“Come on my fingers.”
“And then?” She chokes on a moan as I stick a third one inside her and rub her clit with the heel of my palm.
I lick the side of her face. “And then on my tongue.”
“And then?” She breathes out, delirium mixed with desire.
“You truly are greedy,” I chuckle. “Tell me you crave my cock. When you’re ready to be fucked by a man who is desperate for his woman and not grieve someone who doesn’t exist anymore.”
She wriggles in my arms to escape, but I have a vise grip on her. She will come, willing or not; I don’t care. I’ve never been a moral man, and if I must force pleasure from her to make her see, I don’t have an issue with that.
“There’s no hiding, baby. So come for me. Come for your husband. Come for the only man you’ll have.”
She bites into my neck, marking me with her anger and lust as I draw an orgasm from her, not easing from fucking her with my fingers.
“So full,” she says, sucking in a breath.
I don’t ease up, not until she tenses and comes so beautifully apart for me, whimpering as her pussy coats my fingers in her juices.
After she rides the last of her orgasm, I slip my fingers out and raise them to my lips to suck them dry. “Delicious.”
She rolls onto her side, giving me the silent treatment. It almost makes me chuckle, remembering how spoiled she is and how, when things don’t go her way, she behaves like a brat. Fine by me. I will treat her as such.
“Oh baby, you really love to madden me.”
She fluffs her pillow with more force than necessary. “In case it’s not clear, it’s good night.”
“No thank you?” I egg her on, smirking, anticipating her explosive reaction.
One second. Two. Th––
“Fuck you, Vian. I’m not some doll––”
Before she can finish her rant, I move on top of her, gripping her wrists and pinning her hands above her head.
She wriggles under me, which only makes me harder, and she yells into the pillow. “Bastard.”
The first slap connects with her ass before she can even comprehend the situation.
“Oh my God, did you just spank me?” She lifts her face, narrowing her eyes on me. They glow a fierce brown.
Her negligee has ridden up to her waist, exposing her peachy ass, ripe and beautiful for a bite, causing instant hunger.
I smack her other cheek while she squirms beneath me to no avail. She keeps cussing, but I won’t stop until she learns her lesson and her tirade ends.
By the tenth, she welcomes my palm, moaning as she lifts her ass for another one. Her eyes well up, empty of any troubles, and her ass is red and warm under my palm, wearing a visible print.
I place kisses over her surely sensitive ass and slide between her legs, finding her wet. “Look at you enjoying your punishment.”
She’s about to say something when I grip her thighs. “Now comes the pleasure.”
That shuts her up, and I flick my tongue over her clit. She fists the mattress as I lick her from bottom to top, not using my fingers, but digging them into her flesh to keep her spread for me.
“What is this madness?” she says, abandoning herself to pleasure.
“Tell me what you are thinking about.”
“Nothing. Sweet nothingness.”
