she moans.
I grip my cock through my pants and stroke it hard as she writhes under me. It's only when I’m on the edge of coming myself that I stroke her clit just the way that she likes it and let us both fall over into bliss.
We both take a second to compose ourselves. I grab the blanket draped on the back of the couch and wrap it around her like a cocoon, cradling her into my chest. She’s quiet, but I’m surprised given how much energy we just spent. “Are you alright, my love?”
She gives me a small smile. “Yes. Just exhausted. Thank you.”
“No need to thank me for the orgasms,” I tease, giving her a wink.
Zahra shakes her head. “I wasn’t thanking you for that. Or at least not just that. Thank you for agreeing to pretend. For giving me one night of normalcy.”
My throat dries instantly. Right. Pretend.
She’s still deluding herself into thinking that’s all that’s happening between us.
A part of me wants to set the record straight, but the rational side of me knows this isn’t the time.
She’s already had her fair share of vulnerable moments tonight.
If I push her too hard, she’ll shut me out forever.
So instead, I let it be, choosing to savor the rest of the night.