by CA Quigg
“Spread your legs, and you’ll see.” He shoves up the skirt of my dress, not seeming care it’s a one of a kind and cost thousands of dollars. “I’m glad you couldn’t wear underwear with this dress.”
He traces his fingertips over my collarbone and down to my milk-filled breasts. My breath quickens, and I focus on his teasing movements. I rest my head against the seatback and open my thighs.
“Bring your hands down and spread yourself as wide as you can.”
Even after a year, his requests still throw my hormones into a frenzy. I do as he asks and stretch my folds.
“As wet as always.”
Callum’s finger gently circles my clit, but then he stops and rummages through his coat pocket. A few seconds later, he secures my clit between his fingers, and slips something small and constricting over me.
“What’s that?” I gasp and ask, releasing my folds.
“A clit clip.”
“Tell me more.”
“Aren’t you forgetting who I am?” He slaps his fingers against my clit, and I groan.
“Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t forget your place, sub.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“The more I stimulate you, the more engorged you’ll become the more intense this will feel.” He leans down and rolls his tongue around my clit, sending jolts of electricity shooting to every nerve ending.
I touch my fingers to my hard bud and tap softly. I’m twice as big than normal and hypersensitive to even the smallest touch.
“Do you want me to make myself come for you, Sir?” Masturbating and pleasuring myself in front of him is now one of my biggest turn ons, and I never hesitate when he tells me to touch myself. This past year, he’s introduced me to pleasures I never even imagined, and I do everything he asks because he’ll never hurt me.
“No. That pleasure’s all mine, but don’t think I’m going to allow that to happen anytime soon.” Clasping his fingers around my hand, he stops my movements.
He takes over and dips his fingers inside me and uses his thumb to made wide circles around the base of my engorged and pulsing clit, making the circles smaller and smaller with each excruciating rotation. Pulsing flutters assault me, and my walls clench. I’m so close—so, so close.
“I’m going to come,” I say on a moan.
Callum pulls his hand away. “No, you’re not.”
I grit my teeth. “What do you expect when you torment me like this, Sir?”
“Watch your tone.” The sound of a zipper opening fills my ears. He sits beside me and says, “On your knees, Aubree.” With his guidance, I kneel between his legs. “Open your mouth.”
I do as he says, and the wet tip of his hard cock brushes over my tongue. I close my mouth around his width, pulling him between my lips. A hiss of satisfaction leaves his mouth, and his obvious enjoyment makes me work faster. No matter how many times I've sucked Callum’s cock, I’ll never tire of pleasuring him this way.
“Wrap your hand around my dick.” His husky voice sends shivers down to my toes.
I keep the head of his cock in my mouth and curl my fingers around him. He thrusts with a demanding rhythm, and I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for some relief, any relief. He smells and tastes delicious, and if his plan is to drive me insane with orgasm deprivation, he’s succeeding.
I moan against his length and bring my hand between my thighs. I need a little something to take the edge off.
“Don’t even think about it.” He laces his fingers through my hair and tugs my head backward. For a fleeting second, I want to hate him, but then he pulls me to his lips and kisses me with a furious passion that shoots zinging pleasure to my clit.
His lips move with a slow reverence that stills time. And, when he eases his tongue into my mouth, my body grows slack and I savor the taste of my husband.
Reaching down, I curl my fingers around his width. Despite his unfair games, it’s impossible to hate someone I love this much.
“Are you ready to come,” he asks, brushing his lips over mine.
“Where you’re concerned, I’m always ready to come, Sir.”
He takes me on to his lap and removes the clip. If I thought my I was engorged before, it’s nothing compared to what I am now. I pant at the stinging sensation as blood rushes into my clit. Callum parts my thighs and the gentle rotations from his fingers sooth the sting but also signals the rise of my orgasm.
He splays two fingers on either side of my clit and squeezes his knuckles together until the only thing I’m aware of are the sensations between my legs and the blood rushing to my head.
My inner muscles contract hard, needing something to grip. As if sensing what I need, Callum slides his fingers inside me: scissoring, fucking, twisting. My walls clench around him, and my orgasm sweeps over me, obliterating everything. I claw at him and buck uncontrollably against his fingers.
He continues stroking me until he takes everything I can give. The intensity of the orgasm weakens me, and I slump against him.
“May I speak freely, Sir?”
He strokes damp tendrils of hair out of my face and presses a kiss to my forehead. “You may.”
I straddle his lap and say, “I love you and will never stop loving you. Meeting you is the best thing that ever happened to me, and if you don’t fuck me now, I’ll never forgive you.”
He laughs, and I shiver at the rich, deep sound of his happiness. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready, and I’ll live with it if you don’t forgive me.” He cups my cheeks in his warm hands, and says, “I love you with my heart and soul. Meeting you, marrying you, and having you as the mother to our son is something I’ll be eternally grateful for.”
The car slows to a stop, and he asks, “Are you ready to be tied up and tormented?”
“You know I am, Sir.”
The End
About CA Quigg
CA Quigg is Callie Quigg's steamier pen name. Callie first discovered romance stories in her teens and then proceeded to devour every book she could get her hands on. As a result, she spent many years dreaming about billionaires, movie stars, and aristocrats whisking her away to exotic lands. Sadly, those dreams didn’t come true. But she’s happy to say her very own handsome hero showed up nineteen years ago and swept her off her feet.
When not writing steamy stories about sassy heroines finding Mr. Right, she can be found watching trashy TV, drinking cheap bottles of wine, and eating copious amounts of Cadbury's chocolate.
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Juliana, Piper, and Lauren, you get me through the days and help me navigate the choppy waters of writing.
I couldn't do it without you.
Mwah!
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