Jesus Christ.
If that wasn’t enough, she pops off with resolute purpose, our gazes colliding with a lifetime of jagged beginnings and champagne toasts. And every fucking thing in between.
“You should know”—her tongue peeks out to lick at the precum still staining her lips, and her chest heaves, pert nipples tickling my legs—“I’m in love with you, hopelessly so, but I really need you to fuck me like you hate me.”
For a split second, the world stops spinning. My lungs empty. My throat dries. My heart thumps an erratic tune. This was a hope I never thought I’d hold, and I made peace with that. Even as we’ve grown closer, I was afraid to voice the words, terrified she’d bolt. If I let her declaration burrow into me, I might fall apart before we begin.
So, instead, I scoop her into my arms, bury my face in her cherry-scented hair, and give my fiancée what she wants. “I love you more than anything in this life or the next, enough to hate-fuck you with every drop of vengeance in my veins.” I blow out an unsteady exhale, trying to regroup. “My heart, my soul—everything I am is yours, Merce. It always has been. You’re my heaven, but if you need me to be, I can be your hell. Prepare to be ruined.”
She laughs at that, her fluttery breaths cascading over my molten skin as I pluck a few items out of the cabinet and toss her onto the bed.
And then I’m on her. Sucking her clit into my mouth, her flavor exploding on my taste buds as I tongue-fuck her in such a frenzy that she’s panting and writhing, breathless for more in a matter of seconds.
“Like fucking cake frosting,” I mutter as I pinch her wet clit between my thumb and index finger and place a clamp on it.
Her sharp intake of air cuts through the quietude with a whistle. “That’s … fuck … that’s good.”
I chuckle at her dazed expression. “Thought you’d like that, Viper. There’s nothing like a little bite for my girl. Nipples?”
She takes in the other clamps I’m holding up, and her doe eyes gleam with excitement. “Yes.”
I swirl my tongue over one, reveling in her delighted whimper, before adhering the clamp and repeating on the opposite breast.
She shudders a bit. I didn’t tighten them much, offering her the sensation without overwhelming pain. That might always be a struggle for me, but I’ll find a way, if that’s what she craves.
Flipping her over to her stomach, I unhinge the top half of the pillory so she can set her neck and wrists inside the holes, which have a plush inlay so they won’t cause abrasions on her skin. This was one of the why-not items I placed in the room,not one I expected to use with her. I’m glad I took the extra precautions for comfort, just in case. She’s always surprising me.
Before I have the chance to instruct her or verify that she’s still on board, she lines herself up. It puts her in a crawling position, completely immobilized, without her arms to bear weight. Once I fasten it down, I warm her up by feeding her my cock again.
And this fierce woman, locked on to the bed like a gift served up for me, nearly brings me to my goddamn knees, her tongue—so fucking sloppy and magical and wild. I piston my hips in a few relentless pumps, greedy hums of encouragement surging from her throat to radiate all the way up my spine, her eyes watering from the force.
Pulling out, I grant myself a three-second reprieve to skulk around the bed and drink her in at every angle. She’s fucking phenomenal.
Her heavy tits, hanging with the jeweled clamps. Her arousal dripping down her inner thighs. Her plump ass, so round and on display. All of her shimmering in the dim amber light, a sheen of sweat and thirst and ardor glazing her skin.
A fucking goddess.
And mine.
“Wax. Please … I … I want the burn.”
Her request breaks through my reverie, so I swipe a massage candle off the dresser.
When I climb onto the mattress behind her, her hips wiggle in anticipation. My filthy girl wasn’t kidding all those years ago when she taunted me with her dirty fantasies. She’s eating up every ache and pinch and touch.
“I dismissed the plan for wax when you opted for the pillory, but I think we both know that I can’t deny you anything, can’t ignore your pleas. You are magnificent. Needy, wet, and begging.” Holding the candle far above her, I trickle it lightlyover her luscious ass while thrusting three fingers into her wet opening, relishing the way she hisses and wriggles with each dribble and pump, silently pleading for more.
Setting it aside on the bedside table, I resume my knelt stance on the bed, brushing my fingertips over the hardening droplets before bending down to bite into her tender flesh and soothing it with a lick. “That’s a lot of sensations for tonight. Too much.”
She exhales, assuming we’re taking a break, and I slam inside her without warning. Her breath whooshes out with a whimper as a zing zips up my spine, clouding my vision.
“Don’t wuss out on me now, baby. You can take it.”Thrust.“You asked for it.”Harder.“You wanted to be my slut tonight.”Ram.“And that you are.”Again.“Do you see us in the mirror?”
I stretch over the pillory and grip her hair to draw her attention to the reflection of this erotic dream. “You bound to a bed, your greedy cunt weeping for my cock, clit clamped and throbbing, nipples aching. Made for me. You take me so well, Viper. Fucking breathtaking.”
When her eyes find mine in the mirror, they’re pure fire—cognac and carnality. “I see.”
Pump.
