Page 37 of She Devil
He brings me a glass of champagne to drink and puts it onto the small side table next to where I’m sitting.
‘Thanks,’ I say. It gives me a warm sort of feeling in my chest to have him looking after me like this.
‘I didn’t have you pinned as a sci-fi nerd,’ he teases, sitting down next to me and checking out the front cover of the book. ‘I thought you preferred romance novels.’
‘There are lots of things you don’t know about me,’ I point out with a wry smile. ‘Ten years is a long time.’
I pick up my drink as a distraction from the tense atmosphere I’ve created with that comment and take a sip. The bubbles go up my nose, causing me to cough and the glass to tip a little in my hand, spilling champagne down the front of my sundress.
‘You don’t seem to be able to keep your clothes clean at the moment,’ he says with a wry grin.
‘Yes, well, normally I’m absolutely pristine and totally in control of my appearance, but it seems whenever you’re around I can’t help but make a mess of myself.’
‘I like seeing you all messed up,’ he says, his voice deepening to a sexy drawl. ‘It’s hot.’ His eyes darken with desire and my pussy gives an immediate throb in response.
This gives me an idea. One I think he’ll like.
Lifting the flute above my head, I tilt my face upward and open my mouth. Then, with a wink towards him, I tip the glass so the fizzing liquid pours over the rim and cascades down towards my mouth, some of it hitting its target but most not, so that the whole front of my dress is soaked with bubbling alcohol.
I give a small, delicious shiver as I feel it run down between my breasts and soak into the front of my knickers.
‘I can’t believe you just did that,’ Jamie growls, then gets up from the sofa and kneels in front of me, between my legs, putting his hands on my waist and sliding me closer to him so he can run his tongue first over my lips, then down my chin to my throat. He laps at my damp skin, moving downward with every lick until he’s deep into my cleavage.
I can’t help but laugh with delight at the reaction I’ve drawn from him.
‘This is the only way I ever want to taste alcohol again,’ he mutters against my breasts.
I freeze as the stupidity of what I’ve done suddenly occurs to me. I put a hand on each side of his head and pull his head away from my breasts, forcing him to look up at me. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, both aware of my unsaid apology in the air but neither of us wanting to tackle that subject right now and kill the mood. To his credit he doesn’t pick me up on my lack of tact and reaches up to place a hot, searching kiss on my mouth.
My heart throbs hard with a new, warm affection for him. And I’m suddenly nervous, jittery—afraid of the feeling that’s rising in me like a tide about to break.
I need to refocus my thoughts. Sex them back up. That’s what I’m here for, after all: pure carnal satisfaction.
I pull away from him and glance down.
‘Oh dear, I seem to have made a mess of your lovely sofa too,’ I say with unconvincing remorse.
‘Yes,’ he says, surveying the spatters of alcohol on the leather seat. ‘Let me show you what happens to women who make a mess of my things.’
Grabbing me behind the knees, he pulls me off the sofa and manhandles me round so I’m now kneeling in front of it with my back to him. He tugs up the hem of my dress and yanks my knickers down to my knees, exposing my buttocks to his greedy gaze. Then he puts the flat of his hand onto my back and pushes me down so I’m forced to press my chest onto the sofa seat.
I’m now bent at the waist with my ass in the air, obediently waiting for him to do what he will to me.
And I love it.
My pussy is already puffy and slick with need and I feel my juices run down my legs as I wait, my breath coming fast and my whole body trembling with anticipation.
There’s a resounding silence in the room before he brings the flat of his hand down sharply onto my left buttock, leaving a delicious sting in its wake.
I let out a groan of pleasure and ready myself for the next contact. It comes quickly, again and again as he slaps my ass hard, sending a rush of blood to my skin there and making my pussy throb with an overwhelming desire to be filled.
He moves on to the other buttock, giving it the same treatment, causing endorphins to rush through my system, taking me into a world of beautiful, edgy pleasure.
And then it stops.
I wait, my heart in my mouth and my buttocks burning deliciously, to see what he’ll do next.
‘I think you’re enjoying your punishment a little too much,’ he teases, and I shiver with pleasure as he skates his fingers up the inside of my thighs to my pussy, which hums with anticipation for his touch. He doesn’t make me wait for this, though, and I feel one of his long, thick fingers penetrate me, pushing in a knuckle-length at a time until it’s buried as deep as it can go. Then he adds another finger. He plays them both there, widening them to open me up, then sliding back and forth, setting my nerve endings on fire.
