“If I have to shave, then you should, too,” she manages, her words coming out around panting breaths.
I smirk at that. “Trust me, I know how to keep myself groomed for fucking.”
She tries to push me away, but I’m not done taking what’s mine. Showing her that it’s mine. I work a second finger against her opening, and she whimpers and tries to close her legs. I push them apart and twist my fingers together, working them both in at once. She sucks in an unsteady breath, squirming against me as I stretch her tight little virgin opening further than it’s ever been. I push my fingers all the way in nice and slow, marveling at how fucking tight she is. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get my cock in.
My cock throbs so hard I think I’m going to cum in my pants like a fucking virgin just from fingering her. But she needs to know I’m the one in control here, and how can I show her I can control her if I can’t even control myself?
I steady myself and then begin to move my fingers, drawing them out and thrusting them back into her hard and deep, making her gasp and shudder and jerk her hips as I plunder her slick entrance. Finally, I can’t wait any longer.
“Fuck it,” I say, shoving her back on the table. “I can’t wait for you to be ready. Your dad will kill me for your lies, and I’m not going to die without fucking my wife.”
She catches herself on her palms, then glances up at me with trepidation when she realizes she released the edge of the table. “No,” she whispers. “That doesn’t count. You pushed me.”
I prowl forward, dipping my lips toward hers but stopping just before they touch. I squeeze her knees, holding them open as wide as they’ll go, leaving her juicy cunt open for whatever I deliver. I brush my lips across hers. “I’m going to destroy this tight little cunt so thoroughly no one can ever wonder if your husband claimed his rights to it.”
“Please,” she whimpers. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll—I’ll give you head. Anything you want. Just don’t hurt me.”
“Do you even know how to give head?” I ask, raising a brow at her.
“No,” she admits, her eyes downcast. “But I can learn how. You can show me.”
I lean close again, running my nose across hers gently, teasingly, while I ease my fingers back into her. I can’t stop touching her, fucking her with my fingers. I want to fuck her in every hole with my tongue, my cock, my fingers. I want to hear her scream my name when she cums. “Tell me you don’t want this,” I murmur. “Tell me you don’t want me to tear that virgin cunt in two. I’ll turn your pink pussy red and fuck you in the pool of blood.”
She shudders, but I feel her cunt throb around my fingers. She wants it, even if she can’t admit it. “No,” she whispers. “Please. You said dinner.”
“Dinner’s not over until we’ve had dessert,” I tell her. I reach for one of the spoons, the ceramic utensil gleaming white under the kitchen lights. Slowly, I lick both sides of it clean, sucking it into my mouth. Eliza watches me, her face flushed, her eyes locked on my mouth.
I slide my fingers out of her and press the rounded end of the spoon against her cunt. She gasps when the wet ceramic touches her hot flesh, but I catch her knees when she tries to squirm away. I push them open again, my cock throbbing as I watch the smooth white instrument slide through her wetness. I push it against her opening, and she gasps, her thighs quivering as I put more and more pressure on the handle until it breaches her entrance and slides inside her.
A shudder goes through her, and heat ripples through me. I spread her open with my other hand, stroking around the swollen, pink bud of her clit while I begin to move the spoon, fucking her with the smooth instrument. She watches as if transfixed, her breath rapid as I slide it in and out of her cunt, slicking my thumb back and forth across her clit until she’s letting out soft little cries with each stroke. At last, she drops her head back, her wild hair tumbling down her back as she lifts her hips in an invitation.
I’m tempted to push the spoon further, but I don’t want anything to break through the barrier of her virginity but my cock. So I draw the spoon out, leaving Eliza panting and staring at me with disbelief and desperation. She was close, and she needs me to finish her off. There’s only one thing I’d love more than to fuck her right here, right now, on the table with takeout soup containers around us.
“Only I can taste this cunt,” I say. “Only ever me.”
I slowly lift the spoon to my mouth and slide it between my lips. Eliza’s expression goes from gaping indignation to a mixture of heated desire and embarrassment. Her cheeks pinken, but she can’t take her eyes away. I lick the back of the spoon, tasting her on it, then turn it over and lick out the inside. By the time I set it down, I think she’s going to launch herself off the table and wrap herself around me. I take her chin in my hand and pull it up, pressing my lips to hers before sliding my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself on it.
I draw back after a few seconds. “Know this,piccola,” I say. “I control your pleasure. I can give it, and I can take it away. I tell you when it’s enough. Tonight, you’ll think about what you did. If you do better tomorrow, I’ll let you finish.”
twelve
Eliza
I stare up at King, trying to comprehend what he’s saying. My brain feels foggy and slow to engage.
“Are you fucking kidding?” I ask, hating how breathless I am.
He pulls my phone from his pocket and sets it on the table. “Text your father and tell him you didn’t mean that, and I’ll finish what I started.”
Then it snaps into place. He’s trying to bribe me with orgasm.
And yeah, the one he gave me in Bora Bora was the best feeling I’ve ever had in my entire fucking life, but I’m not going to be controlled by lust and pleasure—at least not the kind he gives me.
I pick up my phone and hop off the edge of the table, pushing past King. I’m painfully aware of the air against my bare skin, that I’m wearing nothing but a short skirt now. I spot my damp panties lying discarded on the floor, and shame burns through me. I save whatever dignity remains by stepping over them and walking away, ignoring them and the swollen ache waiting between my thighs.
“I’m going to meet Bianca for a drink,” I call back over my shoulder before ducking into the bedroom.
I wish I could watch his reaction, see the shock on his infuriating face. His stupid rules and games won’t stop me from doing what I want. He needs to know that.