Married to the Bad Boy(56)
“Tony!”
Desperate hands seize the edge of my dress and tug it over my back, exposing my ass to the air. I flatten against the wood, the curtains only partially obscuring us from the outside.
Fucking hell, I can see the party from here. All they would have to do is glance over.
“Tony, this is crazy.”
“You grabbed my cock in the middle of dinner. What, did you think I was going to ignore that?”
He can’t be fucking serious.
But my mind heats at the idea of him taking me right here, where they can see me. It makes me wonder. This was all supposed to be temporary, but we’re already breaking down all the rules we set for ourselves, and now he doesn’t even want my money?
What the hell is this, exactly?
“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not your fucking slave.”
“No, but you’re not a fucking princess, either. You don’t get to do whatever you want anymore. Understand?”
Scorching hands scrape at my thong, pulling it all the way down my legs. The fabric shivers against my skin, and I moan when he gives me a stinging slap across my ass.
“I asked you a question.”
It’s not as if I’m a stranger to being dominated like this. Rafael loved to “put me in my place,” but usually that involved beating me into submission. A real man doesn’t need to ask. She submits to him because she wants to, because his very presence makes her clit hum. Tony’s different.
He’s a bad boy, but I know he’d never raise a hand to me.
Well, you know what I mean.
Another hard slap burns my sensitive flesh as the blow reverberates through my body. I can’t really think about the pain. Everything hones in on how exposed we are. Jesus Christ, I can see them in the distance.
The ringing sound of his palm against my flesh snaps me out of it. I focus on his hand, splayed over my ass. He rubs the burn gently and I feel the warmth of his legs against mine. No one ever spanked me like this. Rafael’s hands were always about inflicting pain, but Tony’s caress soothes the slight burn.
“I can do this all fucking day.”
SLAP!
My body jerks on the table as another blow rips over my right cheek. “Yes—yes, I understand.”
He chuckles, the deep sound filling my chest with an angry glow. His hands roll over my curves, never ceasing their movement. It’s an incredible feeling.
“I never thought I would want to fuck a woman as often as I fuck you. I’m convinced you’ve laced your pussy with cocaine to get me addicted.”
I smile against the wooden table, and then his fingers curve over my hips and slowly descend to my pussy, which still hums with the vibrator. My shrill gasp echoes in the room as his fingers deftly reach inside, pulling the vibrator out. He rests it against my clit and then there’s a click. Suddenly I’m moaning against the table, rolling my tits over the hard wood as it makes my clit scream for more. I arch my back as his laughs wash over my ears. My lip bleeds as I bite down. Electricity shoots into me, making the delicate flesh seize over and over.
He rolls the vibrator up and down, moving it in circles around my clit. It’s torture. It’s maddening. I need him inside me. Now, before I scream out loud and alert the whole place to our shenanigans.
I reach behind myself, touching his leg, feeling the hardness of his muscles before finding his long cock. My fingers slide down his length, feeling the throb beneath the fabric, the cleft of his head, and the slight wetness seeping through his slacks.
With a gritty sort of growl, he pulls his pants down and I feel the meaty warmth of his cock pressing against my ass.
“You want this, baby? You want my cock inside you?”
“Yes, goddamn it!”
“You’re going to have to say it louder.”
“But—!”
But they’ll hear us!
They’re right there, eating dinner. All it would take is one shout, and they’d turn their heads, seeing us partially obscured by the curtains.
“I don’t give a fuck about what they think. You should realize that by now.”
No, he doesn’t give a fuck about anything.
The hand playing with my pussy presses the vibrator against my clit. Severe shocks rip through my core, making it clench madly. I grab the edge of the table, and even the hard surface of the wood against my tits is enough to make me roll my eyes.
“Oh my God… I’m going to come.”
He takes the vibrator away, and the blaze reduces to a smaller fire. It’s still burning hot, but I’m no longer on the verge of exploding.
“Tony, please fuck me!”
My voice echoes loudly in the room, and he chuckles. I can almost imagine him shaking his head.
“As my wife, you’ll have to learn to satisfy your husband.”