by Evelyn Vox
“Your wife can’t stand to fuck you, Brian,” I taunted. “If only you could see the disappointment on her face right now.”
He groaned, pumping faster into her. I grabbed Alexandra’s hair and forced her to look at me.
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you deserve my cock?”
She paused, biting her lip, hesitating. I pulled her hair and she yelped.
“No, Sir!”
“Open your mouth.”
She obeyed.
“Suck me off, Princess.”
Again, that look of hurt flashed in those sea-green eyes, like she resented the fact that I wasn’t the one pounding into her. But she took my thick flesh between those lips and bobbed her head. I hadn’t planned on using her mouth twice in such short order, but I’d determined the only punishment suitable for her was to make her wait. Make her wait and wait for the honor of being fucked by me.
I pushed her deeper onto my length, controlling her pace.
“See how your wife lets me use her mouth like the whore she is?”
Both Brian and Alexandra moaned.
If there was one thing they had in common, it was that they both enjoyed the degradation. I was more than happy to oblige them. I pushed deeper, making her gag.
“I bet she’s never chocked on your tiny, limp dick.”
“Never,” he moaned.
Between the two of us thrusting into her, Alexandra’s tits were bouncing wildly. A wave of inspiration struck me.
“Can you make her come, you weakling?”
Brian nodded and moved a hand to the top of Alexandra’s pussy. She groaned over my cock, making my hips buck. I pulled out of her mouth and enjoyed her cry of dismay. Those big, sea-green eyes pleaded with me, begged me silently to fill her again. I shook my head.
I stood back and watched as Brian fucked her and rubbed her pussy until her cries filled the apartment. He came soon after, moaning louder than she had. They both panted. Despite her release, I knew it wasn’t the satisfaction Alexandra needed tonight.
“Good, now get the fuck out of her,” I barked at Brian.
He was quick to obey, slipped out of her and stepped back.
“Get on your back,” I said to Alexandra, moving toward the front of the sofa.
She did as I commanded. I turned to Brian.
“You. Watch.”
I got onto the sofa, knees straddling Alexandra’s torso. Her eyes lit up in excitement, in question. I’d never done this to her before. My cock twitched as I slid it between those large, perfect tits.
She gasped.
“Push them together,” I said, staring into her eyes.
She never stopped looking at me as she brought both hands to her breasts and pushed them even further together, making a wonderful, fuckable passage. I groaned. She felt so good. Everything about her, no matter which way I took her, was beyond measure.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
I thrust faster and faster. Her eyes darkened with desire. The head of my cock jutted against her collarbone. And she surprised me, took me completely off guard, when she moved her head and licked the sensitive underside of my cock with the next thrust.
The minx.
The move shocked me so much I came. Right there. My cum jetted out, spurting onto her chest and face. Alexandra closed her eyes and smiled, a happy little groan rumbling deep in her throat.
Brian watched, transfixed.
“See how your wife would rather I come all over her face than be fucked by you?”
Brian trembled. His dick was twitching to life again.
“Get something to clean her up.”
He rushed out of the room. I lifted my legs and moved so I sat next to her on the sofa and placed the back of her head in my lap. She captured my gaze as she played with the cum on her chest. A naughty smirk graced her features as she brought that finger into her mouth and licked it clean.
“Careful, Princess,” I growled, my cock lurching already.
She just smirked deeper and began to rub my cum into those tits. Squeezing the pink nipples I loved to torment, arching the globes up towards me.
“Alexandra,” I warned.
“I love your cum so much, Sir,” she said. “I want more.”
The beast purred in satisfaction. Careful. I had to be careful. My clever little Princess was learning how to push my buttons. If I didn’t watch myself, she’d manipulate me into giving her the one thing she wanted the most: my cock.
Before I could respond, Brian was back with a damp towel. He wiped his wife down with care. She ignored him beautifully as she turned on her side and curled up in my lap.
“Where’s the bedroom?” I asked her husband.
Wordlessly, he pointed to the back of the penthouse.
“You sleep on the sofa, tonight.”
Desire simmered in his eyes. He nodded.
I scooped Alexandra into my arms, holding her close as I walked us to the bedroom. I kicked the door open and pushed it shut with my shoulder. The bed was big, the comforter plush. I deposited my Goddess onto it and the fluffy fabric embraced her like a cloud.
She was exhausted.
And though a part of me wanted to force her to service me once more, I found myself stripping to my boxers and crawling into bed next to her. She cooed, nuzzled in close and fell asleep with a content little smile on her face.
And it was nice, I decided. Nice, to have her in my arms, warm and safe and wholly mine, as I fell asleep. Somehow, even though I’d used this woman every which way, it was these quiet moments afterward that felt the most intimate.
Careful. I had to be careful.
I couldn’t get too attached. Because how long could this situation last?
One day, she’d decide it was time to settle down, start a family, and there’d only be room for Brian in her life. I frowned, my eyes jolting open. I looked at the woman in my arms, her golden-red hair splayed over my chest.
It hadn’t happened yet. So I would enjoy her while I could.
Chapter Four
LEXIE
Derek overwhelmed my senses in the darkness before I opened my eyes. Scent—musky, manly, intoxicating. Touch—sturdy, warm, and secure. His skin was against mine, his arms encased me, and his hardness jutted between my legs. I opened my eyes. Sight—black hair ruffled, sensual mouth relaxed, chest moving up and down slowly.
Still asleep and he was hard for me already. Like his cock had needed a little place to sleep too, it had managed to slip between my thighs. Warmth pooled in my chest. Tangled together in bed, these quiet, uninterrupted moments before waking, that was the stuff of lovers.
The sharp clang of desire in my clit reminded me that he had not yet fucked me. I’d been upset last night when he’d ordered Brian to finish me off. Yes, I had needed release, but not from Brian.
I needed Derek.
Needed him to take me, to fuck me.
It was more than physical need. More than desire. It was the craving to be that close to him again that was driving me mad. As close as physically possible, two bodies made one.
I wasn’t stupid enough to realize what that might mean. But that wasn’t something I was ready to face. Wasn’t sure if I’d ever be ready to face it. So, I just let it be. This thing between us was wild and lustful. It didn’t have to be anything more than that.
Especially not when that cock was twitching between my thighs.
Slowly, I began to rock my hips against it. I let my fingers trace circles in the smattering of hair on his chest, enjoying the sensation of his girth sliding against my pussy. I closed my eyes and savored it, my clit thudding.
When I opened them, gray eyes blazed back at me.
Derek flipped me onto my back and pinned me beneath him. He was so huge. There was no way I’d ever get out from under him. Which was exactly why I loved it so much when he pinned me. The sensation of being trapped, helpless, and his turned me on more than I could say.
“Good morning, Princess,” he said, breaking the kiss.
“Morning, Derek.”
Blurred. Outside of the dungeon in his basement, outside of the designated scenes we set up for ourselves, the line between Dominant and submissive, Derek and Lexie, was always blurred. I clutched his taut, muscled ass, and ground against his length. He chuckled.
“Hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I said into his ear. “Please, fuck me.”
Derek pulled back, chuckling.
“I think I’d rather have breakfast first.”
He kissed one nipple, then the other, before licking his way down to my belly button. He shoved my legs apart.
“I want a nice…” he said, licking lower. “Juicy…”
His mouth hovered above my pussy. Warm breath hit it as he spoke.
“Succulent…”
What he wanted, I never found out. Because he lowered his tongue between my folds and began to feast. His tongue burned hot as it slaked over my clit. He knew just the way to lick me to get me worked up.
It was like he’d memorized every peak and valley of my body and pussy, marking the spots that drove me wild. He was my master, through and through, and knew how to get me off better than I did myself.
And I was reminded, as he licked and sucked, as he inserted his fingers and stroked, that he also knew how to drive me crazy. Because he was working me up to an orgasm, and every time my body tensed, every time I got close, he pulled back. Slowed his rhythm and brought me crashing down before he sent me soaring again.
The bastard.
Sweat beaded on my skin. My face grew warm and flushed. I’d stopped paying attention to the sounds I was emitting. I didn’t care. All that mattered was his tongue, his fingers, working me up and up, and never letting me come.
“Derek!”
That dark laugh greeted my ears. To my dismay, he stopped. Just stopped. He palmed my pussy, getting his fingers nice and wet, and used my juices to stroke his length. Derek straddled my chest and pumped his cock.
“I’m going to come in your mouth. You’re going to swallow every last drop.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My Master was back. I watched him work that magnificent cock and longed for it to pierce me to my core. Why wouldn’t he fuck me?! I knew why I wasn’t allowed to come. It was punishment for the stunt I pulled when he walked in the door. But I was almost hurt that he could stand to stay out of me for so long.
Because I was a mess. A total, pathetic mess, without that cock filling me up.
“Open your mouth,” he growled.
I obeyed, lifting my head so my mouth captured just the tip of his member. Derek groaned as I sucked and felt the cum spurt onto my tongue. I sucked and sucked, swallowing down every last drop. Just as instructed.
“Good girl,” he said when he was finished.
I pouted up at him. His returning grin showed me he knew exactly what he was doing. Derek stood up and gathered his clothes from the floor.
“Get dressed, we’re going shopping.”
I propped my head in my hand and watched him dress. “Shopping? For what?”
“We’re getting you an outfit for tonight.”
My heart skipped a beat.
He wanted to get me an outfit for Club Midnight. The exclusive, high-end sex club owned by Vanessa, Derek’s billionaire twin sister. He’d assured me she wouldn’t be there tonight. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to meet her. I just didn’t want it to be at an S&M club. I had a ton of sexy lingerie here, though. I’d much rather spend the day in bed, trying to get him to fuck me, than go shopping.
“One of my regular outfits won’t do?”
“No,” he grinned, and it was wolfish and terrible. “No, I have something else in mind for you, Princess.”
DEREK
The weakling was gone, off to work by the time we’d emerged from the bedroom. Good. I didn’t want him interfering today. Not when I was ready to lavish Alexandra with the finest lingerie money could buy. And tease her. Tease her all day long, until she was begging for my cock tonight.
For what I had planned at the Club, the more desperate she was, the better.
While she dressed, I strolled through the penthouse. It was open concept and modern with touches of the classical luxury my Goddess so adored. Hints of marble, accents of gold, bronze, silver, and crisp, creamy white. Tall mirrors and natural textures gave the home a relaxed feel.
Impressive, considering it was a Park Avenue penthouse, perched on the top floor of a high rise. I stopped by a galley of large windows, and took in the views of Manhattan, complete with the Empire State building to one side, Central Park to the other.
She came in on silent feet. I didn’t realize she was there until those delicate hands snaked around my waist. Standing on the tip of her toes, her chin rested atop my shoulder.
“Lovely, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I agreed. “Who decorated this place for you?”
“I did it myself.”
I placed my hands over the ones that were inching lower and lower. Trying to coax and tease me, into giving her the one thing she wanted the most. I laughed, spinning to face her. My hands found her ass on instinct, and I pulled her towards me. Her turquoise eyes dazzled as they met mine.
“You have great taste, Alexandra.”
She smiled, shrugging.
“I enjoy it. I used to want to be an interior designer.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You’d do well at it,” I said, honestly.
She rolled her eyes. My hands tightened on that ass.
“I mean it,” I insisted, itching to spank her for the eye roll. “I do know a thing or two about this business.”
Some sad emotion flickered across her face. Longing or perhaps regret. Before I could ask her about it, she pulled away from me. My hands itched all the more.
“Are we going to stand here all day or are we going to this mysterious shop?”
I strode up behind her and landed one solid, hard smack on that luscious ass. Even through the fabric of her tweed skirt, I knew she’d feel it. She squealed.
“Careful, Princess,” I warned, biting her earlobe.
I squeezed her ass cheek for emphasis and she moaned, leaning back into my touch. Such a hedonist, my Alexandra. I stepped back, and she stumbled, off balance. I walked towards the door.
“Are you going to stand there all day?” I teased.
I loved the way she huffed at me before she stomped over.
“I’m not coming out there.”
I sat on a stool in the dressing room and glared at the pink curtain she was hiding behind.
“Alexandra,” I said, making my voice hard.
She was becoming increasingly disobedient. All this time apart, her being out of the Hamptons…I wondered if it made her feel more bold. If she felt like we were on “her” turf now that I was in Manhattan. I tried not to think about the other conclusion. That maybe I was getting soft.
“Derek,” she whined. “Is anyone out there?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I hissed. “I told you to come out here.”
She sighed, but the curtain rippled and she poked out her head. Her eyes darted around the room, relief filling them when she found no one else present.
“Alexandra,” I growled.
The rings of the curtain scraped on the metal rod as she swung it open. The beast sat up, panting at the sight of her as she glimmered in pink and silver. I stood up, unable to stop myself from devouring her with my gaze. Her lips parted as I advanced.
“Perfect,” I said, my hands movedto her shoulders and pushed her back into the changing room.
Her shoulders hit the mirrored wall with a clang. I spun her around, grinding my growing length into her ass.
“Are you sure this is appropriate for the club?” she asked, her eyes roving
over her exposed curves.
“Yes.”
I couldn’t stop my hands from appreciating those curves. Alexandra’s eyes darted to the open curtain.
“Watch,” I whispered, looking at her in the mirror.
My hands trailed down her exposed stomach. Her eyes followed.
“Good girl.”
I grazed her earlobe with my teeth before nipping at her neck. My hand went lower until it found its way under the skimpy bottoms I’d picked out for her. She gasped. My other hand encircled her neck, pulling her head back to my chest.
“Imagine how it will look when you have your collar on,” I said, my cock twitching against her ass.
She moaned.
“My pretty, spoiled Princess, on display for everyone to see.”
My fingers slipped into her silky, wet folds.
“For all your worries about being caught, you are soaking wet for me.”
She didn’t say anything. Just watched as my fingers moved faster beneath the satiny fabric.
“What does that make you, Alexandra?”
“A—a dirty slut.”
“Yes,” I grinned, and her hips bucked. “And whose dirty, little slut are you?”
“Yours, Sir,” she panted.
“Very good, Princess,” I murmured against her neck.
She tried to hide the sounds of her heavy breathing, but she couldn’t.
“And what does my little slut want?”
Her eyes, dark with desire, met mine in the mirror, wide and pleading.
“Your cock, Sir.”
“Do you deserve it?”
“Please, Sir.”
“Or do you deserve to be punished?”
“Please.”
Her body tensed, and I knew her orgasm was seconds from barreling through her. So I stilled my fingers, pulled them away, and enjoyed her cry of frustration. I licked my fingers clean, smirking at her. Those sea-green eyes filled with desperation and she turned, shoving me hard against the wall.
Alexandra palmed my cock through my pants. Before I knew it, she had unzipped them and her hand was gripping my swollen flesh. I hissed at the unexpected pleasure.