“Don’t forget our friends will be here soon!” I say breathlessly, hoping to worm my way out of this.
“I don’t give a shit,” He continues walking us toward the bed until the backs of my legs hit the edge of the mattress. He turns me swiftly, forcing me to the mattress with a hand at the back of my neck.
“What should I do with you, wife?” He contemplates. “Spank this pretty ass until my handprint is tattooed on your skin?”
A shiver works through me, the rough desire in his tone waking up every nerve ending in my body. His hand strokes down my spine before he cups my ass and then keeps going until his fingers are at the hem of my skirt and he’s tugging it up.
“Did you wear these panties for me, Olivia?” he asks, toying with the strap of the lacy thong I have on.
“Yes,” My voice shakes as his hand works between my legs, cupping me. As far as punishments go, this isn’t too bad.
“Dirty, dirty girl,” He rasps, moving his hand to apply friction to me above the lace of my underwear, “You’re wet for me.”
“Always.” I admit.
He chuckles, “Good girl.”
His hand comes away from my center to go to the straps, tugging my thong off, leaving my skirt flipped up my back and my ass in the air.
With anyone else I might feel vulnerable, but with Malakai, it’s only empowerment that consumes me.
“Please,” I beg, pushing back on the hand he places back between my thighs.
“Needy little thing,” He whispers, voice roughened with his own desire.
“Yes,” I agree, “More.”
He slowly thrusts a finger inside of me and I moan into the sheets, my breath whooshing from me as he moves his hand faster and harder.
“Just like that.”
He doesn’t remove his finger or stop fucking me with it as I feel him shift behind me. I’m so ready to be full of him, to feel his cock stretching me open and that’s what I’m expecting.
What I am not expecting, however, is the sound of a vibrator and then said vibrator being pressed to my clit.
I cry out at the sudden sensation, my pussy throbbing, preparing for the orgasm I can feel tightening every muscle in my body.
“Fuck,” I hiss, “Yes.”
“You’re dripping, Olivia.” He praises, “All over my fucking hand.”
“Fuck me, Kai,” I beg shamelessly.
He lets out a rumbling sound but doesn’t oblige butthat’s okay, because I’m right there.
“Yes, just like tha–”
He pulls out and away, leaving my pussy clenching around nothing, the orgasm ebbing away.
“What are you doing!?” I screech.
But the bastard chuckles, “You really think I’m going to reward your little stunt, kitten?”
I flip around, glaring at him, not bothering to fix myself as I let my hand fall between my legs, fully prepared to finish myself.
He suddenly yanks my hands above my head, laying his body over mine, the weight of him against me soothing something inside of me. I’m irritated but I need him like the air in my lungs.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips and I open to let him in, hoping to seduce him into fucking me and dulling this ache.
