Page 43 of Scorned Beauty
“Now, how do I get the dress off?”
Her eyes widened and her mouth parted. “Don’t you dare.”
“Shh…this is your fantasy, remember?” I was going by instinct now. The instinct to give her what she needed. The instinct to deliver on her kink. I reached for the knife in my anklesheath. Fear momentarily passed over her features before her eyes flashed with rebellion.
That’s my girl.
My fingers grasped the neckline of her dress and, making sure I shot her a villain-worthy smile, I sliced the fabric in two, exposing her tits and those pouty nipples.
“No bra.”
“You asshole.”
“Ah…ah…don’t move.” I traced the tip of the knife down her neck. Her pulse fluttering madly sent a gaping hunger inside me; I was drooling for a taste of her defiant fear. I tossed the knife away. There was more of this game to explore, but making her bleed wasn’t on the agenda tonight. I sucked on a nipple.
“Get off me!” She fought and I bit her on the side of her breast. Leaving marks was my kink, but only with Sloane. I was self-aware enough to admit that I wanted to remind her she was mine because I didn’t see her as often as I’d like. Her knee came up and I knocked it away.
The crowd below us roared. Less than two minutes to make her come.
I spun her away from me and flattened her chest against the glass.
“Are you sure they can’t see us?”
“What do you think?” I rasped by her ear.
“Dom.”
“You’re at my mercy, got it?” I stabbed two fingers into her pussy. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked. Really, really soaked.”
“Get off me!” She punched her hips back, then she immediately went slack. “Shit, did I scream too loud?”
I chuckled. “One of these days, I’m going to get you to a cabin in the woods and live out whatever fantasy you want.”
As much as she was enjoying this, she hadn’t completely surrendered her inhibitions yet. “Let go.” The scent of herexcitement hit my nose, and I forgot our game. Dropping to my knees, I dragged my nose up her thigh, letting my tongue lick up the traces of her arousal. I nipped the fat lips of her pussy.
“Ahhh, please...”
“Please what?” I murmured, inhaling her deeply. God, I’d been dreaming of this all night long. “Please let you go? Please make you come?”
“Make me come…”
“You’ve been a brat, haven’t you?” I tongued her one last time before I discarded that flimsy fabric she called underwear. Without wasting another second, I buried my face between her legs and got lost in the pleasure of her taste.
My God, she was delicious.
Tongue plunging inside her, I unleashed my hunger and ate and ate, licking every drop she gave up. The revelry below us grew louder, and I wished I could hear Sloane’s cries as I made her come. Her clit was swollen and she gushed all over my tongue. I licked every drop before realizing the countdown had begun.
I rose to my full height and freed her wrists, then I gently turned her around.
We stared at each other. She was panting. Her mascara had smeared, but she was still the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.
Tenderness and an unnamed emotion tugged at my chest.
The count hit one, and cheers erupted. “Happy New Year!”
“Happy New Year, baby,” I murmured against her lips.
“Happy New Year,” she whispered back.
