Page 59 of Isle of Seduction

The abandon in the rolls of her hips feels like the final permission to come out and play, to take what she offers and finally be hers.

My head spins with the headiness of knowing we’re on the cusp of something bigger than us. I wouldn’t want to take that step with anyone but her. She’s all I see and all I want. I don’t care about the curse that follows me. She’s a fucking God, she’ll lift it. She already has.

I kiss her again, one hand at her throat, feeling her erratic heartbeat against my palm, one hand at the hip, helping her roll faster against my hardened length.

“You’re gonna make yourself come, sweetheart. You understand?”

She’s mindless with pleasure, but she manages a nod before crashing her lips to mine again and dipping her tongue into my mouth, tasting me as much as I’m tasting her.

“Come on, ride me like you’re meant for it.”

“Andrea,” she whines.

I tentatively squeeze her throat. I spanked her ass raw, and she came beautifully, but what we do next will determine the future of our relationship and no way I’m gonna do something she doesn’t want.

Her eyes open and land on me, dark and full of unbridled lust. The green is barely visible anymore. Her tongue peaks out to lick her lower lip and I squeeze a little harder on the sides, cutting her air, getting her dizzy.

“Eyes on your husband when he makes you come, sweetheart.”

She bites her lips to fight the urge to roll her eyes, and I let go, her orgasm flooding through her veins instantly as she gasps for air.

My cock throbs at the sight of her. I watch her face flush, her heartbeat pounding at her neck, her hands clutching my shirt.

When she comes down, I kiss her again like it’s the only thing I’ll ever need, because it is. I didn’t even notice the car had stopped and Marco was nowhere to be found.

Smart man.

“You did so well, tesoro mio, so pretty for your husband.”

She preens, her chest almost rumbling with a purr.

“Mmmh, you like it when I remind you who you belong to.”

She licks my neck, making me shiver, then the sexiest words ever spoken come into existence, spoken with the voice of this angelic demon I have as a wife. “Yes. Now, remind me again with your cock.”

The last word is what kills me. “Please.”

TWENTY-FIVE

OBEDIENCE IS POWER

I’ve never begged for anything, I’ve always fought for it. But when Andrea looks at me like he’s about to devour me, I find myself ready to lay down my weapons and let him call victory.

He’s already won my heart. I can be honest to myself about it even though I can’t say it to him out loud yet. Now, I want to give him my body.

We get out of the car and he surprises me. He’s no small man by any definition of the word, but I’m no small woman either. My body is less twenty-first century ideal and more sixteenth century and I love all of my curves and dips, the extra layer of fat on my belly and my legs. I’ve never let anyone make me feel inferior for what I look like.

Yet, Andrea dips and flops me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, then carries me home without a grunt or a laboured breath. As if my pussy needed another reason to get wet.

That orgasm in the car was what teenage dreams are made of. Considering mine were more nightmarish, the happiness I feel at coming with all our clothes on, just by grinding on his jeans heals a part of myself I didn’t know needed it.

Andrea enters my bedroom and deposits me in the centre, then goes to sit in his club seat. His throne. The drapes are wide open, but the winter morning is cold and grey with barely any natural light coming in. It gives the room an auspicious air of change that wakes the butterflies in my belly.

“Strip.”

The word sounds like a whip in the silent room, and I shiver. I almost wished he had an actual whip, but I doubt my ass would like the lashing.

Wouldn’t it though?

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