Page 12 of Pain and Pleasure

He keeps kissing and biting at me, one of his hands traveling from my stomach to the juncture of my thighs. I’m already wet and it makes him growl in approval. My head falls back to his shoulder, and I lock eyes with him as his fingers find my clit, making me whimper needily in response.

We stay like that as he fingers me, eyes locked and lips a whisper apart. His finger moves faster, nearing me towards my release until he pulls away, teasing me. I pout at the loss of contact, but he rewards me by shoving two of his fingers inside me. It makes me stand on my toes and cry out.

“Look at yourself, Emmie,” he mutters, his shoulder nudging my head up so that I can look at our reflection in the mirror before us. I keep my eyes on his, and his other hand goes to my jaw, turning my head towards the direction of the mirror.

“I said fuckinglook.” He growls at me and it makes my whole body shake, quivering apart as I lock eyes with him in the mirror.

His hair is wild and his eyes are that of an animal as he watches me come apart on his fingers. I scream out as the first wave of my orgasm hits me, and he smiles as my voice echoes through the room. It’s so fucking hot that I nearly black out, needing him as my anchor so that I don’t fall to the floor.

Once I catch my breath and my body stops spasming, I open my eyes to find him sucking my wetness off his fingers, staring at me the entire time he does it. He offers one to me and my eyes widen.

“Suck.” He demands and I do. I take his finger into my mouth and lick my juices off his skin, swallowing them down with a moan that makes him growl. He kisses my jaw and smooths my hair back before releasing me.

“I suppose you can find something to wear now, but make sure it’s easy to take off. I want my dessert immediately after my dinner.”

He bites my lip and walks out of my closest. I don’t realize that I’ve been holding my breath until I release it when he shuts the door of my bedroom. He’s an aphrodisiac, that man. A tall, dark, sexy pain in my ass that I realize I’m beginning to crave as much as he craves me.

He was right all along. We can’t deny this attraction between us. It is thick and persistent and overtakes all my senses. I look at my reflection, my skin is flushed and there’s a smile on my face. For the first time since we’ve been together, I find that I am not feeling dejected after he touches me, but rather...happy. The thought should scare me, but I don’t let it as I walk to pick out an outfit for tonight.

He had one of his guards bring my clothes here and they are all put away neatly except for the bag of lingerie sitting next to my underwear drawer. I laugh because I can see the look of a confused man trying to decide whether or not to touch my unmentionables. I put them away neatly in my drawer, sorting through and trying to find the best set for tonight. His promise of taking me fuels my decision.

I pull out a silk and lace set that I can see him liking. It is black and has garter clips, something I’ve never worn before in my life, and I realize that as I pull a pair of black thigh highs up and try to connect them to the clips. After minutes of struggling, I finally attach everything and look at myself in the mirror.

I look...sexy and I feel like a goddess. I can see his eyes darkening at the sight of me tonight and it makes me feel giddy as I search for a dress to match. I choose a floor length, strapless black gown that has a slit on the left side that travels up to mid-thigh, revealing the smallest amount of lace from my stockings. Once I deem it worthy of tonight, I take it off and swap it for a pair of lounge pants and a sweater. I have no desire to get any of my cooking mess on my nice clothes, so I lay the dress out on my bed with a pair of black heels for when I am ready to change.

I blow dry my hair and brush it out, the volume of it making it bounce against my shoulders. I apply a quick swipe of mascara, a small amount of blush and a coat of lip gloss before walking out of my bedroom and making my way towards the kitchen.

Javier is at his usual spot at the counter, chopping vegetables and smiling at me when he sees me. Ricky is sitting on a stool across from him at the counter, chatting at a speed that makes my head spin. He’s still in his swimsuit and his hair is wet. He spots me and gives me a devious smile.

“I see you’ve taken my advice.”

I roll my eyes at him as I tie an apron on, flipping him off when I tighten the ties behind my back.

“I may have taken your advice, but I’m not taking anything else from you after this morning. I’ve been sick since I left the pool.”

He throws his hands up in defense. “It’s not my fault you’re a weakling and can’t handle a bit of green. I’m assuming Mr. tall, dark and handsome took care of you?”

I feel embarrassed because Javier is listening to this, but he pays no mind as he transfers the vegetables he chopped from the board into a bowl. I ignore Ricky and turn my attention to Javier.

“What would you like me to help with today?” I ask him. He points over to the pantry in response.

“I’m going to need some more potatoes and seasoning. We’re having roast chicken tonight, but I need to slow cook the potatoes and veggies with it.”

I nod and make my way towards the pantry, grabbing a bag of red potatoes and his glass tub of seasonings that he has set out on the rack in the pantry.

When I bring everything to the counter, Ricky slaps his hands down on the countertop.

“I’m going to take a nap and get ready for tonight. Once I meet with Marianne, remind me to ask her to borrow some sample clothing to bring here. I know my fashion sense is impeccable, but not appropriate for dinners with the elite.”

Javier and I both chuckle as Ricky leaves, chopping and prepping in silence until he speaks up.

“I know what’s going on between you and Dante, Emmie…”

I freeze from cutting up the potatoes, my knife hovering over the cutting board.

“I’m not here to lecture, sweetheart. I just wanted to see if his...behavior has changed towards you since you were last here.”

It has drastically and it makes me wonder if it’s because of Javier.

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