“Jesus, Shannon.” His forehead drops to mine. “Do you know what it does to me, hearing you say that?”
“Show me.”
He lifts me like I weigh nothing. By the time we hit the bed, we’re both frantic. I claw at his sweats while he yanks my sundress over my head. His mouth finds my neck and sucks gently before moving to my breast.
“Tell me again,” he murmurs against my skin. “Tell me what they’re going to do to you.”
“Two of my holes,” I gasp as his fingers find my pussy. “Both of them inside me at the same time.”
He groans and pushes two fingers inside me, curling them against that spot. I arch off the bed, grinding against his hand, chasing the orgasm that’s been simmering since Tony’s phone call.
“God, Robert, don’t stop, I’m so close—“
He pulls his fingers out.
My eyes fly open. “What the—“
He’s grinning at me. That wolfish, infuriating grin. His wet fingers hover an inch from my pussy, and my hips chase them uselessly.
“I shouldn’t let you come.” His voice is low and pleased. “Imagine waiting four more days.”
“You absolute bastard.”
He laughs and brings his fingers back, circling my clit in lazy loops that make my toes curl but aren’t quite enough. “How does it feel? Being right there and not getting it?”
“Like I’m going to murder you in your sleep.”
“Mmm.” He slides his fingers back inside me, three this time, and the stretch makes me gasp. He pumps them slowly, hitting that spot with every stroke until I’m panting and gripping the sheets and right at the edge again. My pussy clenches around his fingers and I’m about to tip over—
He stops. Again.
I make a noise that’s half scream, half whimper. “Robert!”
“Say please.”
“Please. Please please please.”
“That’s what you’re going to sound like Friday night.” He crawls over me and pushes his cock inside me in one long stroke, and I nearly cry from relief. “Except Adrian won’t give in this easily.”
“Robert, if you don’t let me come right now, I swear to god—“
“You’ll what?” He pushes deeper, grinding against that spot, and my threat dissolves into a moan. “You’ll drive forty-two minutes to a casino and let two other men try? Because baby, they’re not going to let you come either.”
He’s right. The bastard is absolutely right, and the thought of being denied by all three of them, my husband and two strangers, makes my pussy clench so hard Robert groans.
He fucks me hard, and the orgasm that’s been building and retreating tears through me so fast it catches me off guard. I come screaming his name, my nails raking down his back, my pussy clenching around his cock in pulses that leave me boneless and gasping.
We collapse together, breathing hard. Robert pulls me against his chest and presses his lips to my forehead. “You okay?” he murmurs, and I laugh because I’m so much better than okay.
As I lie there in the aftershocks, my brain still buzzing, I realize something. Robert isn’t just tolerating the denial kink. He getsoff on controlling when I come, on being the one who decides if the torture stops. He and Adrian have more in common than either of them knows.
We’ve come a long way from the couple we were a few months ago. I never knew my husband had this in him. I never knew I did either. And in four days, I’m walking into that casino with two men waiting for me and a husband who’ll be counting every minute until I come home, desperate and dripping and ready to tell him everything. My pussy clenches just thinking about it. Friday can’t come fast enough.
Chapter 2
I bought a new dress for this. It’s purple, short, and slutty enough to make me feel exposed. The fabric rides high on my thighs as I turn in front of the mirror. The neckline plunges low enough that bending over would be a show.
Good. That’s the point.
