by Evelyn Vox
Then that hand tightened as hard as a vise around mine, and those eyes, oh god, those eyes. They flashed at me darkly before he shoved me back against the sofa so hard my body rocked with the impact. His hand went to his belt buckle. Slowly, so slowly, he undid the belt, the button, and then the zipper of his pants.
His cock sprung forth, a heavy, thick weight that bounced before it stuck out straight. A glistening drop of arousal leaked out of the red, engorged head. I gulped and looked up at him. He stared at me, the cold mask of my master taking over.
“You’ve been a very, very bad girl, Alexandra,” he said.
My eyes were wide as saucers as I nodded.
“And what happens to bad, disobedient, little brats?”
“We get punished,” I whispered, unable to break away from his dominant, claiming stare.
“Exactly,” Derek grinned, devilishly, before he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me towards his throbbing cock.
Chapter Two
Derek
I’d wondered what it would take to break her, make her disobey my orders. I hadn’t been easy on her this week. I knew denying her before our reunion would drive her crazy. The last two weeks and three days were the longest we’ve been apart since we began fucking. And it felt like an eternity.
My body craved her. Needed her. Alexandra was my addiction and I was in agony without her.
So, I’d made sure to make her suffer too.
And my Venus’ suffering was so exquisite.
Every time we spoke, I could hear the need in her voice. Brian reported that she’d been behaving herself. That he’d done his weakling job of working her up for me. As long as he wasn’t making her come without my permission, I could check my knee-jerk reaction of wanting to punch his face in at the thought of that wimp touching my Goddess.
Despite what she may think, I hadn’t intended to be late. I couldn’t stand to be apart from her for one second longer than necessary, even if it served to draw out her torment. No. My cock had been hard and raging the entire drive from the Hamptons.
Like I said, the last few weeks were a fucking eternity, and I’d be damned if I’d add even a minute to our time apart.
It had been days and days of fisting my flesh, watching her touch herself for me, or sending me photos of her gorgeous body, but it wasn’t enough. It didn’t even come close. No. Every fiber of my being counted the seconds until I was buried deep in my sweet, sweet Goddess again.
Seventeen days, the beast had been screaming for her. No amount of jerking off would do. Nothing could slake my thirst for this woman. No power in the universe could stop me from getting to her fancy, yuppie apartment as soon as possible.
Except for Manhattan traffic.
The drive shouldn’t have taken more than two hours, but an accident on the bridge delayed me. By the time I’d found parking and made my way to her building with the doorman who, courtesy of Brian, was expecting me, I was over half an hour late.
I rode up the elevator and checked my phone. I growled when I saw her messages. The video. So, the minx hadn’t been able to wait for me. She thought this was all planned. Anger and excitement thrummed in my veins. My cock felt like it could rip a hole through my pants.
I grinned at the challenge in her voice, her eyes.
‘I won’t be able to stop myself if you don’t hurry, Sir.’
My Princess did not like to be kept waiting. God help her if she came without my permission. The elevator ride stretched on for what felt like hours, even though it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two. Alexandra and her damn penthouse apartment.
The elevator pinged open to her floor and her door beckoned to me. I stormed up to it just in time to hear her moan my name. That little bitch. Even as the beast howled in rage and with need, I loved that she cried out my name when she touched herself.
I punched in the door code, provided by the weakling, and exploded through the door. There she was, spread in all her glory on the sofa. Those long legs open with a hand down her panties. Her nipples were hard beneath the silk of her robe. That face was flushed with desire and plastered with utter shock.
That face that was so beautiful it hurt to look at her.
Alexandra Hale. My Goddess, my Venus, mine.
The beast tore at me, roaring to cross the threshold and claim her on the spot.
"You little, fucking, Brat.”
My voice was harsh, guttural, choking on the desire and lust that coursed through my veins. She trembled, her face getting redder, and little gasps poured from those bee-stung lips. She just came. Right there. Right in front of my eyes.
The beast purred in predatory delight. Slamming the door behind me, I advanced, ready to pounce. And she had the audacity to grin at me. It seemed the distance had made her forget her lessons.
Sea-green eyes that I could drown in consumed me. I caged her in my arms, looming down, trying to be menacing. But fuck, Alexandra. Here she was. My Venus incarnate. I leaned in closer, inhaling her delicious scent like vanilla— the one I’d missed every day. I claimed her chin and devoured her mouth.
My cock lurched. She was so sweet, her lips so perfect, and her tongue so divine as it danced with mine. I took my time drinking her in, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I ripped her disobedient hand out of her panties and licked her honey off her fingers.
She tasted so good I almost groaned. My cock throbbed and twitched, begging to be unleashed upon her. I couldn’t explain it when I withdrew her fingers and just held her hand to my cheek. I closed my eyes, searing this moment in my memory forever. I needed this. I needed her. All of her.
Alexandra’s forehead bumped against mine. My chest tightened, the sensation as overwhelming as the painfully hard erection between my legs. The beast raked it claws in impatience, pulling me out of my stupor. I pushed her back, and finally took my aching cock out of my pants. She watched, hypnotized by my thick, hard flesh.
“You’ve been a very, very bad girl, Alexandra,” I breathed, staring at her.
Those gorgeous eyes. Oh, the fear, the desire that filled them, was enough to make me drunk on her.
“And what happens to bad, disobedient, little brats?”
“We get punished,” she said quietly, like she’d finally remembered the consequences of her actions.
“Exactly,” I said, unable to stop the grin from splitting my face.
This was going to be so much fun.
I filled my fist with those golden-red tresses and yanked her towards my cock. She didn’t flinch when the tip smacked against her cheek. No, she opened her mouth, eagerly, hungrily.
“What a dirty, fucking slut you are,” I hissed, smacking her face with my cock again. “So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice breathy, “I’m starving for it.”
My cock twitched against her cheek. I pulled her hair and moved her head so I could shove my throbbing length into that hot, waiting mouth. Those lips enveloped the tip of my cock, and I hissed, pushing deeper into her.
I’d planned on binding her up first. I wanted her hands behind her back, cuffed and useless, as I fucked her every orifice. But I couldn’t wait. Alexandra put those hands to good use. She cupped my balls and stroked my shaft as she worked to get me deeper.
I put a foot on the sofa and tilted her head back so I could go farther. Alexandra gagged, just once, then moaned as I began to pump into her mouth.
“That’s it,” I said as I thrust, “take all of me, Brat.”
She felt incredible. Hot and wet and sucking me hard. So hard. Like she truly was starved for my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the thought making me push deeper, faster.
Alexandra’s hands cupped her pussy, touching herself as I fucked her face. That wouldn’t do. I stopped, and she looked up at me, mouth full of my cock, eyes questioning.
“Stop that right now,” I growled.
She shuddered, but obeyed.
“You b
elong to me, Princess,” I reminded her between slow thrusts. “You do not come without my permission. You exist only for my pleasure.”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“You won’t be orgasming again for a long, long time. Not until I’ve used you. Thoroughly.”
I pulled her hair back, making her suck my cock from root to tip. I let the head rest against those plump lips as I brought my face down to hers.
“And it’s going to be a long while before I’ve had my fill of you, Princess.”
LEXIE
Oh, fuck me.
The taste of him.
The brutality of him.
I’d almost forgotten how much I loved it. Loved being used. Loved being wanted to the point of savagery.
Every pump of his massive cock made my clit throb, causing a flood in my panties. And his promise to use me, thoroughly, before I’d get to come, nearly had me bursting all over again.
I couldn’t stop myself from swiping the slit of his cock with my tongue, gazing at him from beneath my lashes. Derek growled and shoved his cock into my mouth again. His hips bucked and he pulled my hair as he came deep down my throat. His groan of pleasure was long and primal.
I loved hearing how much I pleased him. I savored his taste, and almost whined when he pulled away, his cock still impressively hard. He wasn’t kidding when he said it would be a while before he’d had his fill of me. Derek stepped back.
“Get up,” he said.
I stood, knees trembling as his eyes raked over me.
“Untie your robe. Let it fall to the floor.”
I shivered at the authority in his voice. He held my gaze as I pulled at the knot at my waist. Silk flowed down my shoulders and tickled my torso as it fell in a heap around my ankles.
The cupless bra was made of black lace. The underwire pushed my breasts up, and the lace graced the underside of them before it gave way to nothing. Nothing but my breasts, large and pushed together as they stuck out in the air. Derek’s sharp inhale at the sight of them made my core heat and my nipples harden.
He prowled towards me.
Derek filled his large hands with my breasts. He kneaded them, roughly, making me gasp. I arched into the touch. He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He was warming me up, getting me ready for…
“Oh!”
I couldn’t help the little yelp as he squeezed my nipples. He chuckled, low and dark. I loved that laugh. I’d missed that laugh. I was struck with the crazy urge to nuzzle against his neck and mewl like an animal. The desire to press my skin against his, to feel his huge, hard body against mine, was overwhelming.
But I wasn’t in charge. I wasn’t in control of my body. So I stayed still as he pinched and squeezed my nipples. The pain was exhilarating, wonderful. A sharp edge to distract me from the burning between my thighs.
Even if it only served to add fuel to the fire. Because when he stopped, the arousal would be all the more intense. Derek stared at my breasts, seemingly lost in them. His desire was unchecked and evident on his rugged face.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed to mine and he pushed me back onto the sofa. He loomed over me like a menacing shadow before bending down to wrap his lips around one nipple. His tongue slaked across it in a hot, wet trail that made my toes curl. Teeth clamped around my sensitive rosebud so hard my eyes watered and I screamed, my body jumping.
That devilish laugh met my ears.
I didn’t have time to be angry before his mouth went lower, and lower still. Big hands spread my thighs, and Derek’s teeth caught on the string of my thong. His tongue licked just beneath the fabric at my hip. I trembled at the contact.
His fingers traced up my thighs until he palmed my pussy. Using two fingers he rubbed slow, agonizing circles at the apex, teasing my hard, throbbing little clit. I moaned. He rubbed me until I thought I’d go mad. Slow, gentle, and not enough.
So not enough.
“Please, Sir,” I begged, my voice a throaty gasp.
“Do you want me to fill that tight, sweet pussy with my fingers, Princess?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ve been very bad. I don’t know if I should.”
“Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please, fill my pussy with your fingers.”
Amusement danced in those gray eyes. But still, those slow circles taunted me. My arousal had soaked through the lace of my thong and began to slake down my thighs. I whimpered and whined like a spoiled little girl.
Faster than I could process, Derek moved. Those fingers found their way under the lace and shoved into my aching heat in one rough, brutal thrust.
“Ah!”
My body lurched off the sofa from the surprise and the intensity of it. I was so wet, they slid in easily enough. Warm tingling emanated from my core, coursing through my arms and legs, all the way down to my toes. Derek pumped his fingers fast. So fast. It was too fast—pleasure to the point of pain. I gasped for air under the assault.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, Princess?” he growled.
I tried to answer, but I couldn’t form the words.
“Be careful what you wish for, Alexandra. You are not allowed to orgasm.”
I whined, trying to form a retort, but failing, utterly failing, when Derek shoved away my panties and licked my clit.
I screamed. The pleasure was searing, intense, and consuming. This was what I needed, craved. After so long without his touch…I didn’t know if I could manage to fight the orgasm that began to glow, low and deep, in my abdomen.
Those fingers curled to rub my g-spot. My hips bucked against his mouth, but Derek’s free hand pressed me back down. His tongue was rough and hard, like he needed to drink me, taste me.
“Derek!”
I screamed his name, uncaring that I didn’t call him ‘Sir’. He growled into my pussy, pushing harder, going faster, bringing me to a roiling, uncompromising peak that I couldn’t fend off, couldn’t stop.
And I was prepared to face the punishment. Prepared to do anything, so long as I could explode in his mouth. He seemed to sense it too. Seemed just as lost in my pleasure as I was, as if our dark games and sadistic relationship were on pause. None of it matter.
All that mattered was his mouth on me, my hands as they fisted in his black hair and pushed him harder against my flesh. The pleasure, the passion, burned me alive. My body fizzled and popped, my hips bucked, and just when the orgasm was in sight, just when I was about to burst, the front door opened.
Brian was home.
He walked in and froze as he beheld me writhing underneath Derek’s mouth. His eyes went wide. Derek stopped, to my dismay, and blinked like a man coming out of a trance. He turned to look at my husband. His tone was harsh and clipped as he said, “Good. You can finish her off for me.”
Chapter Three
DEREK
I had no idea what came over me. I’d had a plan for this evening. A plan that revolved around my pleasure, that made my word absolute. Something inside of me just…snapped. Hearing her beg for me to please her made the beast rumble in delight. It wanted to feast on her to its heart’s content. Wanted her to come over and over again.
I’d lost myself in that sweet, delectable little cunt.
I’d planned on pacing myself. Planned on making her wait. But all I wanted was to taste her nectar as she came all over my face. And she was about to, until the weakling walked in the door, a good hour earlier than agreed.
I should have been furious, but it pulled me out of whatever spell she’d cast on me. I was drunk on her, on my Venus, and Brian’s presence was sobering. My brows narrowed as I looked at him with that stupefied expression on his face. Yes, he was very sobering.
“Good. You can finish her off for me.”
I didn’t trust myself with her pleasure right now. And I knew, the monster in me knew, that it would drive her crazy if I wasn’t the one making her come tonight. Brian grinned, eagerly stepping forward.
He made to get on his knees to lap at her.
“No,” I said, stopping him. “Fuck the little slut for me.”
Alexandra’s eyes went wide. I could have sworn they almost began to brim with tears of disappointment. I laughed.
“See how upset she is to be fucking you tonight, worm?” I taunted Brian in that way that got him off the most. He loved being reminded of how pathetic and unsuitable he was compared to me.
Indeed, the man’s erection tented his pants at the words. Pathetic.
“She’s being punished for disobeying me,” I said. “So tonight, you get a little treat. You get to fuck her instead. She’s so desperate to come, I think she’d even manage it on your tiny dick.”
Brian shivered. The man’s dick wasn’t tiny by any standards, just small compared to mine. It was far too easy to make him feel insignificant and worthless. And way too much fun. I got off on it, if I was honest. I liked being in complete control.
It was sadistic and twisted and fed my hungry ego. I’d only wished I’d gotten into being a Bull sooner. It suited me perfectly.
“How do you want me to fuck her?” Brian asked.
I smiled. Alexandra was mine, and we both knew it. I relished the way he asked me how I wanted him to fuck his wife. Between her taste on my tongue and the intoxication of complete, unquestioning dominance, I was hard again.
“Alexandra,” I barked, and my Venus jumped to attention, “place your hands on the armrest. Stick that pussy up in the air for him.”
Something like hurt flashed in her eyes, but I tried to ignore it. I was going to make her crazy for my cock. She obeyed me, but did not look thrilled.
“Brian, remove her thong.”
He also obeyed, fingers shaking as he gripped the fabric on either side of her hips and pulled it down to her knees. He stared at her pussy, that ass, up and presented for him, and hungry look crept into his eyes.
“Can I?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He undid his pants in no time, his dick hard and ready. Alexandra didn’t make a sound when Brian slipped into her. I stalked around to the armrest and laughed. She was pouting.
