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It takes everything in me to not squeeze the base of my cock in an attempt to control myself. Just her words when she commands me could make me cum all over her bedsheets. Turning around, I lie down on the bed, my corset riding up as I settle myself. Only last night, I had her in a similar position on this very bed.
Deeming me not close enough, Vivian wraps her arms around my thighs andheavesme toward her until my ass is almost hanging off the side of the bed.
“Oh my god,” I groan, looking at the ceiling to compose myself. Getting manhandled by someone who is seventeen years my junior, and much smaller than me shouldn’t be this much of a turn-on, but my cock twitches with new ropes of precum coming out of it.
“Beg me to fill your pretty little hole, Knight.” Vivian spreads my thighs as wide as they will go. Angling myself, I look down to where she stands, rubbing lube onto her pink toy and waiting for me to beg.
“Please,” I whimper, my hands gripping her bedsheets.
“You need to do better than that, pet.” Something blunt presses against my hole, not soft and delicate like her fingers.
“Please, fill my pretty little hole. It’s all yours. Every part of me is yours,” I plead, my breath growing heavy in anticipation.
“Say thank you when my cock is as far in as you want it.” Vivian presses her hips forward, driving her toy in at an angle that instantly has me seeing stars.
“Oh, oh fuck,” I whimper, my body tensing at the different sensation. It isn’t a large toy, but I am unaccustomed to this activity.
“Shh,” she cajoles, rubbing the uncovered part of my belly and hips. Her hand lands on my cock, wrapping around it and jerking it softly. My body relaxes a little, letting her continue to stick in her toy with more ease.
“That’s it, pet. You’ve got the whole thing.” Her smile radiates pride and I’m rewarded with quicker pumps of my dick.
“T-Thank you,” I sigh. A loud moan escapes me when she retreats and pushes back into me, making me slide up the bed. She continues experimenting with her thrusts, and her hand does the same, changing paces until I’m arching my back into the mattress.
She finds a pace, matching the rhythm of her thrusts with long, languid pulls of my cock that make me feel like I am going to pass out.
“I love this,” she confesses. “You’re so fucking grumpy all the time, you just needed my shiny cock in your ass. Now you’re all grins as you get fucked out of your mind, aren’t you?”
I nod profusely and she deepens her thrusts, each one making my corset ride up further and further until it’s practically poking at my chin. I must look debauched, and it’s all her doing.
“Please, I need to come, my queen,” I beg when I feel I can’t take anymore. It’s either I come or I pass out, and I’m really hoping she’ll let me release while her toy is inside me.
“You’ve been such a good boy. I think we can make that happen.” Vivian focuses her attention at the head of my cock, wrapping her fingers in a vice grip as she quickens her strokes and I lose myself in the sensation.
I yell her name with a throaty groan, my hips convulsing as my cock shoots my release, and my ass clenches around her toy. Her hips slow down, giving me respite from the overwhelming feelings while her hand rubs my cum into my skin, marking me with it.
“Vivian…” I breathe, squeezing my eyes shut as she pulls out of me. I hear her remove the strap-on before she sits up beside me in bed and begins to remove my corset. “Thank you,” I murmur, already feeling like I’m drifting off to sleep. Between the spiral I found myself in last night, the showcase, and getting the air fucked out of me, I’m an exhausted man.
“Just rest, I’ll get you cleaned up,” she replies, her sweet voice sending me out of consciousness, and I can’t remember if I only thought the words or said them out loud:“I love you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
VIVIAN
I’m done with secrets.
There’s less than two weeks left until Christmas, and of course, Alek and I decided it’s the perfect time to look for some outfits for Harriett’s Kitschy Christmas party.
I’ve tried my best to argue against Alek’s choice of a hideous sweater, but I can’t revealwhyhe should consider dressing a little better that night. My brother is going to be proposed to while the words ‘I’m So Good, Santa Came Twice’ are written across his chest. Well, at least Ezekiel knows what he’s getting into, I guess. He needed my help choosing a ring for Alek a couple of weeks back, and with how excited he was, I thought he might have let the proposal slip by accident.
“You gotta try this on.” Alek appears behind me in the dressing room mirror, holding up a maroon evening dress with a large slit on one leg. It’s gorgeous with elegant silk in subtle ruching, something you might see on a red carpet.
Biting my lip, I nod at him to toss it over the dressing room we’ve been trading off using. It might not be exactly on themefor Harriett’s party, but that’s just the theme of the decorations, right? The Adlers are probably going to have a bunch of their stuffy associates there in suits, so a nice dress like this won’t be too out of place.
This dress was made for me.
My hands skim down my sides, admiring the way the fabric hangs off my body. It’s stunning. As I stare into the mirror, it’s way too easy imagining Knight standing next to me in a black tuxedo with a perfectly matching maroon bow tie and pocket square.
We’ve made progress in our relationship, but the more I think about it, the more I want him to truly be mine, and for everyone to know he’s mine. Don’t take me the wrong way, I havelovedthese past few months in our secret bubble, but I want more. What’s between is us true and more than just a few secret fucks.
