Page 25 of Naughty Desires

“Fine.” I sigh, although my heart is pounding. “I’m telling the truth, but if this is what it takes to get you out of here, I can spare five minutes.”

I kneel on the cold floor in front of him and look up, shuddering at the intensity of his gaze, his cool detachment.

“Take it out.”

I feel those three words as a throb between my legs. We have only begun and already I am so wet I can feel the trickle of my arousal on my inner thigh. My breasts feel swollen beneath the red lace bra I bought to match the gartered panty-and-stocking set I had to have when I walked into Revival’s only lingerie shop.

His cock, thick and hard, bounces gently in my direction when I pull his pants and boxers down to remove it from its restraint. He makes no move to help me, just watches as if I were something between a mild irritation and a fleeting amusement.

“Tell me you’re sorry.”

I swallow hard. “I’m sorry.”

“Show me. Make it good.”

I lick his entire length from balls to tip and he doesn’t even flinch. Irritated by his self-restraint when I’m so close to coming all it would take is a single flick of his tongue, I wrap one hand around the base of his cock and pump, squeezing so hard I’m almost afraid I’ll hurt him.

Chris hisses in a breath and fists my hair, angling my head back. “Take me in. All the way.” He pushes his cock into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, and I gag. We’ve never played so rough before; he’s never been so deep.

“Breathe.” He retreats enough for me to recover and thrusts in again. This time I’m ready and I wrap my lips around him and work his length with my hand and mouth moving in counterpoint.

Need ratchets through me with every forceful thrust and I slide my hand between my legs to pleasure myself. After a lifetime of trying to prove to an absent father that I was worth keeping, I lost sight of what I wanted and what I needed to make myself happy. I wanted a husband who followed his heart. It didn’t matter if he came home with calluses instead of ink stains and coveralls instead of a suit. But I never told that to Chris. I let him take a job I knew he would hate. And I let him sit at home and spiral into depression after he lost it.

Now I know what I want. I know how to get it. And I am brave enough to take that step. For both of us.

Chris stiffens, his shaft turning rock hard in my mouth. I increase the pressure and he comes down my throat with a guttural groan.

“That get you off?” he says after he withdraws. His cock is still semi-erect and I have a feeling we are nowhere near done.

“No. Of course not.” I stand and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting his cum on my tongue. “But you’ve got what you wanted, so now it’s time for you to go.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.” He points to the floor. “Lie back and spread your legs. Show me how much you liked sucking my cock.”

Even deep in the game, I balk at lying on the kitchen floor under the bright halogen lights and exposing myself so completely. With the barest lift of an exasperated eyebrow, I turn and bolt away.

Big mistake. I make it only as far as the dining room before a thick arm slides around my waist and I am hauled back into a rock-hard body.

“Resisting arrest.” He laughs softly. “You’re making this night even more enjoyable.” With one hand around my throat, holding me still, he strips off my dressing gown and shoves his hand between my legs. “Unfortunately, sweet thing, there is no resisting me.” Pushing my panties aside, he presses a thick, callused finger inside me.

I almost come right then.

“So wet. No wonder you were so quick to drop to your knees,” he murmurs in my ear as he adds a second finger.

Desire shivers through me and my knees buckle. If not for his strong arm around my waist, I’d be on my knees again.

“Shhhh.” He pumps his fingers deep inside me, teasing my clit with the palm of his hand. But it’s the pressure against my throat that makes me tremble, the control he has that makes me hot inside.

“Don’t fight it. You’re not going anywhere. We’ll let this punishment fit the crime. I’m going to make it so you can’t resist anymore.”

“Please . . .” I don’t know if I want him to stop or not to stop, but it isn’t up to me. When he adds a third finger, stretching me as he thrusts deep and hard, dragging his fingertips over my G-spot, and pressing hard against my clit, I am lost. Soaring on a current of pleasure so intense it arcs through my body from my head to my toes.

Chris holds me tight as I come down, sighing his disapproval. “Naughty girl. You made my hand all wet.”

“You made my lips all wet. Now we’re even.”

“Nice try.” I hear the clink of a chain and then cold steel snaps around my wrist. “But we’re just getting started.”

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