“Do I have a choice?”
“I’ve always given you a choice, Victoria.”
It’s true. In his twisted ways, he has been doing that. Never forced me to do anything I didn’t want to. He could’ve raped me, hurt me—it’s what you would expect from powerful men like him who take what they want. But he never did that. He even waited to have sex until we were married. At least he has some kind ofmoral code he seems to be guided by, and that’s something I can respect.
Respect. A word I never thought I’d use to refer to him.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
I look away and shrug. “What areyouthinking?”
He extends his hand between us, untying the loose knot at my chest, making my towel drop. But other than blinking, surprised, I don’t hide myself from him anymore. My body knows he’s safe. And as much as I don’t want to admit it, itwantsto be seen and devoured. It wants him.
“That I would love to fuck your tight little ass.”
My lips part, his knuckles brushing my breast. Goosebumps come out in his wake, sending a tremor throughout my body. He watches the action, seemingly fascinated by it—or by the way my skin reacts. This used to be the part where I had some sort of comeback. But right now, I’m thoughtless. The only words coming out of my mouth are—
“Will it hurt?”
Amusement—or delight—flickers in his eyes for a second. “Yes.”
“But you will make it… feel good.”
“Yes.”
Heat floods my core and I swallow hard, offering a nod.
His hand leaves my breast, my skin empty and wanton in his wake. Taking a step back, he turns and walks into the room. And like a tamed cat, I follow him, chasing his affection for once.
He takes a seat on the armchair in the corner, and I go to him, stopping naked between his parted knees.
“Good girl,” he purrs, looking up at me. “I want you to straddle my left thigh. Let me see your pussy wrap around me like that.”
I bite my lip. My brows pull together because I’m confused. But I do what he asks. My naked body makes contact with his expensive suit. The pressure to my clit is delicious, and I shift a little, seeking more friction.
“That’s it. Well done, love. Make yourself come.”
I exhale. “But you said…”
He pulls a butt plug out of his pocket, as if all of this was planned. I follow it with my eyes, noticing its size. Maybe this is a mistake. How will that fit inside me?
“Wolf…”
“Let me take care of you.” He leans forward, cupping my jaw with his wide palm, pressing a kiss to the other side. “You know I can.”
I do, and that fact is undeniable. I shiver at the touch of his lips, and my head falls back, eyes closed as I start swaying my hips back and forth. The material of his slacks is smooth but rough at the same time. It’s not skin, but it feels so good I start moaning in almost no time.
“So beautiful. You’re making me so proud,” he whispers.
I’m panting. My pussy leaks on his thigh, making the area wet and warm. I should worry about getting him dirty, but I don’t. I’m a little embarrassed, maybe, but the way he praises me wipes the feeling off my mind.
A hand reaches behind me, pulling my ass cheek open. I can feel the air caressing me there, in my tightest spot. A moan shakes my chest. He keeps praising me at the same time. His fingers trail over my hole, probing me, before one of them dips inside.
“Such a tight little ass,” he whispers in my ear while I hump his thigh. I reach for his neck, wrapping my arms around him for stability as he works his finger in and out of my ass. Pleasure floods me, squeezing my walls, drawing his name from my lips. If this is what he can do with his hands, I can’t imagine what he’ll do with his cock.
Wolf groans as he kneads my ass cheek with his other hand. He slaps it once, and the pain sizzles before it turns into pleasure. I rub myself in short, clipped thrusts, finding the tip of my orgasm through the movement. If I keep going like this, I’ll come.
His finger exits, replaced by a cold, wet metal.
