Page 89 of Play With Me

I draw her bottom lip between my teeth, not caring if her lipstick smudges against them. “Tell me,Madame, who’s been a bad little bitch?”

Carmela squirms on the bed, spread out against her giant wings, most of her glittering skin on display for others to covet while I take her. She whimpers as I pick up the pace, fucking her deep with three digits; holding her legs open so everyonecan see every inch of arousal that’s spilling from between her legs.

They can always look. But they’ll never be able to touch.

She’s all mine.

Neon blue and red dance across her skin as I pull my fingers out and slap her pussy. “Answer me.”

“I’ve been bad,” she bites out, glaring up at me. Her glower is my only warning before she jackknifes up and grabs hold of my leash, yanking me down and rolling on top of me. “But my doggy’s been even naughtier, trying to keep his mistress from coming. Bad boy!” she scolds as she slowly sinks onto my cock.

My head tips back as she angles her hips and moves them in a figure eight, jerking them roughly each time she completes a pass. It feels like I’ve died and gone to Heaven with my real-life Angel riding my dick like a demoness.

Cara rotates her wrist, twining the black leather leash up her arm as she directs me to sit up. We move together erratically, yet in sync, chasing our release. “Now be a good boy and fuck me like you hate me.”

Fuck, I’m so in love with this woman.

I roll her over so that I’m on top before flipping her so she’s face down on the silk sheets. A sharp sting vibrates through my palm as I smack her ass hard before grabbing her waist and hoisting her hipsup to plow back into her. “Madame gets what Madame wants.”

The bed moves with the force of my thrusts, the sound of our skin slapping together reverberating loud enough to hear over the music. “And since Madame is being a bitch, she’s going to get fucked like one.”

Her hands fist in the sheets as she pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Harder,” she cries out.

I oblige her, my movements inconsistent as a familiar tingle spreads in my tailbone. I let go of her waist, arching over her back to grab the edge of the bed for leverage so I can give her exactly what she wants.

“Fuck, that’s it. Yes! Yes! Just like that!” she orders, her words fading with a squeal as she comes.

Her walls grip me as my balls tighten, and I spill myself inside her. There’s no condom between us, and I take great pleasure in knowing my seed might take root tonight. Carmela keeps insisting we’re too old to have a baby, but her argument grows weaker every time I remind her how cute a kid that looks like both of us will be.

I stay buried inside her, ignoring the applause of the crowd as I lower my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Is my mistress happy?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums contentedly. “Such a good boy.”

“You’re so fucking lucky I love you.” I laugh,lifting a hand to signal an Angel standing by with towels and Carmela’s robe.

As the crowd disperses, I help her up from the bed. When she’s on her feet, she presses up on her toes and gently kisses my lips. “I love you, too.” She steps back and checks her watch, her engagement ring catching the neon lights and sparkling brightly with the movement. “Fuck, we gotta go, or we’re gonna miss our plane.”

Cara takes a step toward the exit when I grab her and pull her back, capturing her lips once more. “Relax, baby girl. No one is going to get started without the bride and groom.”

Carmela

Two Years After That

“I can’t believe she’s graduating. Can’t we just rewind to when she was a sassy little preteen?” Lenni questions as she watches Maya’s graduating class file into their seats.

“Rude, Viv. If you rewind time that far, we wouldn’t be together,” Tripp declares from the other side of her. “And we wouldn’t have our adorable little nieces or our nephew.”

Benji chooses this specific moment to push away from Ginny. “I want Maya!”

“Of course you do. I swear to God, that’s all we hear these days. Maya this and Maya that. Are you sure you don’t want to take him to California with you?” Ginny jokes as she attempts to wrestle him into submission as he tries to escape and flee down the aisle.

“He’s just a little infatuated with her, that’s all. She’s good with him,” Jackson soothes, grabbing Benji by the back of his tiny suit jacket as he passes and pulling him back in his seat. “Behave, Benjamin. Tailors don’t throw fits in public.”

“Only in private,” Lenni says under her breath.

Benji’s Irish twin, Aspen, stares perplexedly at her brother as she clings to Jackson’s lapels. “Stop being bad, Benji!” she shouts at him before looking adoringly up at her father. “I’m a good girl, aren’t I, Daddy?”

“You sure are, princess,” he tells her, beaming with pride.

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