“I want to play Mario Kart. Can we?”
Rage dissipates to confusion. The rapid pulse slows to a hardening thud in my veins. “O-okay.”
As if she’s a little girl again, she bounces on her toes as I drop my hold on her. She wanders to the sofa and sits, grabbing a controller in her hands and nodding to the seat next to her. “You gonna play me or what?” Watching her hold it so delicately makes the tension in my shoulders relax.
“Yeah…” Eyeing my tank, he slowly edges his way back down the hall. Once I settle on the couch, I prop myfeet on the edge of the coffee table and start up the game.
Throughout the first one, she almost drives off the map several times, laughing every time she does. I have to help her with the controls. By the third game, she’s doing better, but still struggling.
“I’d beat you easily if I didn’t have these cuffs on, trust me.”
Reaching over her arms, I tug on one of the Velcro strips and loosen them from her arms, letting the fabric fall to the floor. She rubs her skin where they left pink marks. Part of me knows this will just make it easier for her to slaughter me.
Part of me doesn’t care.
“That better?”
“Yep. I wanna do Rainbow Road now.” Her white teeth flash as she nods at the screen. Such a beaming smile for a slayer.
A smirk forms on my lips. “You’ll just fall off the edge.”
Her mouth opens in shock, but she quickly closes it and focuses on the screen with narrowed eyes. “No, I won’t. Watch me.”
And like a fucking shark, she beats me with a jump in the air, arms outstretched in victory, then a jab of her finger in my face until I pull her into me. Our noses almost meeting. Her smile falters as she stares at my lips, and I capture hers into a tight embrace. And we’re falling. Falling onto the cushions together, making out like teenagers.
My fingers snake through her thick hair as I lay ontop of her, putting one thigh between her legs while hers dig into my back. Her hips writhe against me as the moans of her pleasure heat my ear, making me harder than I thought possible. Just when I think I should stop, that this is not safe for me and probably causing some more trauma for her, she pulls her head back and blinks.
“Please show me again, Cal. I want you inside me. If I’m not your mistress, then make meyoursagain.”
If I can just pretend that she’s not a spy with a mission to end me, if I can loosen her restraints and go into the fantasy with her now… Pretend she doesn’t have an IUD. Like I can fill this plane with us without repercussions. Make love to my wife like we’re on a vacation to a tropical island I buy her.
And keeping that in mind, I kiss down her neck, suckling everywhere my mouth meets, pulling the skin up into a bruising mark. “Mine.” Reaching her jeans, I undo the top button with my teeth as her exposed stomach dips, a small giggle escaping her blush lips, swelled from where I was just sucking on them. Simultaneously, I reach up and guide her T-shirt over her body as she helps me lift off mine. We scoot her pants down her thighs until her musky scent fills my nose, making me ravenously hungry for her pussy.
“I’m not going to stop eating this cunt. It’s going to be my favorite meal.”
My face dives in between her legs as she kicks off the last of her jeans. Squirming a hand up her chest, I wiggle my fingers underneath her bra to massage her soft breast, tweaking the nipple while I let my tonguetravel from the back to the front. A loud moan leaves her open mouth.
“Cal! Oh my god.”
“Yes, that’s me now. God and master.” She helps me out by tossing her bra off to the side, then grips my head with her thighs and rides my nose while I flick on her clit repeatedly before latching on, even gripping it with my teeth. As I pull the bead inside my mouth, I continue to writhe the tip of my tongue against it, then slip a finger inside her hole.
“Please,” she begs for nothing in particular.
The softness of her thick thighs muffles my voice. “Please what, puppet?”
“Please fuck me. Please, Cal.”
I shake my head forcefully into her pussy as she cries out. “Not yet.” Grasping her ass, I sit up and lift her to my mouth, continuing to work her with licks, flicks, and sucks until a quake quivers through her muscles and her back arches in the air. With a scream of my name, she comes on my face, squirting all over it with a steady stream of her arousal, dampening my skin, her cum dripping down my chin and onto my bare chest.
Fuck. The fact she is a squirter and I didn’t know makes me irresistibly hard. Standing, I strip the rest of my clothes before sitting back down, my erection jutting up into the air. As I extend my arms across the back of the leather sofa, I raise my eyebrows in an invitation.
“I want you to take control. Come ride this dick. Use it. I want to watch as you unravel all over my lap.”
With just a second’s hesitation, she gets up and jumps on for a ride. Sinking down slowly, her moisturecoats my dick until she’s completely seated on me while we both groan in ecstasy. Her tits bounce in my face and, before I can think, my teeth make their way to a nipple and bite down as she moves her hips over my cock with a whimper.
“You like pain?”
Her lust-filled eyes find mine. “I-I think so.”