Page 27 of Revenge

Her breath draws in soft pants, her inner thighs start to quiver. Within seconds, her juices are flowing, and I lap them up with my tongue.

“You said you wouldn’t have sex with me.”

“This isn’t sex. This is punishment,” I tell her, even though it’s quite obviously something far more pleasurable than my other forms of chastisement. The punishment will come when I leave her hanging. When I get her wet and ready, blooming for my entrance, and then I back off.

She mewls softly when I trace along her inner lips, then swirl up to her clit and suck.

I continue my slow torture, penetrating her with my tongue, sucking her labia, nipping. My cock is heavy, aching to be inside her.

Dahlia tugs against the belt, squirming against my mouth. No, pressing up into it.

She’s definitely enjoying herself now.

I keep at it, building her right to the edge, judging by the pitch of her moans, and then I draw back.

For a moment, she doesn’t move. Then her head snaps up. “What’s happening?” she sounds alarmed.

“What do you want to happen, Dahlia?”

Her head falls back, and her eyelids flutter closed. “Oh, God.”

I wait.

Her eyes pop back open, glassy and large. Frantic. “Are you going to finish?”

“How would you like me to finish, princess?”

“Wh–what you were doing was fine. I mean, if that’s my punishment.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “No, this is your punishment.” I back all the way off the bed.

She draws in an angry gasp when she realizes. “No. You can’t leave me here like this. You can’t.”

I give her a cool smile. “I can, dear wife. This is what happens when you challenge me.”

I step into the bathroom and strip out of the stale tuxedo to take a much-needed shower.

When I walk out, Dahlia’s body’s gone limp. Her knees hang open like butterfly wings, and her head is turned to the side.

“Please–my wrists are hurti–” The last syllable dies on her lips when she takes in my bare torso, still glistening with water droplets from the shower. Her gaze traces my pectoral muscles down my abs to the white towel around my waist.

I’m tempted to taunt her with my body, but then, I remember her innocence, so I ignore her and stride to the dresser where my clothing has been unpacked with hers. With my back turned to her, I drop the towel and pull on a pair of boxer shorts, feeling the heat of her gaze on me the entire time.

I turn and let her eye the erection tenting the soft cotton. I probably should have beat off in the shower to take the pressure off, but my pride wouldn’t let me. I want to come inside my bride. I’m saving every last drop for her juicy cunt, so I can fill that belly with our child.

She draws in a breath and licks her lips.

“How’s that pussy of yours?” I advance on the bed.

She snaps her knees closed with a soft slap of flesh.

I tsk. “Bad girl. You don’t hide it from me. I own that pussy now.” I grasp behind her knees and lift her feet off the bed to spread her legs wide. This time I let them come back to the bed outside my shoulders. I slide my hands under her ass and lift it slightly to meet my face.

“No-o, Antonio,” she moans. “Please.”

I lick into her. “Please what, darling?”

“I…I…Please don’t do this.”