Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I barely lift my voice. “You’re out of practice, so I’ll give you this one warning and reminder, lover. Be silent unless I ask you a question. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I love playing these little dominance games. Silence is such a simple thing to ask for, and significantly less simple to provide. Both Alaric and Zurielle are talkers by nature. It’s only a matter of time before one of them forgets themselves and I get to indulge in a punishment.
I keep stroking Zurielle’s pussy. Slowly. Building her pleasure layer by layer. It’s there in the flush beneath her skin. In the way her lips part. In her chest heaving with each inhale and exhale, her brown nipples pebbled and practically begging to be played with. Exquisite. Every bit of her is exquisite.
She was worth every penny.
No, that’s not the proper way to look at things. The revenge was worth every penny. Enjoying her is simply a bonus. To remind myself, I say, “What do you think your father would say if he knew I had my fingers inside you right now?”
Zurielle moans a little. “He wouldn’t like it.”
“No, he wouldn’t like it.” A vast understatement. “I’m tempted to take a little video and send it to him. There’s no pretending you’re anything but a willing victim when you’re so wet, my fingers are shining.”
She opens her mouth but seems to realize that I didn’t ask her a question. Zurielle presses her lips together even as another whimper escapes. Her hips move a little, trying to take my fingers deeper.
“So shameless,” I murmur, watching her closely. Oh, this little darling loves being bad. She’s getting off on knowing that she shouldn’t be enjoying my touch. “Will you come all over your father’s enemy’s fingers?”
Zurielle gasps. “I came on your face last night.”
That surprises a laugh out of me. “So you did. Was that a hint, darling? Would you like my mouth on your pussy?” I don’t wait for her answer to slide off the stool and to my knees, turning her so her back is to the counter. A position I don’t hold often. It doesn’t matter. I don’t have the patience right now to relocate us. I want a taste.
She makes that sexy little whimper at the first swipe of my tongue. “You’re such a bad girl, Zurielle.” I kiss one thigh and then the other. “You know I’m the enemy, but you don’t care as long as I make you orgasm. Selfish, wanton girl. What do you have to say for yourself?”
She braces her hands on the counter behind her. The move puts her on full display, and I’m not entirely sure it’s on accident. She bites her bottom lip and begs me with those big dewy eyes of hers not to make her answer. When I hold firm, she finally says, “Please don’t stop.”
As if I have any intention of stopping. There will be time for orgasm deprivation and leaving her on the edge later. Right now, I want my dessert.
I wedge my hands under her ass and pull her to my mouth. I figured out what touch she likes best last night, and I set to it now. I drive her ruthlessly higher and higher, until she’s whimpering and thrashing and it takes all my strength to pin her in place.
When she comes, it’s with a sharp cry. “Ursa.”
I suck her clit and dip down to drag my tongue through her folds once, twice, a third time. Soaking up every bit of her taste. I lean back and lick my lips. “Go to the living room and bend over the arm of the couch.”
She stares down at me blankly. Her breath comes so harshly, her breasts shake a bit with each one. “What?”
I slap her thigh, just hard enough to sting. “Do not make me repeat myself.”
Zurielle stands on blatantly shaking legs and staggers out of the kitchen in the direction of the living room. I push slowly to my feet to find Alaric leaning against the sink with a towel in his hands. I raise my brows. “Would you like to watch?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Come along.” I lead the way into the living room. Zurielle has obeyed beautifully. She’s bent over the arm of the couch, her forearms propped on the cushion, her ass in the air. It’s such a cute little ass, though she could stand to gain some weight. I move to stand behind her and palm her cheeks. “So. You can be obedient. One wouldn’t know it with how you flounce in the face of simple orders. If you come again without permission, I won’t let you orgasm for a full twenty-four hours.” I give her one last squeeze and shift position. “Alaric, kneel here.” I point to the spot directly behind Zurielle, but far enough away that I won’t have to worry about striking him on accident.