Chapter 41 #3
His eyes darken as he takes the glass from me. He takes another sip, before setting it down and taking a drag of the cigar. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he pulls me closer, placing his closed lips on mine. I part them slightly on instinct, letting him slowly blow rings of smoke into my mouth.
The air feels charged, and the control he usually wields to keep me at arm’s length is absent. Maybe fourth time’s a charm. I just know it will be even better than the third.
I swirl the smoke that makes it into my mouth momentarily before pulling my lips to one side and exhaling.
Raf doesn’t move his face away, and I use my tongue to trace the inside of his lips before dipping into his mouth.
He follows my lead and swirls his tongue with mine in languid strokes, savoring the taste of his guilty pleasures.
I melt into him and turn my body so I can straddle his lap instead, wedging my knees between his thighs and the armrest. If this stubborn man who’s always in control is going to give me an in, you can bet I’m going to take it.
The skirt of my dress inches up with the new position, exposing my underwear in the process.
He runs his hands up my thighs, his fingers toying with the multiple straps and hardware he finds there.
Fingering the silver hardware on my underwear before plucking at one of the elastic straps hard enough that it snaps back against my skin, he growls possessively in my ear, “What the fuck are these, and why the fuck is my wife wearing them to a girls’ night out?”
“Last I checked, you don’t get a say in what underwear I wear—or who gets to see it.”
“Hmmm, true. And last I checked, I’m the one who fucked you so good, your pussy drips at the memory.
” Taking hold of my top-knot, he gives it a firm pull so my neck is now exposed to him, the delicious bite turning me on just as much as his jealousy-laced reprimands.
He latches on with his mouth and sucks hard.
I hiss, taking pleasure in the pain. It tells me he feels something.
It tells me I’m alive. Something I need reminding of when the darkness descends.
“I wear slutty underwear for me, and I decide if my husband should be so lucky to peel it off me. My body, my rules,” I say against his lips.
He chuckles low and dark, and it sends a shiver through me.
“I think you’re forgetting who makes the rules around here, wifey,” he says, his fiery gaze flicking to my mouth before he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and drags them over it while slowly undoing the zipper down my back.
He follows the same path with his fingertips.
“Go stand in the middle of the room,” he commands.
Still holding onto the front of my dress, I climb off him and slowly walk backwards to stand where he’s instructed me to.
He looks god-like leaning back into the oversized chair, legs spread wide, arms draped over the armrests, his strong, sexy forearms on full display.
His dark eyes are now almost black pools lending a dangerous air to him.
“Drop the fucking dress, Little Devil.” I do as he asks and hear him suck in a breath as he takes in the black bondage-inspired lingerie.
“Spin.” Again I follow his command without hesitation so he can get the full view of the open-back briefs with straps crisscrossing my ass, held by silver hardware and chains to match the satin half-cup push-up bra.
“Yeah, baby girl. You definitely need to be reminded how a good wife behaves,” he grits out, his control snapping at the realization of what I’m wearing. “Get on all fours. Now.”
“Or what, Daddy?”
“Don’t push it,” he warns, and the cruel edge to his tone, coupled with the way he’s looking down at me with possessive heat makes my pussy flutter in anticipation.
I make a show of getting on all fours and arching my back to push my ass out a little further, letting him catalogue every bit of my body.
“So what you’re actually telling me is according to your rules, your wife must wear slutty lingerie and get on her knees for you?”
“No, what I’m telling you is while you’re living in my house, we play by my fucking rules.”
“I’ve never been one for rules, baby.” I chuckle seductively. “But if you want to play house for real, all you gotta do is ask.”
“You have to show me you can be obedient first. Now fucking crawl to me.”
Fuck this man. There’s no one else I would allow to rule me like this man does. With his words, his touch, and just one look.
I slowly crawl to him, letting my hips and ass sway side to side. He tracks my every move until I’m between his legs.
“So, you do know how to listen,” he says, dragging his fingertips across my cleavage before trailing them up my neck and to my face, pushing his thumb into my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around it and suck hard.
I can see by the erection straining behind the zipper in his dress pants, he’s just as turned on as I am.
“Now before I think about the possibility of anything else, be a good girl and take out my cock. Show me how much of a perfect little whore my wife can be choking on it while wearing slutty lingerie.”
My soul officially belongs to him. I don’t care what he says. I think we both know there’s no going back to how things were after this.