He smacks me hard on the ass. “Don’t lie.”
Standing, he brings the fabric to his nose and inhales deeply.
“I’ve missed this smell,” he groans. “Did you shave for me?” He glides his fingers through my bare pussy.
“No, I did it for Adrian.” I smirk.
Another lie, but I needed at least one small victory in the game of cat and mouse we’re playing. Art’s body begins to shake ever so slightly, and his facial features transform into granite. Fury lurks in the depths of his bright green eyes. He caresses the side of my face with the back of his hand.
“People disappear every day without a trace, never to be found again, little birdie.”
Shivers run down my spine at the ominous threat.
“Accidents happen every day too. It would be a shame if something happened to this pretty face. Who would want you then?”
“You don’t scare me,” I say with false bravado.
“If that were the truth, you wouldn’t be shaking.” He smirks.
The dangerous aura that surrounded Art in high school has increased tenfold. He is not a man anyone would be stupid enough to cross.
“Put your shoes on. I’ll be back.”
I eye the monstrosities with contempt as I walk to where they lie on the floor. I pick them up, seriously contemplating throwing them out the fucking window until I remember the belt. It couldn’t hurt that badly. In the end, I choose to slip them on my feet. Despite my best efforts to stay completely still, my legs wobble. He returns with a lit cigar in one hand and a glass filled with amber-colored liquor in the other. Art’s gaze roams my body as he takes a long puff of his cigar, then slowly releases the smoke from his nostrils and mouth.
He sits on the sofa. “Come over here.”
It takes considerable strength and balance not to fall on my ass as I gradually stumble over. I stop directly in front of him.
“On occasion, you will be required to wear heels when you’re with me, so it’s time for you to practice. Walk back and forth in a straight line.”
“And if I break my ankle?”
“Practice will still continue until I say otherwise, so you better hope you don’t. You may begin.” He sips the dark liquid.
Fuck, I should’ve thrown these motherfuckers out the damn window. I turn, stumbling across the length of the living room. Shit, this is the most strenuous exercise I’ve ever done. My left ankle gives out, and I fall hard to the floor.
“The way your ass jiggled at impact was fucking amazing, baby.”
“Fuck you,” I say, pushing to my feet.
My eyes connect with Art’s as I double back. He places the glass on the floor before pulling his dick from his pants and leisurely moving his hand up and down his thick length. My mouth waters at the raw erotic sight. I remember the feel of his manhood deliciously filling and stretching me. I switch directions again, only taking a few steps before being grabbed from behind, one hand clutching my breast while the other grasps my cunt. I moan, biting my bottom lip.
“Do you know what goes perfect with a cigar and whiskey?” He kisses my ear.
I shake my head.
“Pussy.”
He throws me roughly to the floor. “Lie on your back and spread your legs.”
I roll over, opening myself up for him. My pussy clenches in anticipation as he undresses, then descends to his knees and buries his face between my thighs. He devours my pussy. There’s no other word to describe it. My hips gyrate against his mouth as he sucks and flicks his tongue across my clit. I lose myself in the tornado building inside me until finally I reach climax, screaming out in pleasure. Art crawls up my body, capturing my lips in a kiss. No, not a kiss—a branding. Our tongues battle for supremacy as we cling to each other. He lifts my legs over his shoulders before driving his length inside me, stretching my pussy to capacity.
“Oh my God,” I whisper as he groans.
He starts fucking me uncontrollably, not giving my body time to adjust to his intrusion.
It’s heaven and hell.
