Page 41 of Betrayed

As his mouth continued its exploration of her delectable skin, his fingers found the zipper at the back of her neck and eased it down. The figure-flattering emerald sheath she’d chosen was sophisticated and flirty, but not overtly sexual, which he preferred. But it definitely had to go.

The cap sleeves and straight neckline hinted at the soft skin and alluring curves beneath her dress but gave glimpses of deep cleavage, and her breasts swelled over the straight neckline whenever she leaned in to speak. After hours of watching and wondering if she would spill out, he was hard and aching.

Once the long zipper reached its end at the top curve of her ass, he separated the fabric and turned her, pressing her back against the glass as he slipped the material down her front. Inch by inch, he revealed her seductive beauty, the plumped-up fullness of her breasts in a strapless bra and her flat belly above the matching panties, also emerald green. It was the perfect color to accentuate her creamy skin and dark midnight hair. Her enticing curves and seductive beauty sent his pulse racing, but it was the passion in her eyes and the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips that threatened his control.

He pushed the bunched-up fabric over her hips and let it drop to the floor as he took her lips, his tongue dipping inside tasting lemon, wine, and Mari—a heady combination. As they kissed, her hands slid up his neck and, unsurprisingly, her fingers threaded through his hair. Like a magnet, it drew her touch, and he vowed to keep it long since she enjoyed it so much.

While they kissed and she played, he tugged down the cups of her bra and his hands molded around her spectacular breasts. The hard points of her nipples were too tempting to resist. He gave them a firm pinch and roll, which he knew she loved and would make her wet and ready for him—if she wasn’t already.

His fingers found the clasp in back and stripped the lace band away, wanting nothing between him and her skin. He released her lips to kiss his way down to the full mounds. As he knelt before her, they were almost level with his mouth, her rubbery knees aiding in the slight height difference as she slumped against the glass. Greedily, his lips latched onto one as his hands moved lower and tugged the little scrap of lace and satin that were her panties, down her legs, uncovering the other treasure he sought.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured as he left her breast and trailed a line of wet kisses down her trembling abdomen. “I distinctly remember telling you to be bare underneath.”

“But we were in public,” she gasped.

“And how does that negate a direct order?”

“I’m too big up top to go without one. I’d jiggle and... It would be unseemly.”

“Is that so? Expect double the punishment for depriving me of that sight,ma soumise.”

He parted her thighs and wedged his shoulders between them, lifting her legs up and over until they draped down his back. Spread wide for him, he took in the glistening pink of her cunt for a second before his hands cupped her ass and lifted her against the window glass. Then, without delay, he dove into her fragrant heat, stroking in and along the entire length of her slit with his eager tongue.

As sweet as honey dripping from a comb, her flavor was intoxicating, and he buried his face in her dewy softness, devouring her like a starving man. Around him, her body quivered and her fingers flexed almost painfully in his hair as she held him to her.

“Arturo,” she breathed, the throaty sound of his name, a siren’s song to his ears.

He spent several more moments laving and sucking her slickness, finding and teasing her clit with both tongue and teeth, until her cries became more urgent and rose in volume. Not wanting to end the festivities quite so quickly, he gave her another thorough, slow lick before he pulled away. Her frustrated whimpers telling him it was just in time.

Removing her grip from his hair, he pressed her hands to the glass beside her hips. Holding her pinioned, he leaned back and surveyed her seductive beauty. From the widespread heat of her fluid cunt, to her full quivering breasts with their hard pink tips, to her parted lips, red like the wine they’d consumed at dinner, and swollen from where she’d been biting back her cries of passion, to her half-lidded blue eyes that looked down at him, needy and so trusting.

The nagging stab of guilt resurfaced, but he deliberately tamped it down, convinced they would prove her innocence and he could earn her forgiveness after revealing who and what he was. He stood and lifted her in his arms, feeling a pang of regret when she buried her face in his neck, her arms clinging to him as he carried her to the bedroom. As he spread her out on his bed, and followed her down, he hoped against all hope that he would be proven right, and that the exoneration he expected to be forthcoming for both of them would include a renewal of the trust that was bound to be broken before she came back to him.

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DRUGGED FROM HIS KISSESand his skillful hands on her body, the question he posed as his weight pressed her into the soft mattress had her biting her lips in indecision.

“Straight sex or kink? I leave the choice up to you so long as I have you, soon.”

She was ready now. Primed enough by his tongue on her pussy that with one hard thrust, he could have her screaming in climax. But she’d blown two scenes, and she wanted to make it up to him.

“Kinky, sir. And I promise I won’t wimp out on you again.”

“Calling a safeword is notwimping out, Mari. I expect you to use it every time you need it. I don’t want you stoically enduring because you think it will please me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

His mouth came down hard on hers and she almost regretted her choice as her pussy clenched hungrily, yearning to be filled by him now. Then he moved away, and she called herself a fool.

Arturo could probably go more than once. She could have had the best of both worlds, an appetizer with a vanilla orgasm then long leisurely play as her entrée. Too late, he reached across her to his nightstand and a moment later returned with cuffs. It appeared kink had already been on the menu for this evening.

Mari tried and failed to fight a frown of disappointment, wondering who had been buckled into those restraints before her.

“No one has been to my suite before you. I put these here earlier, in the event we ended up here tonight.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

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