Page 35 of The Payback

“With Nik here?” she asks, looking up at me instead of Nik, who’s getting comfortable for the show. She’s still putting on a show for Nik, but for me, her eyes shine with her genuine self.

I curl my lips into a grin and wait for her to make her move. Elsa chews on her bottom lip as if she’s unsure, but I recognize the fire in her eyes. She doesn’t need to look at Nik to know he’s watching her. Her chest is slightly angled towards him, and I see the strain in her neck as she fights the urge to turn and gauge the look on his face.

Elsa slides off the couch and onto the floor, before folding her hands together, and placing them on her lap—making a pretty picture of submissive obedience. She tilts her head downward, her curtain of hair shielding her face from Nik. But from my vantage point, I can just make out the sly grin on her face.

Giving into my body's magnetic pull towards hers, I step closer. Looking down at her like this, I know there is nothing in this world that could stop me now. Not even having my former best friend and current body guard as an audience. If Nik wants to watch me take pleasure from Elsa's body while giving her even more, so fucking be it.

“Look at me, Sabre,” I coax. She tilts her head up, her gaze perusing my body. “You want my cock on those pretty lips? Sliding down your throat until you choke?”

“Yes, Dimitri,” she answers softly. Her voice has taken on a new tone, one of desperation. It’s different from what it was in the kitchen, and I know it’s because of our audience.

“Take it out, then, wife.” I step closer, and she raises her hands to my waistband. Sliding my trousers past my ass and hips, she shoves them down my thighs as she leans closer, nuzzling my tented briefs before inhaling deeply, pulling my essence into her. “Mmm, my greedy girl.”

She hums her agreement and places an open-mouthed kiss on the fabric covering my pulsing cock. Slipping her fingers into the waistband, she lifts the elastic up and over my straining dick, and they go the way of my trousers, bunching at my knees.

“So perfect,” she murmurs, taking me into her hand and leisurely pumping me from base to tip. The way she looks at it is reverent, desperate, and hungry. It causes me to thicken in her grasp, and she gives another hum of appreciation.

I thrust into her hand, my tip bumping her lips before I swat her hands away, fist myself, and paint her lips with my pre-cum by tracing my cock over her pretty mouth. She chases me with her tongue, moaning at the taste I leave behind.

“Open your mouth, Sabre.”

Her lips part, and she obeys, sticking her tongue out and scooting closer on her knees. I tune the world out as I press forward, my cock sliding along her wet and warm tongue, the heat of her mouth enveloping me and making me groan out obscenities.

“Fuck, you have the best mouth, wife. Now suck.”

Like she was waiting for permission, her lips wrap around me, and her cheeks hollow, pressing around me on all sides as I hit the back of her throat. She gags but doesn’t stop—doesn’t let up the pressure around me as I turn her into a teary-eyed, choking, drooling mess.

Inch after inch disappears between her swollen, plump lips. Holding myself steady as she swallows around me, the tip of my dick slips further down, letting the euphoria of her throat work around me, milking me as she reflexively takes me.

She doesn’t tap out, doesn’t yank herself off me, simply holds there, trusting me to know when she’s had enough. The heady feeling of the trust she’s placing in me sinks into my bones, settling in right where it should be, finding its home amidst my demons, self-loathing, and hatred—a flicker of light among the darkness.

Then Elsa surprises me yet again. Her left hand slips down the front of her stretch pants and finds its way to her clit. She moans around me, and I withdraw, giving her a second to breathe before pressing forward again. I’m mesmerised as her hand moves below the black fabric of her leggings, strumming her little bundle because this gets her off just as much as it does me.

There’s a shift of a body on leather, and I tear my gaze away from Elsa and look over at Nik, who has his hand over his tented trousers, pressing down as if it will stave off the erection and impending orgasm my girl is eliciting from him without even looking in his direction.

His eyes are on Elsa’s hand—how it moves, how she shows no shame in taking what she wants, even as she’s giving me the world.

Fisting her hair and holding her exactly where I want her, I thrust into her mouth, fucking her face as she takes it noisily and enthusiastically. Her chest, neck, and cheeks are flushed. There’s a sheen of sweat along her brow, and her lungs are sucking in air only when I allow it.

I’m so fucking close, but I want us to come together.

“Fuuuck, my Sabre. Give it to me. Come all over your fingers and take me down your throat.” I glance over to Nik again, and he’s given up all pretence of shoving his erection down. He’s gripping himself through his clothes. The slow glide of the material over his cock must be fucking torturous. He knows I wouldn’t tolerate more than that from him, not after what I did to Alexei.

I return my eyes to Elsa as she works herself over, panting through her nose and constricting her throat around me as tears drip down her cheeks and from her chin.

“Such pretty tears, wife,” I praise. She blinks up at me, her eyes wide and imploring.

After a few more thrusts, she moans around my cock, shuddering below me. The vibrations work through my spine, my balls pulling up tight and aching until I erupt in her mouth, coating her throat as she takes everything I have to give.

I’m still hard as fuck, but I pull away, letting her take her first deep breath since we arrived at the apartment. “Good girl. Now give me those fingers.”

She hesitates for a second.

“Now,” I command.

Elsa lifts her arm, her fingers shining with her arousal. I take her wrist in a forceful grip and stretch her hand to my mouth, sucking her two fingers, wiping away every trace of her arousal and claiming it.

It belongs to me.