A furious kiss disregards me—blinding, heart-stopping. All my senses shut down as his tongue wars over mine.
Victor moves down the bed, snatching his tie back and grabbing the waistline of my sweats.
Ripppp.
The thick material exposes my midriff then he snatches them down, pausing as he stares at my panties. My laughter is a fog of embarrassment. These hot pink one-hundred-percent cotton panties did not come from Victoria’s Secret, but these granny panties are clean.
“Every chance you get, you bloody defy me! I’ll burn your entire fucking wardrobe, Little One.” Victor shreds the material to pieces.
“My gawd, Vic.” I shake my head with a smile, whispering, “That is not something you threaten to do.”
“I do not voice idle threats. That was a promise.”
Again, I laugh and shush him. I’m paranoid, wondering if Dad hears us.
“No ‘shhhhs,’ Lux. You’re a loud lover.” Amusement dances across his face.
I shake my head, “No,” but he disappears between my thighs. His lips suck in my bulb, and my pussy surges against his face. Victor pulls away, growling, “You will sing for me, Lux.”
I take a second to catch my breath then quickly assure him that this will be quiet. He alternates from kissing and tracing the lips of my labia with his tongue. Clutching the sheets, I hold in the moaning that was always a sure incentive to him. The first orgasm rolls past my lips with ease.
“Luxury!”
“No, don’t st-stop,” I stammer in a harsh whisper.
“Sing for me, Little One.”
I’m moaning, but he wants me to be untamed and fully liberated. His tongue plunges deep inside of me. He maneuvers back and forth, maintaining a rhythm. The sway is a calculated move that brings my desire to a peak and back again as if Victor is holding my second orgasm hostage until I sing out.
“Vicccc, please,” I snap, although my tone has kicked it up a notch for emphasis. Thigh muscles straining, I press together as Victor shoves them back wide. My hands twine within his thick, black hair as his head bobbles between my thighs.
“Damn!” I grab the pillow, bite down, and scream as another wave pulsates through my body. While the extended orgasm rips through my soul, Victor, that greedy bastard, reaches up. My fingers cleave into the pillowcase as he snatches it from me.
Without a single word, Victor tosses it overhead. Now, he’s back to feasting on the delicate sweets I offer. He slowly inserts a finger inside me, and pleasure radiates through me as my walls convulse around his digit until I’m a shouting mess.
He leans up. Lips glossed in a sly grin. “Shall I fuck you, Luxury?”
“Shhhhh!”
His voice ripples along my skin like a dark caress. “Luxury, do you want me to fuck you? I can’t hear you.”
“Yes!” I snap.
“You’re not singing yet.” His head begins to disappear again. I grab his hair. He slaps my hand and murmurs, “Perhaps, when I’m ready.”
My grumbling turns into moaning. Instead of having a pillow as a muzzle, I’m twisting the sheets with my hands. I bite down on my forearm as Victor spreads tiny nibbles onto the inside of my thigh.
He moves to the left, lengthening every touch, savoring every caress.
My body bows as I scream, desiring him to return his affections deep into my core. As my voice increases in scale, Victor obliges, tapping his tongue over my clit. I explode at first contact, shuddering as he slides a finger into me. My hands come down to ward off his agonizing tongue while the remainder of me surrenders to Victor’s master plan. As if he can read my body, Victor leans on his haunches. Overthrown with desire, I pant as my heart jolts into my throat. “Please . . . I can’t take . . . it anymore . . . I need you, Victor.”
9
Victor
“You may now sit on daddy’s face, Little One. I forgive you.” I climb up, licking her sweets from my mouth.
A flash of confusion lights in Luxury’s gaze, but she’s too delirious to challenge my command.