by Bethany-Kris
“He’s pretty fucking sinful and downright dirty when he wants to be.”
With a lifted brow, not even bothering to hide the way his words provoked her desire a little bit higher, she leaned forward into his body. Getting right up close to his ear as her wandering hands slipped lower to the spot where Viviana wanted them connected, she couldn’t miss the catch in his breath when her fingers grazed over the bulge in his boxer-briefs.
“What’s that?’
“He likes waking you up with his name in your mouth and hearing those sounds you make right before you break, because when you come it fucking soaks him totally. Nothing ever tasted so good on his tongue. Those juices of yours get so damned tart and heavy when you burn through your orgasm like it’s a fever.”
“Mmhmm.”
“He’s not going to always say the right things. He might even disappoint you more than he wants to admit, and sometimes he acts like an ignorant, insensitive asshole.” Anton’s lips curved with a wicked smile as she pulled away. “Like I said, he’s not always a good man, but he’s a better man in a lot of ways, and he’s yours.”
“Well, I think I like him just fine the way he is. This is who all those men raised, huh?”
“This is him,” he agreed with a shrug. “My raising might not have been perfect, but it worked just fine for me. Gave me everything I needed in one way or another. I learned exactly who I wanted to be, and who I didn’t. I’m quite pleased with the outcome; in the end, after all, it got me you.”
When her hips rose just enough to allow her hand to slip underneath his boxer-briefs, Viviana whispered, “That it did.”
• • •
Anton let her shift and move enough for her hand to get a comfortable, tight grip on his cock while her other one lay flat on his abdomen, keeping her hovering above just high enough. His fingers dug into her waist as she pumped his shaft slowly, a teasing burn licking from the base of his cock straight up through his spine.
When his own hand released its grip to find the heat between her thighs, Viviana sighed. She had soaked right through those panties she wore. More of her sex’s fluids gushed as he stroked her slit, feeling the strained bud of her clit through the thin fabric. The prettiest pink stained her chest and neck when his two fingers were quick to sweep the fabric aside and thrust inside the silken wetness of her pussy.
Knuckle deep, he watched her body sink onto his hand and Anton swore he could feel the pulse of her heart thumping against his palm. Her hips rolled, and he could see it in her blinking brown eyes that she wanted him moving those fingers of his to get her revving and ready to go.
Anton had other plans. “Get your hand down here, baby.”
“What?”
He had the best view of her sex. All wet and swollen, juices dampening his hand with the best scent of her arousal. She was slick, hot, and tight. When his cock was buried balls deep, there wasn’t anything quite like the feeling of her muscles and walls holding him inside her soaked heaven.
“Let go of me and get your hand down here,” he repeated, his voice coming out darker than he intended it to.
“You want me to stop … right now?”
“I want you to play a bit before I fuck you hard. Hurry up, I’m a fickle man and I’ve had a long day. Maybe we’ll just go to sleep, hmm? My mind could change at any moment.”
Her clear exasperation had him chuckling. That didn’t stop her hand from slipping off his cock, though. Anton waited her repositioning out, watching her legs spread wider as her backside rested on his thighs. His thumb opened up the lips of her pussy with feather-light touches, making her shudder. Settled, Viviana fixed him with a stare that came off a bit too challenging for his liking.
“Now what, Boss?”
“Don’t start with that,” Anton warned. Jesus, his throat tightened and his cock got harder every fucking time she said that. He wondered if hearing that title in her mouth would ever not give him that reaction. “I haven’t got the self-control for it tonight, baby. Unless you want to be bent over the bed with your ass a cherry red, begging like I know you can for me to fuck you good and hard.”
“Don’t tease me with idle threats.”
“Maybe that is what you want, huh? Damn, all you had to do was ask.”
Viviana’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
“Spank you? Yes, I would. And you’d like it.”
Just the way her sex pulsed and clenched around his two fingers said much more than she was willing. Anton used that to stroke against the fleshy spot inside her walls with the faintest hum building in the back of his throat. Her velvet walls turned wetter, fluids smelling so much like that heady sex he loved as he coaxed her g-spot with tender motions.
“You’d never spank me,” she challenged quietly, mischief glinting in her eyes as she looked down. “You can’t hurt me, Boss.”
In a flash, his hand was gone from her sex. Just his sharp movements had her squeaking in surprise before she scrambled to get out of his reach. Her lame attempt at an escape was all but lost when he grabbed her around the waist and jerked her back into his hold. Another switch of his hands and her body, and Viviana was spread over his thighs, one hand digging into the sheets as the other grappled onto the side of his leg with surprisingly hurtful force. He kept her pinned down with his arm lying flat on her bare back where the camisole had risen up.
“What did I tell you?”
“Don’t you spank me,” she breathed, nails scratching into his skin with a delicious sting.
Chapter Nineteen
Her nails bit into his thigh a little rougher. “Don’t, Anton, I swear to God.”
“That feels quite good, so if you’re worried it’s hurting me … it’s not. You know how much I love getting your marks all up and down my back. Left a bite on my shoulder that stayed for days, girl.”
She whimpered a lovely sound as his palm came to lie above the line of her panties, rubbing under the fabric with a slow speed that was sure to make her nervous. Anton laughed lowly when she hid her face from his view.
“You want me to, don’t you?”
“No …”
“Viviana.”
When she refused to respond again, Anton dragged her panties down low enough until they rested on the backs of her thighs. Viviana shifted and tried to pull away again, but the attempt was a half-hearted effort. If she really wanted him to let her go, she’d say so, and he would have instantly. It was just another one of those moments where she was embarrassed by her enjoyment, and he refused to let her shy away.
An opened palm snapped down and cracked her olive-toned flesh just above where he’d bunched the fabric up. Viviana gasped. Her muscles tightened and back straightened, her fingernails cutting into his thigh as the locks of her hair tumbled down to hide her tilting face from his view. His hand slapped down with another marginally harder tap above where he’d previously hit, and her back just barely curved off his legs.
With his fingers traveling down between her thighs and slipping in between her folds, Anton found her wetter than ever. Another one of his quiet hums released as he leaned forward and let her go just long enough to crawl up behind her. Pressing his lips down to the base of her spine, Viviana wasn’t making a move to get away.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Ask me to do it again.” The faintest shake of her head was all that answered him back. “That’s how you want to play this? You don’t even want to get away now.”
“You’re such an asshole. A bossy one.”
“Deny it turns you on. Beg for it.”
“Fuck you,” Viviana uttered, turning her face just enough for him to get the sight of her smirk. “Make me, Boss.”
Jesus, he all but growled as his teeth bit into the blade of her shoulder. Instead of jerking away like he thought she would, her body pressed back into his mouth. Blood rushed to the spots where his hands had previously spanked, turning her skin a pretty pale red. He rolled his thumbs over the handprints. She all but vibrated under
his motions, backing into his palm every time it swept over the rounded cheeks of her ass.
“I’m warning you, Viviana. You keep that up and watch what will happen.”
“You don’t have the ba—”
Anton didn’t even let her finish that statement before a fistful of her hair was entangled in his hand, pulling her up with his frame so her back was flush to his chest. Reaching around, he let his fingers dance along the curve of her throat before they gripped tightly there as well. When her air caught, he sighed and kissed the spot behind her ear.
“You want to finish that sentence, katyonak?”
Without a doubt, Viviana didn’t like to be called kitten, no matter what language it was in. Claws came out every time he let that pet name cross his lips. Sure enough, her fingers dug into his side with damning force.
“Why, is the boss gonna come out to play with me?”
Anton wasn’t going to give her that one, because that was exactly what she wanted.
“You know what I want to see?” he asked darkly.
“What’s that?”
Anton swallowed the thickness that had suddenly built up in his throat, letting his teeth graze against her. “You bent over, fingers fucking that pretty pussy of yours while I spank you. I think you’d come so hard like that, Vine.”
“My fingers?”
“Mmhmm,” he purred. “Don’t even try to say you’ve never touched yourself. After that show with the plug, we both know better. I’ve been dying to see you get off on your own.”
Viviana shuddered with another roll that seemed to start from her delicate shoulders and go all the way down to that ass fitted so nicely against his groin.
“That’s not fair, Anton.”
“Bad men don’t play fair games. You picked me and I always win, but I bet it’ll feel so fucking nice for you, too.” With another nip on her neck, Anton released his grip on her throat and hair before she caught herself with her palms opened up to the bed as she dropped back down to her hands and knees. The lightest snap of his hand cracked across the back of her thigh with a force he knew would only hum with a sting. “Now, beg me.”
Anton leaned back against the headboard, cocking a brow and waiting for her to make a move. He crossed his arms behind his head. Again, he was graced with the best sight of her ass lifting a little higher, showcasing her sex off in the sweetest way as her thighs widened and her knees pressed into the sheets.
“You lie,” she whispered, looking back over her shoulder. He didn’t miss her hand coming down to rest between her legs, either. Two fingers spread the lips of her pussy while a third swiped across the slit, gathering wetness to take up to the sensitive bud as the middle digit rolled with quick circles. “You’ve seen me.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head.
“Liar, liar.”
A flutter of confusion and aggravation bit at his heels. “Again, no I haven’t. Stop pushing me, baby. It isn’t going to work.”
“Oh wait …” Viviana said in a murmur, head dropping back down out of sight. When two fingers slipped into the entrance of her pussy without hesitating, her hips dropped into her own hand at the action. His dick was throbbing as she started a teasing rhythm with her own fingers. “No, that was me.”
Anton’s mind turned into a chaotic mess as he tried to figure out exactly what she meant. “Excuse me?”
A sigh, all wanton and thick slipped from her lips. Her fingers withdrew from her sex, wetness glistening, digits spreading to stretch her hole. Damn, his mouth turned dry as her legs shook when she didn’t answer right away, instead bringing another finger out to roll over her clit.
“Did you watch me jerk off, Viviana?”
When her shoulders dropped down into the bed, her other hand joined the first. Anton couldn’t even speak as Viviana took her time spreading fluids, fucking her body with two fingers on one hand while the other circled quick beats to her clit.
“Answer me,” he managed to hiss out.
Anton didn’t realize his teeth had clenched that hard behind his jaw.
A soft, muffled moan fell into the bed. Her shoulders tensed as her fingers fucked a little harder. Anton didn’t even know how close she was, but he hadn’t wanted it to quite go like that; after all, he did intend for his hand to be lying flat out to her ass … repeatedly.
She was winning. He was fucking letting her.
“Viviana!”
“Yeah, Boss?”
“Oh, you little …”
Clenching his fists at his sides, he tried so fucking hard to ignore the way his cock was aching to either be in his own palm, or shoved so fucking deep in her that he couldn’t breathe. A harsh Russian curse fell from his lips before he was slipping a hand under his boxer-briefs to relieve some of the tension filling him up. Slow, measured strokes down his length matched the thrusts of Viviana’s two fingers inside her sex. Sparks lit up behind his eyelids as they clenched shut then flew back open again.
After all, he so badly wanted to watch her, too.
“Like this, then?”
The question came out huskier than he intended because of his own hand on his cock. Pre-cum swept across his thumb as the digit rolled over the circumcised head, pleasure biting through his groin with a delirious tightening sensation.
When had she spied on him?
“You watched me play like this?”
Just as quick, one hand was gone from her sex. Viviana propped up on her elbow, just enough to turn back and stare at him with dark, hooded eyes. “No. Not quite like that.”
“Tell me.”
“Why?”
Anton forced himself to breathe, hand tightening around his shaft.
“Because …” Something caught in his throat. He wanted to be buried inside of her before he came, but just the sound of her voice alone was doing him in. “Because I want to know.”
“I’m so fucking wet,” she murmured, withdrawing soaked fingers that spread her wider and tapped at her clit all at the same time. “Burning right up here, Anton. Singing from head to toe. So damned hot. Bet you could get me raging right through it, huh? Oh, this feels so good. You don’t even know.”
Fuck, she was avoiding his question like nothing else. He all but ached to know, now.
“Please …”
The word hadn’t even fully formed out of his mouth before he realized his mistake, but her satisfied laughter filled the room anyway.
“Check mate, Boss.”
“Goddamn it, Viviana.”
When her fingers started to leave the only place he wanted to see them, Anton was quick to move. Crossing the small space between their bodies, he had his arm around her waist to hold her back in place while he leaned over her back. His hand laid flat to her ass instantly, the sound of the slap echoing into quiet room.
Viviana hissed at the hit. It had been much harder than the previous ones he landed.
“You’re going to tell me,” he said, the words coming out sinister and desire-fueled at the same time. “And I’m going to get you back for that trick, baby.”
“Come on, then,” she breathed. “Do it.”
That pretty little ass of hers backed into his hand. Anton rubbed circles a little lower on her stinging flesh. His cock pressed against the small of her back, giving him just enough pressure to relieve that tension filling him back up again.
“Get that fucking hand back down there, Viviana. I want to hear those fingers sinking in and out of that pussy while I spank you again.”
Finally—finally—the word he wanted to hear forced its way out of her mouth.
“Oh, God … please.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
Anton’s hand slipped down between her thighs, meeting her own hand that was suddenly working a fast beat to her clit.
Wetness soaked his fingers more. Letting go of his hold on the bed, he leaned back enough to get her ass opened back up for his taps again.
“Are you?” he asked once more.
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p; “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I-in … in the shower,” she whimpered.
Anton cocked his head to the side, brow furrowing. “You watched me in the shower.” It wasn’t even a question, just a crazy, hot realization that flooded both his mind and cock with the same lustful ravaging wave of need. A tiny nod answered him back. Jesus, why did that turn him on so fucking much? “Why?”
“Because—” Without warning, he released her ass before landing another solid smack to the back of her left thigh. Her fingers stuttered along his, stopping the rhythm to her clit instantly. “Fuck, please …”
“Don’t stop. Get that pussy of yours good and wet for me. Now, answer.”
“I ha-had to grab … the hair … hairbrush,” she managed to get out. “You didn’t even know. Just cau-caught it out of the corner of … my … my eye. I’m—”
“Next time join me.”
Her thighs trembled as heat saturated his palm when it laid down flat to sooth away some of the sting he’d created on her flesh.
“Come on, come for me. I want to really get started. This was nothing.”
And she did … broke so beautifully, high cries muffling into the sheets. She might have won, but he was still right. It felt awfully fucking good for him, too.
• • •
A week later, Viviana was on edge. She hadn’t been expecting to be.
“Are you going to make that tasting with me today?”
Damn, she tried so hard to keep the tension out of her voice. It didn’t work.
Anton walked past the bedroom for the second time without saying a word. He’d been attached to his cell phone all morning and it was starting to irk the fuck out of her. When he passed again, still not giving any indication that she’d even spoke, she threw a pillow out into the hallway. Finally, his steps faltered as his eyes glanced over his shoulder with a flashing warning.
“The tasting?”
Anton pointed at his phone and mouthed, “In a minute.”
Viviana sighed, frustrated. Nothing bothered her more than when he ignored her.
They had a tasting scheduled for not only the wedding dinner, but the engagement party someone decided they just had to have, as well. She could have done without that, since they had enough to worry about, but Anton agreed without even asking her. Not only that, but the invitations were ready to be picked up and sent out, too. Then there was the party planner … designer—whatever the hell she called herself—who needed confirmation on the choices for linen, flowers … and so much more. That was another thing Viviana didn’t know if he was handling, or her.
