Page 23 of Sacrifice

Wait. What? I'm ready for him, and he's talking about business? The blush deepens on my cheeks when he stands up and looks down at me.

"Alright." He bends down and picks up Espresso.

"No. I'll be good." The panic gets to me and I grab his arm.

"Calm down,mi reina. I'm taking him downstairs to get him settled in the kitchen." Vincent strokes my cat's forehead. "If you keep being my good reina, Espresso's toys will be brought up from the basement."

Good. I have to be good. I need Espresso with me. "I understand." There's nothing else I can do right now. Besides, being bad gets me heartache.

"By the way, I must inform you, my right-hand man has become somewhat attached to Espresso."

This excites me. "Really?" I step out of bed, not realizing I'm still naked. Vincent groans and I look down.

"Oh, no." I grab the blanket, but he stops me.

"Don't hide from me," he warns,and I stand in front of him, embarrassed and exposed.

A shy giggle escapes me, and I look at my feet. "I'll try not to."

Vincent steps closer to me and kisses my nose. "Mossimo will take good care of your baby. He didn't want to give him to me to bring to you."

He laughs and I smile. "Well, Espresso is a good boy and loves people."

"Yeah, well, Mossimo is a cold-hearted bastard, but he was smiling. And Aribella, he never smiles."

This is a great thing. Maybe Mossimo can be an ally for when the other shoe drops. Tentatively, I hug Vincent and kiss his cheek.

"It means he's happy and probably melting with furry bliss." Slowly, I kiss him on his lips and he growls.

"You're a distraction,mi reina. Go, you are too fucking sore for me to take you. Go before I forget myself."

He turns around and huffs as he walks out of the room. I rush to the bathroom and if maybe, hopefully, alright, I'll be honest - wishfully hoping I'm not being stupid by letting my guard down.

Perhaps he is genuine in not wanting to hurt me. 'Gah!" I gasp when I step into the water. There are too many questions and feelings. I don't like not knowing what his mood will be. It seems to change so rapidly.

Why… why do I feel like I’m going to orgasm? My body shivers and the pleasure tingles within me. Moving, I feel the pleasure spike and I yelp. Feeling my body, I shift and notice there’s something in me. Whimpering, I lower my hand down to my private area.

I’m pulsating with need, unsure of what is happening to me. Slowly, I move my hand down to my opening and hesitantly feel inside of me. I moan at my touch and my eyes close as I feel the smoothness of metal inside of me.

What did Vincent put in me? I touch one and I fall to my knees as pleasure explodes in me and I scream out in shock and need. My whole body shivers as I pull the first ball out of my quivering body.

My goodness. I can barely catch my breath as I reach in and touch the other one. It slips further into me and I scream again. Vincent bursts into the room, and I should be embarrassed at how exposed I am, but I’m not.

“He… help me,” I beg as I pull my hand away, afraid to touch the other ball again.

He stalks toward me with a power that is dizzying. “Mi reinafound my little surprise, I see.”

Watching him get on his knees, he reaches for me and I don’t move. “Such a good little girl, opening your legs for me.”

Those devilish lips smirk as he kisses me and plunges two fingers into my body, causing the metal ball to move. Another orgasm hits me and my hips thrust wildly. “That’s it Aribella, feel the pleasure,” his words are gruff as he plunges his fingers into me, forcing me to feel every single movement.

He pushes the first ball I was able to get out back into me and they hit one another. I scream his name as the pleasure intensifies. “Give me another one.” He demands of me as his two fingers push the balls together.

“That’s right, my dirty girl likes this. Fucking my fingers like it’s my dick. Keep it up,” his words come out breathless as he watches me come once again all over his hand. My eyes are stuck on his, as my entire body shatteres into a pile of boneless need.

WIth a quick yank, he takes the balls out and chuckles with satisfaction. “When you are ready, come downstairs.”

Sitting down at the kitchen counter, I watch Vincent work with the stove. Espresso is in the corner, eating greedily. The man has some serious skills in the kitchen that I'm jealous of. I can cook basic things, but he's making knife work look easy.

---