Chapter 81 - Rhyland
Rhyland
Dani shuts the bathroom door, and I smirk as I make a beeline for the closet. I've got a few more surprises up my sleeve for tonight, and I'll be damned if I don't make the most of every fucking second.
I grab what I need and head back to the bathroom, knocking once before barging in. And holy fucking shit, the sight that greets me nearly brings me to my knees.
Dani's standing there like a goddamn goddess, wearing nothing but a scrap of black lace that barely qualifies as panties.
Her perfect tits are out, golden and perky, begging for my hands and mouth.
And fuck me; the highlights in her hair make her look even more irresistible if that's even possible.
The golden streaks match those mesmerizing eyes of hers, adding a whole new level of sex appeal that has my cock straining against my zipper.
It's taking every ounce of self-control I have not to throw her on the bed and ravage her right fucking now.
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as a desert. I adjust my painfully hard erection.
"I almost forgot your other gifts," my voice rough with desire as I set the Jimmy Choo box down on the counter.
Dani tries to play coy, covering her nipples with her hands like some blushing virgin. "Oh? And what's that, Norse god of Naughtiness?" she asks, her voice all breathy and innocent.
I just smirk at the name, stalking her like the predator I am. I circle behind her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Bend over, baby."
She shivers, her heart rate skyrocketing as she slowly places her hands on the counter. I grab her black lacy panties, moving them to the side as I run my fingers through her smooth, silky folds.
Fuck me, she's so goddamn perfect.
"Mmm, baby," I rumble, my cock painfully erect at the feel of her bare skin. "Did you do this for me?"
She looks over her shoulder, her gold eyes swirling with desire. "Maybe," she purrs, her hips pushing back against my hand. "Or maybe I just felt like being extra smooth today."
Knowing she's freshly waxed, smooth as fucking silk, has my blood pumping.
I want to dive face-first into her sweet little pussy, lick and suck that pretty clit 'til she's wailing my name for all to hear.
And don't even get me started on this tight, perfect ass.
It's begging for my mouth, my teeth, my full fucking attention.
Later. I've got all of this night mapped out.
But hell, one little taste won't hurt, right?
I position myself behind her—kneeling, my voice a rough command. "Bend over further, baby. Let me see this gorgeous ass."
Like the good girl she is, she obeys. I spread her open, drinking in the sight. The arch of her back, the curve of her spine, the way her juicy ass jiggles, tempting me... Fuck. Not wasting another second, I bite on one cheek, reveling in her gasp.
Gripping her thighs, I spread her even wider. I flatten my tongue against her smooth cunt and drag it slowly upward until I reach that flawless little hole in her perfect ass.
Dani moans, dropping her head to the counter as I feast on her. Sucking, flicking, savoring every fucking inch. "Fuck, Rhyland... oh my god..." she whimpers, lost to the pleasure. "I love your mouth on me..."
"Yeah? You like being dirty for me, baby?" I growl, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a mark. "Like it when I eat this ass like a fucking animal?"
"Yes... god, yes," she pants, pushing back against my face as I devour her.
I'm relentless, burying my face between her cheeks, my cock leaking in my pants. I'm gonna get her soaked, desperate, aching for what I've planned.
My fingers find her clit, slick with her arousal. I rub soft, teasing circles as I continue to devour her ass, my tongue relentless. The combination has her gasping, her hips rocking desperately against my face.
"Rhyland, fuck... I'm so close..."
As much as I want to feel her come undone, to taste her release on my tongue, I know I have to hold back—I need her on the edge, desperate for more.
I've been gentle with my angel lately, treating her like spun glass as we navigated the dangers of Aquaria.
But now, my naughty little vixen has a punishment coming, one that's long overdue.
And by the time I'm done with her, she'll be a begging fucking mess for mercy, for release, for anything I'm willing to give her.
I pull away, my fingers trailing up to pinch her swollen clit between my thumb and forefinger. Her whole body tenses, every muscle coiled tight as I hold her right on the brink.
"No, no, no, no," she moans, her head falling back as she begs for release. "Rhyland... please, I need…let me come..."
I stand up and adjust my erection. I chuckle darkly, nipping at her earlobe. "Eyes forward, Angel."
She obeys, and I quickly wet the object in my mouth before slowly working it into her tight little pussy. She gasps and moans, her body trembling as I stretch her open.
"Fuck, Rhyland," she whimpers, her nails digging into the counter. "What…what is that?"
I ignore her question, pushing the toy in deeper. "Just relax."
When it's finally seated inside her, I pull her panties back into place, giving her ass a little slap for good measure. She yelps, spinning around to face me with fire in her eyes.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," she says, all haughty and demanding, "but I thought I was the one who won the bet. Therefore, you pay up in sexual favors."
I smirk, my eyes raking over her naked body. "You did, baby. But we never agreed on when I would pay on that bet."
Her eyes flash, her cheeks flushing with anger and arousal. "What? Dammit, Rhyland, you don't play fair! And what the hell did you put in me?"
"You'll see, baby. But first, I've got one more gift for you."
I hand her the Jimmy Choo box, watching her eyes widen with shock—suddenly forgetting our little argument. "No. No fucking way," she breathes, her hands shaking as she opens the lid.
Inside are the shoes I picked and bought for her—black high heels with asymmetric gold floral hardware, crystal embellishments, and a buckle ankle strap. They're sexy as hell, just like my girl.
"How? What?" she stammers, her eyes flying up to meet mine. "Do you know how expensive these are?!"
"Clearly, baby, I do."
"How the hell do you know my size?"
I laugh, pulling her into my arms. "Baby, I know more about you than you think," nipping at her bottom lip. "I've spent countless hours studying every inch of you, memorizing every curve and hollow. Your shoe size is just the tip of the fucking iceberg."
She narrows her eyes at me. "You sneaky bastard," she accuses, poking me in the chest. "Have you been snooping through my things?"
I shrug, completely unrepentant. "Guilty as charged, Angel. But can you blame me? I had to know everything about my sexy little mate, including what size heels she wears."
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You're impossible, you know that? Most guys ask a girl what she likes. They don't go rifling through her closet like a creeper."
I grin, my hands sliding down to grab her ass. "Ah, but I'm not most guys, now am I? And trust me, baby, by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll be thanking your lucky stars that I'm so thorough."
Dani looks up at me, her hazel-gold eyes blazing with exasperation and heat. "You're lucky you're so damn hot, you know that? Otherwise, I might punish you for being such a creep."
"Punish me? Fuck, baby, that sounds like a challenge."
Her eyes narrow, that sassy little smirk playing on her lips. "Oh no, we are not going down that road, Rhyland. This is supposed to be my date night. A nice, normal date that I won fair and square."
"Mmhmm," I hum, not even trying to hide my amusement. Whether she realizes it or not, she's already thrown down the gauntlet.
"You know what? Fine. You want to play? We can play," she huffs, her chin tilting up defiantly. "But don't come crying to me when you can't handle what I dish out, you, Exasperating Eon-walker."
I lean in close, my voice a low growl. "Oh, I can handle anything you throw at me, Angel. The question is, can you?"
She pushes at my chest, but I can see the way her pupils dilate, the way her breath catches. "Now, if you'll excuse me, you brute, I need to put on this beautiful dress so you can take me out like a gentleman."
I let her shove me towards the door, not even trying to hide my shit-eating grin. "Whatever you say, Angel. Just remember you started this little game. Don't be surprised when I finish it." I grab her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Do not take that out. Understand?"
She starts to roll her eyes, but I yank her attention back to me. "Don't," I growl, my tone leaving no room for argument. "And don't roll those gorgeous eyes at me."
She takes a shaky breath, her pupils dilating as she nods.
As I close the door behind me, I hear her mutter, "Fucking arrogant Viking." But there's no real bite to it, just a promise of the fun we're about to have.
Oh, this night just got a hell of a lot more interesting. My feisty little vixen thinks she can challenge me? Fuck, I'm gonna enjoy putting her in her place over and over again.
Let the games begin, Angel. You have no idea what you're in for.