Page 46 of Toxic

He has no desire to have me spending any more time with my cousin and her fellow producers. It’s clear to me he doesn’t want to give me any avenue of escape.

Disappointed she and Lovie-Belle accept his words giving me hugs. With a hand at the small of my back he ushers me into the seating area. When I hear the lock click a shiver darts along my spine. My nipples pebble along the black silk of the dress I’m swathed in. Gathering the mermaid bottom I sit in the first-row chair. There is room for two more couples behind us in this particular arrangement. However, if any of the other couples came to chat they would be sorely disappointed.

“You were a very good girl.” His voice is low, meticulously cold, sounding anything other than like praise. Why that creates the opposite of the terror I should be feeling is a mystery I’m not ready to examine at the moment.

Taking the hand I’m unaware I’m gripping the one armchair with, he laces his fingers between mine. My tummy drops at his careless affection. Does he not know he’s breaking me? Does he care? Slowly his thumb strokes the fleshy area between mythumb and forefinger in a lazy caress. As he does every thrum if my heart intensifies.

Other than his original words he says nothing as the play starts. I had no idea what the play was about but I should have known with my cousin attached to it would have to be a love story. Lovie-Belle is nothing if not a romantic. Her own story with Prince Sadiq Al-Rasheed was nothing less in its headline grabbing epicness.

The lead in to the final act is so hot as the characters finally act on the sexual tension that has been pulsing between them since the start of their second chance romance. The whole theater is a hivemind, pulsing with the pent-up passion between the characters.

When the handsome Polynesian actor grabs the curvy Black heroine by the nape in an all too familiar move, I make the mistake of letting a soft whimper escape.

Hisashi’s hands slip free of mine. My fingers grip the armrest. My hand on my thigh fists as he backs her into a wall pressing her against it.

A big hand covers my exposed thigh slowly climbing until it reaches the apex of my thighs.

“So wet, Tay-chan,” he growls, his fingers slipping beneath the panties I decided to wear at the last minute tonight. “Wearing panties?” The low sexy chuckle has my pussy clenching to an almost painful degree.

“The split was too high. I didn’t want anyone to get a peek by mistake.” I recall the torture I felt having to wear them against my already tortured flesh, between last night then the spanking on the plane after I popped off then being made to sit in his lap the rest of the flight. I was a mess by the time we got to London.

“I would have spanked this motherfucker raw if anyone saw what is only mine,” he growls stroking between my puffy, fat lips with his long fingers.

“Hi,” I gasp. His other hand catches my throat stifling the sound, cutting it off.

“Shh, you don’t want your cousins hearing what a needy little slut you are for me do you?”

Ohmygoodness, repeats over and over in my head as he pushes his fingers deeper curling them into my tender, tormented flesh he’s edged all night and on the plane. He finger fucks me slowly.

“So fucking wet for me,” he whispers hotly in my ear. “Listen how she begs. Such a good, pretty little pussy knowing who she belongs to.”

He pulls back, watching me now. Viciously he curls and presses, thrusts and curls. A whimper starts in my chest, building. I try to hold it back, knowing a scream is building and I won’t be able to hold it back. Frantically, I shake my head — not telling him to stop. No, we are way too far past the point of retreat. I’m trying to communicate it’s too much, all the edging. Just as the hard, spasming orgasm hits, he covers my mouth in his hand, furiously pistoning in and out of my pussy. The swipes of his thumb on my clit aren’t needed but more than appreciated as shuddering I come all over his hands, the chair, the thick carpet catches a gush of my come.

“Get up.” He doesn’t wait, but drags me on trembling legs up the few stairs to the darkened alcove, pressing me against the fabric wall.

Kicking my legs open he unsheathes sliding his big dick into my wet waiting pussy hitting every inch of my walls.

“Mine.” Thrusting he bottoms out. “Every fucking inch is mine.” He pulls out slamming in again driving me to my tip toes. “She knows it, you know it, and by morning everyone in the world will.” He draws back out this time excruciatingly slow.

Burying his face in my neck he drives in and out of my pussy chanting, “Mine” over and over. His fingers find my mound again, spearing a finger within he thrums my hardened nub.

“Fuck,” he growls when my pussy clenches around his thrusting dick in response. “I like how she’s sucking me in, trying to hold me inside.” He keeps fucking me like his life depends on it. Our bodies slap against each other as I open myself up to more of his attention. Uncaring of those around us he drives inside of me clutching me close. I tremble as the orgasm rocks through me. Pressing my face against the wall I try to muffle my cries as I start coming all over him.

“Hell, yeah. Give me all of it. Come on my dick, little dove.” He thrusts up hard, fucking me past the climax making me see stars as he takes me higher. Nirvana approaches as he continues even as his hot come bathes my insides with his decadent essence.

He holds me against the wall for long moments. His breathing is harsh matching mine. I can feel his heartbeat at my back. It’s hard and fast. I know I feel like I’ve run a marathon so I can only imagine how he feels since he’s done all the work.

“You’re magnificent,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss along the shell of my ear making me preen inside.

Easing out, he pauses at my gasp going slower, knowing how sensitive my body is.

Adjusting my dress around he shrugs out of his jacket wrapping it around my shoulders, making me realize he’s had it on the entire time he had me against the wall. I wonder if it was to maintain distance or so any unlikely onlookers wouldn’t get a clear view.

“Let’s go, beautiful.” I look down at the firm hand he’s holding out, then up to eyes entirely wiped clean of emotion, wondering how so much passion can come from a man sooutwardly cold. One who calls me beautiful as easily as little bitch.

Placing my cool hand into his warm one I allow him to lead me out of the box.

The Takeda Estate,Great Britain

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