Page 62 of The Black Lotus
I pick up the plate, giving him a playful smile, acting clueless as I fork a piece of waffle. “You may be done, but I haven’t even started on mine.” I sit down, the apron rising up and revealing my exposed pussy.
He growls a warning, his fingers bunching around the sheets as he tries to contain himself. It is quite amusing watching him impatiently wait; I was hoping he’d throw a tantrum or feed me himself, but watching him struggle is even better.
I slowly eat, taking my time savoring each bite and licking my lips when a little chocolate and whip cream falls. A big dollop of cream plops directly on my chest, and I take my finger, swiping it off. Before I can bring the white sweetness to my mouth, Aster’s lips wrap around it and we both moan.
Once our heated eyes meet, all bets are off. The predator lurking beneath his eyes, the one that is done waiting for his prey to finish, tenses with lethal grace, every single muscle straining against his skin. Before he can pin me down, I grab the can of whip cream, holding it out in front of me.
“You think a little sugar is going to stop me from taking what is mine?”
“I think if you move one inch off that bed you’ll find out.”
A wolfish grin spreads across his face. “Is that a threat, little vixen?”
“It’s a promise.”
I spray the can in his face as he leaps towards me. It hits his chest, and I run, not ready to be eaten, enjoying the game too much. He lunges forward, but I jump out of his reach and land onto the bed, legs spread and readying myself to run.
He stands with his head cocked, an amused gleam in his eyes as he watches for what I’ll do next.
“Nowhere to run, Serena. Why don’t you just give up and give me what I want?”
“Never,” I breathe.
“If you run, I will catch you, and when I do, I will shove that can so far up your cunt you’ll be begging for mercy.” His next words come out as more of a promise than a threat, sendingshivers down my spine. “Unlucky for you, that's one thing I will never grant you.”
He wouldn’t actually do that.I jump down on the other side of the bed and sprint towards the door. If I can just make it down the stairs, I’ll have a fair chance at escaping and prolonging our game of cat and mouse.
Just as my hand wraps around the handle, I’m pulled back, and my back collides with his chest. His arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me trapped. “Now you’ll be filled with another kind of cream.”
He tosses me over his shoulder, untying the back of my apron and throws me onto the mess of our bed. I kick and punch and try everything I can to break free, but he has me in a strong grip.
He crawls over me, taking his shirt off and dropping to the floor. He bends down to lift my apron over my head and I let him, finally giving in to what we both want, as he grabs each hand securing them to the restraints connected to our bed. Once my hands are bound above my head, he scoots down my body, his hands massaging my breast. I let out a pleasurable hiss as he pinches each nipple, hard.
“Aster!” I moan, my head falling back as my eyes close.
He dips his head to trace circles around the sensitive peak, kissing and nipping his way down my stomach to my needy, aching cunt.
“Has your pussy missed me?” He dips his head, his mouth hovering over me.
“Yes,” I breathe, my body bowing off the bed.
“Do you deserve to be eaten?”
“Please,” I whisper.
His tongue swipes over my clit, a whispered moan leaving my lips as his lips latch on to my pulsing center. I want to tangle my hands into his hair, push him deeper into me, but being confined, he’s stolen any chance I have.
A whimper falls out of me as his tongue stops the magic it was performing. “As much as I want to devour you. You need to be punished.”He better not do what I think he is.
My body tenses as he gets off the bed, taking his pants off as my eyes trace the movement. He tosses them to the floor and retrieves the can of whip cream.Fuck.
“You’ve made quite the mess with this. I should have you lick every inch of me clean.” He gets back on the bed, straddling me and spraying a dollop over my breast as he leans down to lick it off, his eyes never leaving mine. “But first I’m going to show you what happens to little vixens who don’t listen to their fox.”
He grabs a strawberry from the plate behind him and sprays a dollop onto the fruit. “Open,” he demands. I wrap my mouth around his offering, his eyes darkening as sweetness coats my tongue, my tastebuds dancing at the combination.
He bends down to lick the whip cream off my lips, my chewing stopping as his mouth demands mine. Our lips dance with a hunger of being apart for too long, our tongues tangling as sugar drips down my chin.
My eyes spring open, my pussy clenching when I feel cool metal parting my entrance. “Aster, what are you-?”
