Page 22 of Taking His Diva

Chapter Eleven

Lacy

In all our encounters, Scott has always been the one holding the reigns. Even when he let me be on top, it was still him in control. Now that I’ve taken the lead, I find the power goes to my head.

Because, yeah, I want to punish him a little for lying to me for so long. And this is how we communicate, how we correct. Through sex.

Scott stands there, his hands fisted at his sides so tightly, I can see his knuckles turning white, an accomplishment with his deep bronze skin. My hands are both shoved between my thighs, my breasts plumped up between my straightened arms.

I’m wet. No, soaked. The fire in his eyes and the tension visible in his muscles as he keeps himself back ramps up my need. “Good boys get to touch this pussy, Scott. Are you a good boy?”

“I’m not a boy. I’m a man. Your man. And I swear, I’ll be the best damn man you’ll ever meet.” The words are low, grit and smoke churned up through his vocal cords.

“But men tell the truth. Men are brave. I think you need to see what you’ll miss out on when you’re a bad boy.” I let my knees fall open and spread my feet wide on the bed. Nothing is hidden from him.

A few dresses still litter the bed, and I push them aside with one foot.

The movement distracts him, and Scott’s eyes drift to the mess I’ve made. “Why did you empty our closet? I don’t like not having your things hanging next to mine.” There is regret in his voice, a tinge of panic. Not as bad as when he thought I was packing to leave, but still recognizable.

I want to punish him, but I don’t want him to doubt my intentions. I’m not going anywhere. This is my home now. The first place I’ve felt safe. Free. I have no plans to leave. Ever. “It’s what I do when I’m mad. I re-organize my clothes.”

Getting back on track, I slip my fingers down inside my pussy lips, then sweep them back up as I separate them, exposing my cunt to his eyes.

He groans.

“Can you see how wet I am? Even when you’ve been bad, you still do this to me.”

He inches closer, but as soon as he does, my fingers still and I shoot him a look that needs no interpretation. “Please, Lace, let me make you feel good.”

“I can make myself feel good. Just like I can take care of myself.” I run my middle finger back down to my entrance, pushing inside and thrusting a couple times. Lust is throbbing through my veins, pooling between my legs. My fingers feel good, but I know his will feel better. “I let you make me feel good. It’s a privilege. One you earn.”

Scott runs a hand over his face, tugging at his beard, his signs he’s on the brink of losing control. That little move makes my walls clench around my finger. So, I add another. My breaths come faster. Pulse quickens. A drop of my juices runs down between my ass cheeks, and Scott licks his lips.

“Take off your jeans. I want to see you while I pleasure myself. But don’t you dare touch yourself. If you do, I won’t let you watch while I come.”

Silently, Scott obeys my order, and I can’t help but admit to myself that watching him do as I say sends power zinging through my body. Is this what it feels like to Scott when he spanks my ass?

“Hand me the black shoebox.” I nod to the floor and watch as he bends to pick up the box and lay it at my side. “Back to the end of the bed. If you’re too close, I know you won’t be able to control yourself.”

“That’s cute that you think being at the end of the bed is going to give me more control.”

I send him a wink and move one hand to open the box while still slowly fucking my pussy with the fingers of the other. Clumsily, I shift through the box of goodies, one of the ones Syn gave me in addition to the dresses. She used to sell sex toys on the side to help make ends meet. Thanks to my posts, she no longer has to and gave me the extras. I haven’t used a single one, since Scott takes care of all those needs for me.

“I’m not sure anything in here can compare to your size.” I pull out a big purple dildo, and yeah, it doesn’t even come close to the monster hanging thick and heavy between Scott’s thighs.

Scot growls and takes a step forward so his knees are pressed against the bed. “Nothing inside you but me, Lacy. Not even silicone.” Anger and arousal swirl in his eyes.

I’m half tempted to get myself off with the big toy just to really punish him. But he’s right. I don’t want something fake filling me when the real thing is within reach.

But I can tease him a little. I wrap my fist around the dildo and bring it to my lips, licking the smooth head. It lacks the salty taste of Scott and does nothing for me. But the way Scott’s chest heaves with the effort of holding himself back does.

“I don’t know. Toys don’t keep secrets.” I move the dildo between my legs, shifting the hand that had been playing there to my breasts. I spread my juice across my nipples. They glisten, and Scott’s eyes shift restlessly between my pebbled points and the purple toy which I rub lazily up and down my slit. “You want to taste me, don’t you?”

Scott nods.

I sit up and hold my fingers to him. Planting one hand on the mattress, Scott leans forward and sucks them into his mouth. His eyes slip closed, and an expression of pure ecstasy washes over his face.

“Maybe I should let one of these toys have my ass first.” His eyes pop open, and pure anger lives there, but he keeps sucking my fingers. “I know how badly you want to be the first to break me in back there. Would taking that honor from you teach you a lesson?”

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