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“Take off the panties. Bring them to me.” She doesn’t speak, staying silent, but following orders. Taking one step, I tsk at her. “Put them in your mouth. And crawl to me.” Ever so slowly, she brings the material to her mouth and slides the panties in. Tossing her hair to one side, she drops to her knees, taking her time, almost as if she’s hesitant.

“Move. Now.” I growl. She jumps a bit, and I can see all the arousal bumps rising over her skin. I watch her heavy breasts sway with each knee she takes forward.

“Do you taste yourself?”

“Mmhmm,” she moans around the panties.

“You taste good, don’t you? See why I love that slutty cunt?” Emelia cries, her eyes watering. Oh, I am going to have so much fun with her tonight. Pay her back with my sorries for not giving her this sooner.

Setting against her calves when she reaches me, she waits for my next instruction.

“Good girl.” I lean slightly and take the material from her, and we keep our eyes locked on one another. I bring the panties to my nose, and I inhale deep. Cherries and her natural pheromones. My favorite fucking thing.

“Stand. Turn. And bend over.” This time she doesn’t hesitate. Standing to full height, she turns and bends, her cunt swollen and her clit peeking out between her pussy lips.

“One day, I am going to tattoo my name on your sweet little pussy.” I tell her, smacking her ass so hard she screams.

“Nico!”

I do it again. The skin raises, red and in the shape of my handprint. “Get to packing.” I lean back again and resume my position, taking in a drag of my cigar. I watch her pack my things on quivering legs the entire time.

Sweet Regina, we have only just begun.

Chapter Seven

EMELIA

Submissively catering to Nico after he came into the room was something I desperately needed. It was unhinged and knowing he sat there and watched me like I was a prize he purchased, had me so wet and dripping, that I had to clean myself up before we got dressed to leave. What’s more, the sexy way he smoked that cigar, as if he was the highest bidder in the room, ominously watching his token prize bend at his will.

It was so degrading, and I enjoyed every damn minute. When I went to the bathroom to clean up, he watched me.

“Do not fucking come. Don’t you even touch that slutty clit. You don’t deserve to come until I am ready for you too.”

He watched me wet the cloth and clean the juices from my thighs. I was leaking at a rate I have never before today. From the degradation and the unknowing. Where is he taking us and what is he going to do to me?

He speeds in his Maserati, one hand on the wheel, the other kneading the thick, plush skin of my inner thigh. I wore a tennis skirt and shirt, not sure where we would end up, but knowing it wasn’t going to be on me for long. There is no doubt Nico is taking me to please me, but how far is he going to take it? I haveyet to find out. There is classical music playing in the sleek all-black car. The sun is setting on the horizon and each mile feels like a thousand and I don’t know how much longer my body can hold off without coming.

“Are you going to take me to the club?” I shoot my shot. I need at least a breadcrumb.

“No, somewhere better.” The fact that he keeps his eyes on the road and not sparing me a glance, only adds to the intensity of each passing second.

“Fuck.” He groans, pinching my thigh and slapping it. I yelp.

“What?”

“I can still smell you; you’re so fucking needy for me. You are such a good whore for me.”

Fuck me. My nipples pucker and my core tightens. Nico looks at me and there is evil and pleasure molded into one.

“Can I suck your cock, please. If I don’t have some of you now, Nico, I will fall apart.”

“No. Phase one is only watching, Emelia.”

Shit. He is going to do it. We are going to roleplay this all out. But where if not the club, then—my thoughts stop as we pull up to the nicest hotel in Seattle, my husband’s hotel. We have been married for ten years and I haven’t come here yet. The occasion has never called for it, but this hotel has been in magazines all over the world, even in some movies. It is stunning.

“Here?”

“Yes. Here.” He climbs out, leaving the car running for valet.

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