Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
The Devil And I
Raf
On all fours for me, dressed in that sexy-as-fuck bondage lingerie with strategically placed silver hardware and satin straps crisscrossing over her bare ass, Chiara is my every dark fantasy come to life.
Regardless of our age difference or the terms of our current circumstances, there’s no denying the compatibility of our sexual appetite.
And the more rope she gives me, the more desperate I am to climb it.
I know I’ve completely shocked her both with my words and my actions, but this isn’t her first masquerade ball.
She’s spent the better part of her lifetime honing her act, so she keeps her true emotions under wraps.
We’re much the same. She hides behind snark and sass, and I hide behind the cold front of nonchalance.
But after reading the letter I was never meant to see and being confronted with the prospect of losing her, I decided in that moment the possibility of any other man—Alessandro, Julian, Hudson, sexy fucking cowboy—having what’s mine was completely off the table.
Sooner rather than later, I’m going to make it possible for her to stay and absolutely fucking impossible for anyone else to have any claim to her.
Whether it was the half a bottle of scotch loosening the lid on feelings I’ve kept locked up tight or simply just my carnal urge to have what I’ve denied myself for so long, tonight I’m willing to loosen my grip on self-preservation to feed my lust-filled needs.
She peers up at me, her bright green eyes gleaming, and I just know she’s going to test my resolve even more.
Not breaking eye contact, she runs her hands up my legs as she rises onto her knees. “Oh, so my husband wants to play now, does he?”
I’ll never admit it to her, but the way she never backs down from me is part of her allure. She challenges me in a way no one has in a long time. I shouldn’t like it, but the more time we spend together, the more I crave it.
“Lucky for you, I love to play games,” she says, moving her small hands to my belt, undoing the buckle. I watch as her manicured fingernails painted a blood red work deftly and confidently to undo my button and fly to set my throbbing dick free.
Pulling down my trousers and briefs in one go, she wastes no time getting her hands on me.
It’s almost as if she worries that if she allows me time to think through what we’re doing, I’ll change my mind.
Except I’m too far gone; I want her. All my efforts to avoid getting physical with her and keep our arrangement strictly a business deal are completely futile now.
I’m half a bottle deep and exhausted from fighting my urge to dominate and control her so we can both find a release.
As luck would have it, she presented herself to me like a gift from Lucifer himself, ready for me to tie her up and decorate with my cum.
Watching me watch her, she licks her palm then grips my hard length, pumping it two times before bringing me to her lips and sneaking her tongue out to swirl it over my swollen head, licking the underside slowly and surely, like she’s devouring an ice cream cone before the sun melts it.
Round and round she goes with torturously slow, firm swipes, never taking her eyes off me.
The little vibrations of her own moans working their way up her throat add to the whole sensory experience she’s determined to give me.
A deep groan escapes me as she switches tactics again, dragging her mouth all the way from my base to my tip and popping off before flattening her tongue and licking up my shaft.
“Fuuuckkk. That’s it, baby girl, put that bratty mouth to good use.” My words spur her on even more, and she rolls her lips firmly over my head, wrapping them around me completely. She sucks hard, taking me as deep as she can go until I feel her throat constrict around me.
I let her take me to the back of her throat once more before I tug on her hair to stop her and force her off my cock.
She pops off me with a satisfied smile tipping the corner of her pink mouth as I focus on my breathing to stave off the orgasm I’m right on the edge of.
Pre-cum beads on my tip and she swipes it off with a flick of her tongue, closing her eyes to savor my taste and humming her satisfaction. It drives me wild. My balls feel heavy, but I’m not a man who takes his pleasure before giving it.
“Stand up now.”
She complies, eyes wild with need, lips swollen and cheeks rosy.
I cup her ass and pull her closer, inhaling her arousal, letting it hit my veins and spread through me.
“So you think you’re the one who decides if I get to peel this lingerie from your body, do you?”
I take the short zipper running down the front of her pants between my teeth and pull it down my nose following its path.
Without warning, I flatten my tongue against her pussy and drag it firmly through her dripping cunt to her clit, pausing to suck on it.
She gasps loudly and threads her fingers through my hair, pushing me further into her as she bucks and writhes against my face.
The sounds of her breathy pants and my tongue sliding through her wetness, lapping and sucking like I’m a man possessed fill the room like the sweetest lullaby even though there’s nothing remotely pure about us.
I lick her like that a few more times, toeing off my shoes and pants before standing and bringing her front to mine.
I unclasp her bra, and she makes a show of letting the straps fall off her shoulders before she takes it off completely, then lets her hair down.
I take her luscious, heavy tits in my hands and use my thumbs to play with her peaked nipples as she dots wet, open-mouthed kisses on my chest, quickly undoing the rest of the buttons on my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders, helping me shuck it off so I’m completely naked for her.
“I’ve been desperate to get my hands on you again,” she says breathlessly as she lets her hands roam over my body.
“To run my fingers through your chest hair like this and trace every single one of these hard-earned ab muscles down to this fat cock.” Her actions mimic her words, and it’s all I need to get us both to the finish line.
I grip her thighs and hoist her up my body, intentionally running my painfully hard dick through her heat on display thanks to the open-front feature of her purpose-built underwear—the only thing left between us as we get closer to using them for the purpose they’re intended.
Her hands instinctively wind around my neck as she wraps her legs around me.
I bring my mouth to hers and kiss her like a man possessed.
Plunging my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deep and making sure to suck on her tongue, letting her do the same to me, so we’re now enjoying an entirely new flavor of us.
“Now, this is what all my guilty pleasures taste like,” I confess.
She kisses up my throat and runs her hands up the nape of my neck and into my hair.
I close my eyes briefly, allowing myself to bask in the affection before grabbing my discarded silk tie and scotch bottle from the desk behind me and striding the short distance to the couch in the corner.
I set her down. “Get on all fours.” She does so quickly, and I drag her by the hips right to the edge of the arm rest, then kneel behind it.
She looks at me over my shoulder. Green eyes the color of deep moss, pupils dilated reflecting my own ravenous desire back at me.
“Are you okay with me using these fucking sexy panties for their intended purpose?” I ask, seeking her explicit consent.
“Well I sure as fuck didn’t wear them for my other husband.”
“You little hellion,” I say, bringing a palm down on her ass, eliciting a startled yelp that turns into a moan when I repeat it on the other side. “Gotta keep you in line, Little Devil.”
She nods her head and then places her right cheek on the sofa, her hair falling around her.
Hands restrained behind her back, she arches her spine, pushing her ass further towards me.
All I can think is that all my Christmases have arrived at once.
To have this feisty, beautiful woman submit to me like this.
Giving me her body to own and her complete trust to play on the wild side of wickedness in the name of pleasure.
I grab the scotch bottle with one hand and with the other gently push down on her shoulder blades to accentuate the dip in her spine.
The silver hardware glints in the low light, and the bright red tie binding her hands is a stark contrast to the black straps crisscrossing her ass.
Positioning my face behind her ass but keeping my eyeline above so I can see what I’m doing, I lift the bottle and slowly spill a trickle of scotch down her back, watching her tremble as the liquid glides down the center of her spine.
Without warning, I lick her from her clit through her crack, swirling my tongue over her puckered hole and all the way up her back until I've lapped up every last drop of scotch.
“Now this is how I prefer to take my scotch, baby. Neat and laced with my wife’s sweet juices.”
She whimpers, and I bring her back to the present by running two fingers through her wet center before plunging them deep in her cunt and pumping them, pulling a cry from her that makes my dick throb and weep.
“More. Please, more, Raf.”
I do that one more time, adding a third finger, winding her all the way up, her fast, shallow breathing a telltale sign she’s about to come.
Before she can completely take her orgasm, I stand and grab onto her hips for purchase and thrust into her deep, long, and hard before I set a slow rhythmic pace at odds with the way she’s bucking her hips.
The sound of my balls slapping her skin bounces off the walls and echoes around us like a soundtrack.
“Harder, Raf. Fuck. Me. Harder.”
“Patience, my Little Devil,” I tease.