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“And I shall, baby. I shall.”
It was time to go to the third floor. Saving it for another night, isn’t what
I had planned. I want to cum, but I can only do that inside my wife when she’s ready, cooked and tender as fuck.
Chapter 20
January
After puttinghis suit jacket over my body and covering me up, Ocean ushers me to the third floor.
When we exit the elevator, my eyes take everything in while I’m in Ocean’s arms. This space is also open and more extravagant than the first and second floors. There is also an elevated stage that features a St. Andrews cross. There are also crystal cages that descend from the ceiling that have both nude female and male aerial dancers. Club Desire has a reddish glow that sets the ambience. There is music that further entices you to continue what you came to do. There is a bar on this floor like the one on the second floor. Although there are waiters and waitresses who serve drinks and cigars, neither of us are searching for that at the moment.
On this floor there are also rooms down a hallway to the left and right of the elevators. All rooms contain beds with red and black bedding. Walls are painted black. It gives for liberty and further turns you on to know what else is available for you.
Before we head into the room, Ocean puts me down and without warning me, he lifts me up, slamming me against the wall. He growls and hikes one leg higher as he slips into me.
“Fuck.” He groans as he fucks me against the wall.
“Please, it’s too much.” I moan.
“It’s not enough,marionetteand you know that. If it was, you wouldn’t be speaking, you’d be on the floor passed the fuck out. Now, give me all of you. I want more of you than you’ve ever given me before.”
His words make me dizzy and delirious as he grabs my wrists placing them in one hand while he uses his body to keep me steady on him.
“Give me more, Mr. M.” I cry out and he chuckles as if this is a joke to him.
Ocean does this when he knows that I’m driving him insane. Instead of being upset like he was earlier, he just laughs it off because he’d rather torture me with his body than his words.
He doesn’t keep me silent. He’d rather have me yell in front of people about how much more I want him to give me.
He leans into my ear and his breath drives me insane. There’s always something about hearing a man enjoy giving you ultimate pleasure.
“I can hear your pussy crying out for me. Do you know what it’s begging me to do?” He whispers.
“Tell me, Ocean… tell me.”
“It wants me to knock on its door and cum inside you like my good little slut. Cum in your mouth, ass, on your tits and maybe even all over your face. Paint a fucking masterpiece.”
He drives into me as if there’s no one else around and I lose my mind when he slips out, not letting me cum or touch him. He won’t even cum anywhere on me like he promised. Ocean is the master at torture as he grumbles about good pussy then shoves himself inside of me knowing I’d take him. I throw my head back as he pumps inside of me, almost letting me cum but he stops shy of it.
My eyes water as Ocean slips out of me and lifts me up, placing a kiss on my forehead.
“Are you disappointed that I didn’t paint my masterpiece,marionette?” He asks.
I nod and he smirks. The punishment isn’t over. It’s just beginning.
Chapter 21
January
There isa room available for us and Ocean carries me into the room like he did on our wedding night. He hasn’t said a single word, but I know from his demeanor that he’s ready to play. He’s ready to switch things up. Once I’m set in my feet, Ocean shuts the door.
“Strip.”
While the music isn’t as loud as it was in the area where everyone else is enjoying themselves, it can still be heard here.
Without question, I unbutton his suit jacket and let it fall to the floor. There’s nothing else to remove because I know he wants me in my heels. Ocean smooths his hair back, something he does when he’s trying not to lose control, even though it’s slicked back into a low bun.
