Page 121 of Revenge

“Yes, please,” I beg.

“I wasn’t asking.” His fingernail grazes from my lips all the way to my foot. It’s gentle but with enough pressure to bring me to life. My body arches, instinctively yearning for more of his touch. “A few ground rules. You won’t speak unless I ask you to speak.”

“Okay.” I feel something hit my breast. “Ow.”

“That is a flogger. Every time you speak without permission, I’ll spank an area of your body. I won’t do anything that will hurt you. Everything I do is for our pleasure.” I remain quiet. “Good girl. You’re only allowed to come when I tell you, but the most important rule is that you must tell me to stop if you don’t like something or the pleasure turns into harmful pain.” I think about his words. Seems simple. I’ve read enough erotica novels to know the basics. “What would you like your safe word to be?” I think about it. “It can’t be ‘stop.’ I’m sure you will say it a few times and not mean it,” he mocks me. I think more.

“Bananas.”

“Okay, bananas, it is.” His chuckle is dark, lustful.

I think he’s going to say more, but he doesn’t. Instead, I feel something feather-like caressing me from my neck to my breasts, and my nipples harden. He continues down my stomach to between my legs, taking his time. I bite my lip, trying not to say a word, but it’s difficult. He makes it down to my feet, and it almost tickles, but I don’t dare laugh.

“I think you’re getting the hang of this very well.” I hear him walk away from me, yet it still feels like he’s near me. “I’m going to worship every inch of your body. You are mine, baby girl. You won’t ever forget it after tonight.”

I feel an ice cube on my neck making its way down to my breasts. I’m expecting him to linger on my breasts with it like in the movies, but boy, am I wrong. He draws a straight line leaving a path of burning cold, stopping on my clit. The cold ice and my heat are like a volcano waiting to erupt. He rubs the ice up and down, making me moan. I need him to touch me, to do something. I want to say something, but I doubt he will listen.

“You’re doing great.” His mouth is against my skin as he speaks, creating a hum that makes my body vibrate.

He replaces the ice with his tongue. It’s cold but hot, so many sensations I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I try to move, but I can’t. The restraints hold me in place. I guess that’s the point. I want to feel his fingers inside me and his tongue on my clit. I desperately need release, and I try to move closer to him, pull him to me, but nothing works. The more I try, the more he teases. It drives me insane.

“Do you need me yet?” I know the question is a trap. “Maybe this will teach you that when I say something, I expect you to obey.” As he says the word obey, he slides two fingers inside me, making me cry out with pleasure. He alternates between his mouth and his fingers, but every time I get close to an orgasm, he stops. I want to scream and demand that he let me find the release I so desperately need. Maybe he feels bad because he increases the speed and stimulation. “You’re mine,” he says as he takes me over the edge.

“Hi,” I answer, breathlessly.

“Why are you out of breath? Everything okay?”

“Yes. I had to run downstairs to answer the cell. I didn’t want to wake our babies.” But that’s not entirely true. I touch my lips like he was just claiming me.

“You should have put your cell on vibrate.”

“So that I missed your call? I wouldn’t hear the end of it. No, thank you. I’ve learned that lesson.”

“You have a point,” he laughs.

“It’s not like you to call in the middle of the day. Everything okay?” I go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Why? Are you so busy you can’t talk to me?” His voice is demanding.

“Wouldn’t you want to know?” I tease.

“Ava, so help me.” I can hear the anger in his voice. He gets rattled so easily these days.

“Relax. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack. Max is coming over. We have to review the spread for the upcoming issue of the magazine.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Would you rather me wake our babies and go to the office?”

“I don’t want Max at the penthouse, especially alone with you.”

“Don’t exaggerate. I’m not alone. The penthouse is filled with staff.” In moments like these I get annoyed with him.

“I said no.” His voice is loud, borderline shouting.

“Why?”

“Because I said so. He will not go to the penthouse and that is final.”

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