Chapter 18 Allegra #2
He grins. “You’re not getting away that easy, Little Moth.”
“If it’s not my mother’s ring, then what it is?”
He touches the tip of my nose. “Nosy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Just curious.”
He chuckles. “Well, nosy or curious, what is in that pouch doesn’t concern you right now. When it’s time, I’ll show you.”
“If it’s not her ring, then show me what it is.”
“When it’s time. Right now, we have another matter to discuss.”
“What matter?”
“The matter of how I should punish a Little Moth fluttering around my office, looking through things that don’t concern her.”
He sets one forearm at the wall and brushes my hair behind my ear with his other hand. The contact of his fingers against my cheek sends a jolt of electricity through me.
I force myself to push his hand away and clear my throat. When it comes to Cassian, he seems to always have the upper hand, and I seem to always be flustered.
“If it’s not my mother’s ring then let me see,” I say, and reach into his pocket to snatch out the pouch.
Cassian captures my wrist easily and tsks.
“Bad girl,” he says, taking the pouch from my hand, sliding it back into his pocket before lifting me over his shoulder so quickly, I yelp with the surprise of it.
“You’re not made of glass.” He carries me to the desk and sets me on the edge of it.
He stands between my legs and traps my wrists at my back.
“So I shouldn’t be afraid I’ll break you if I spank you, right? ”
“Give me the ring,” I demand.
“You are very cute when you’re angry.” He releases my wrists to weave his hand into my hair and tug my head backward. “Tell me, is that what you need, my curious little Allegra? A spanking?”
He goes to kiss me, but I snap my teeth. His grin only grows wider, and he forces my head backward and kisses me, not caring when I drag my teeth over his lower lip. Moaning when I do it.
“My violent little Allegra,” he whispers against my ear as he swipes the papers from his desk and lays me back on it, pushing my skirt up to my waist and glancing down before bending his head to kiss me.
“Give it to me. Give me all that violence inside your heart. I’ll take it happily,” he says, his breath hot and wet when he pushes his tongue into my ear.
He draws back, eyes gleaming. He grips my thighs, bending my knees and I yelp when he tugs me to the edge of the desk where he crouches down and shoves the crotch of my panties to the side before closing his whole mouth over my sex.
“Oh my God!” I cry out. The scruff of his jaw is rough against my clit, a contrast to his soft lips and tongue.
Cassian feasts like a man starved and when I come, which is too soon and too violent, I cry out, my body spasming as I moan my release.
He stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before wrapping that hand around the nape of my neck, hauling me up to a seat to kiss me.
I taste myself on him and I kiss him hard, draping my legs around his waist, feeling the thick rod of his cock against my too-sensitive clit and wanting more.
When he breaks our kiss, the sound is audible and we’re both panting, faces inches from one another.
“Tell me, how should I punish you?” he asks, voice low and hoarse.
I set my hands on either side of his head and pull him to me to kiss him, mouth open, all teeth and tongue.
“Make me come,” I tease.
He pulls me to my feet and spins me around, bending me over the desk and pushing my dress higher up my back. He grips my panties and pulls them tight, so I gasp and grip the desk when they dig into my pussy.
“Making you come is not exactly punishment, is it, Little Moth?” he asks, breath hot against my ear before he pulls away and spanks my ass.
“Ow!” I turn back, but he doesn’t let me up, so I grip the edges of the desk as he does it again, slapping my ass, my panties fisted in his hand, the sensation of the spanking and my swollen clit rubbing against the lace of my panties almost taking me over the edge again so I’m left panting, moaning, pain and pleasure colliding.
“Bad girl,” Cassian says, pushing me all the way down and ripping my panties off before spreading my cheeks, pushing two fingers inside me.
I look back, watch him finger me before he slides those wet fingers out and rubs my clit.
“You want me to make you come again?” he asks, punctuating his words with spanks. “Ask me. Ask me to make you come again. No. Beg me,” he says.
“Never.”
“Never?” he taunts, this time hooking his fingers into my asshole and my pussy at once.
I gasp. “Fuck!”
He chuckles. “Now, Allegra, we’re getting ahead of ourselves.” He finger fucks me slowly and I hate him. Fuck. I hate him. “Beg or…” he trails off, draws his fingers out and spanks my cheek.
“Fuck.”
He rubs my clit with fingers wet from me and I moan. “Say the words, Little Moth.”
“Fuck you yes.” I groan when he stops. “Please! Make me come please!”
“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it? But…” He draws his fingers out, a full smile on his face.
“You said—”
He spanks my ass once more before hauling me up, spinning me to face him and kissing me again.
“I know what I said, but before I make you come, I’m going to watch you swallow my cock,” he says, pushing me to my knees, keeping one hand in my hair to tug my head backward at just the right angle.
I watch him undo his belt, unzip his slacks and push them and his briefs down far enough to free his cock. He grips it, fisting it back and forth, back and forth, smearing my arousal over it.
“Open.”
I do. I lick my lips and open my mouth.
“Wider.”
Before doing as he says, I lick the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue, licking up salty pre-cum.
“Fuck, Allegra,” His hand turns into a fist in my hair, and he tilts my head back a little.
I open for him, open wide to take him. He pushes into me, his eyes midnight now ringed with an almost unnatural turquoise.
“Jesus Christ.” He groans and I think it’s taking all he has not to fuck my face like he wants to. But I want it too.
I wrap my hands around his thighs, grab his ass and urge him deeper, and he gives me what I want. When his cock presses against my throat, I choke, my fingernails leaving half-moons in his thighs in a panic.
“Trust me,” he says through clenched teeth, drawing out far enough to let me catch my breath, tugging my head backward to make me look up at him.
I’m panting, turned on.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asks, reading my mind.
I nod.
“Good girl. I’m going to fuck your face and I’m going to come down your throat and you’re going to take me like a good girl, and when you swallow every drop, I’m going to make you come so hard you’re not going to know up from down. Understand?”
I moan, wanting it. Wanting him. I reach for him again.
“Now open wide.”
I do and he does exactly what he said. He fucks my face brutally, my throat raw as he slams into me again and again and again, giving me moments to gasp in air before he’s inside me again, cock swelling impossibly and when he comes, when I feel him throbbing, all I can do is watch his face, his beautiful face as he empties inside me, down my throat, his taste salty and sweet and I do as he said.
I try to. Swallowing every drop. Not wasting any of it.
Because this is him. The essence of him.
And I want a piece of him inside me always.
When it’s over and he draws out, he crouches before me, thumb on the corner of my lip to wipe up come.
He presses that thumb into my mouth, and I suck it dry and then he kisses me.
He kisses me hard, his tongue in my mouth as he swallows his own come, tasting himself, his eyes open, still dark, so dark I imagine this is how the Mediterranean looks at midnight.
He lifts me back onto the desk, both of us still panting.
I open my legs wide, and he does as he promised.
He makes me come so hard, I don’t know what’s up or down and I can’t remember where I am or what I’m doing here until finally, what seems like an eternity later, we’re sitting on the floor on a rug in front of the fire, Cassian’s back against the couch, me on his lap wrapped in his arms, the fire crackling.
The fire he made that I didn’t even see him light.
When I look up at him, he’s watching me.
“That wasn’t much of a deterrent for snooping, was it?” he asks.
I shake my head, exhausted. “The opposite, maybe.”
He smiles. “My violent, wild Allegra. Maybe it’s time.” He dangles the pouch in front of me.
“My mother’s ring,” I say remembering.
He shakes his head. “No, it’s not that. It’s something else.” He opens it, drops what’s inside into his palm and holds his hand before me. He opens it and I look down and inside his hand I see two rings. Two simple platinum bands. One thin and small, the other thicker and wider.
Confused, I look up at him.
“The night you were kidnapped, I had picked these up.”
“I don’t understand,” I say, sitting up straighter, glancing at the rings before turning my face back up to his.
“I was going to marry you, Allegra. Not quite for the right reasons, although they were there. I just didn’t know them yet.
Now, I know. I love you. I want to marry you for no other reason than that.
Will you do that? When this is over, when I’ve killed that bastard, I’m going to ask you to marry me, and I want you to promise that you will say yes. ”
I turn my gaze to the rings, then back up at him.
I reach up to touch his face. “I love you, Cassian. I love you more than anything in this world. And I say yes now because that bastard doesn’t matter.
You matter. We matter. I don’t give a fuck about anything else.
It’s just you and me. You and me forever. ”
He takes the smaller of the two rings and slides it onto my ring finger. I make myself look. I don’t let myself turn away and neither does he.
“You are my wife, Allegra. In my heart and in my mind, you are my wife.”
I take the larger one and slide it onto his. “And you are my husband, Cassian. In my heart and in my mind.” I reach up to kiss him, pulling him down to me. “Make love to me please. Make slow love to me.”