Eliza obeys my every command for the rest of dinner. By the time I’m done, I’ve gotten more than I asked for, more than I expected. It must be a testament to how long it’s been since I’ve fucked a woman, but I’m hard as a rock watching her suck on my spoon like that. When the last bite is gone, I push the bowls away and turn her chair to face me. I don’t care if she can see my cock straining against my pants. I fucking hope she can.
“Look at you,” I say, lifting her chin and examining her face. “You got food on yourself,bambina.What a messy little eater you are. I hope you swallow my cum better.”
Her lips part in a silent gasp, then snap closed. She swallows, her eyes swimming with fear. She shakes her head, her plump lower lip trembling. “You said dinner.”
“You slopped your dinner on your pretty blouse,” I say, brushing my knuckle lightly over the stain on her tit. Her nipple pebbles against the fabric as if eager for my touch. I want to peel off every layer of her clothes, lay her on the table, and suck her cunt until it turns inside out.
Instead, I brush my knuckles in a slow circle around her nipple, my skin just a whisper against the soft fabric. She sucks in a breath, her knees spasming together for a second. I chuckle. “I think we’d better get that off, don’t you think,piccolamia?”
“King,” she whispers.
I love the sound of my name on her tongue. I want to be her king. I want to see her kneeling at my feet, worshipping me the way I want to worship her. Without meaning to, without knowing it, I’ve begun to want her to be my queen as much as I want to be her king.
But she doesn’t need to know that. Not yet. Not until I’ve got a handle on her.
“That’s right, baby girl,” I say. “I’m your king. Don’t forget it again.”
I grip the front of her shirt in both hands and give a swift tug. Buttons fly, clicking against the table and floor as they fall. She lets out a little cry as I spread her shirt open, baring her bra. It’s black lace, and I don’t like thinking about who she’s wearing a sexy bra for. Was she really just planning to go out with her girlfriends?
“Who are you wearing this for?” I demand, hooking my finger in the center, between her tits.
“No one,” she protests, her eyes widening.
“Take it off.”
“What?”
“I don’t like it,” I say. “Take it off. Go out tomorrow and get some plain white ones. Not ones that makes me think you’re showing them to someone else.”
“Oh, now you’re jealous?” she asks, her voice hardening in a way I don’t like. I like her when she’s soft and vulnerable.
“Fuck yes, I’m jealous,” I say. “I’m your husband. I don’t want to think about anyone else even looking at you.”
She hesitates a moment before slowly unhooking her bra and pulling it down her arms, dropping it to the floor beside the table. I stare at her, bared to me like an invitation. She makes no move to cover herself. Her tits are round and perfect, her nipples small and whiskey-brown like her eyes, hardened by arousal already.
I duck down and take one of her them in my mouth, sucking it between my lips. She gasps and grips my head, but I can’t tell if she’s pulling me closer or pushing me away. I don’t care. I want to taste her skin, to make her moan. I run my tongue across the tip of her nipple, groaning at the softness of her skin, the tightness of her nipple, like a puckered little pebble. I suck harder, drawing her tit further in, filling my mouth with her flesh. She whimpers, and I bite down just a little, squeezing with my teeth. She sucks in a breath, squirming in her chair.
I know when a girl needs her cunt filled, and I don’t waste any time. I push my hand under her skirt, running it all the way up to the apex of her thighs. Her panties are as wet as I suspected. She lets out a little cry, and I pull back on her tit, closing my teeth around her nipple and biting down gently while I flick the tip of my tongue against it. She’s panting and squirming when I release her tit and open her knees. My cock throbs against my pants when I touch her, the heat of her need burning through the wet fabric between her legs. I push up her skirt and tug aside her panties, opening her lips so I can see the glistening pink flesh of her slit.
“I’m going to need you to shave this,” I say.
“What?” she demands, still breathless but sounding pissed all the same.
I take a pinch of her pubic hair and tug it hard enough to make her lift up in her chair, sucking in a breath. I didn’t know there was a girl left in New York who hadn’t lasered the hair off her pussy by now. “Shave it,” I say. “I want to see you, Eliza. All of you.”
“This is all of me,” she protests.
I scoot my chair back, grab her around the waist, and lift her onto the edge of the table. I take her hands and wrap them around the edge. “Don’t move your hands from there,” I order, standing over her.
Her eyes are filled with uncertainty, that innocence shining from her as she wonders what I’ll do to her, how far I’ll go. It’s addictive.
I strip off her panties and spread her knees, stroking her wetness while I slide a hand behind her neck, pulling her face closer to mine. I gaze into her eyes, watching them while I sink a finger into her. She’s so tight I can hardly get a single finger in. I have to force it through her slick, clenched walls. Her lips fall open, her eyes widening, and she takes a long, shuddering breath, her hands clamping around the edge of the table.
That’s right, baby girl.Obey, and you get to cum.
I pump my finger into her hot little hole, loosening her up. God, I can’t wait to wreck this beautiful, perfect, untouched part of her. I want to feel every moment of her tearing open, feel my cock rip through the barrier and sink into her, taking something from her no one else ever will. I want to feel her cunt clutching me like a slick pink vice from every side while I bust deep inside her, where no one has ever been and no one else will ever be, leaving my claim in the deepest part of her.
“I want to see this tight cunt spread open and bared for me,” I murmur, my mouth inches from hers. “With nothing covering it. I want to feel your soft skin against my cock before I break you open, not this.” I grab a handful of her pubic hair and yank on it so hard she cries out.