Page 204 of Sins of the Hidden

My free hand gripped her hip, steadying her as she began to shake. I could feel her tightening around my fingers, her body preparing for release. My tongue flicked rapidly against her clit while my fingers curled deeper, pressing that spot that made her see stars.

Her arousal dripped steadily onto the floor as I worked her with my fingers and tongue. My free hand gripped her thigh, holding her steady as she began to shake. Her spine curved beautifully, head falling back as pleasure built inside her.

I sealed my lips around her swollen clit, sucking gently while my fingers maintained their rhythm. Her breathing hitched, body tensing as she approached the edge. I could feel her tightening around my fingers, inner walls fluttering.

"Tell me," I murmured against her heated flesh, the vibration making her shudder. "Say who you belong to."

I increased the pressure of my tongue, fingers curling deeper, finding that spot that made her see stars. Her body arched violently, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her.

"V!" Her voice shattered as she came hard on my fingers and tongue, her body convulsing with pleasure.

For one moment, she stopped thinking. Her jaw slackened, breath stalling. Before I could react, she straightened from her bent position over the counter, turning to face me where I knelt behind her. Her hands found my shoulders as I remained on my knees, and she pushed with surprising force. The unexpected shove sent me rocking backward, my balance shifting until I sat heavily on the flour-dusted floor, back meeting the lower cabinets with a solid thud.

She stepped forward, moving with newfound confidence, then lowered herself to straddle my lap in a decisive movement. Her knees settled on either side of my hips as she positioned herself over me. I let my hands fall to my sides, palms flat against the floor. Her gaze burned with newfound dominance as she looked down at me.

Her voice steadier than it had been all night. "My turn." Her hand wrapped around my throat—not choking but asserting control, thumb pressing lightly against my pulse.

The unexpected reversal hit like lightning. Her sudden assertiveness sent heat through me, my cock straining against rough denim.

Her eyes flashed with dangerous spark—powerful and intoxicating. For one heartbeat, I was curious what she'd do with me helpless beneath her on the floor. Her thighs flexed as she positioned herself over me, still bare from moments before.

Her face transformed with newfound power. She believed she'd finally found a way to make me feel controlled. She shifted her weight on my lap, pressing down, the heat of her pussy making contact through my jeans.

"Look at my little wife. Taking what she wants from me."

The words made her pupils dilate further, a tremor running through her despite her control.

For one moment, I allowed this illusion. The restraint itself was different power. Her confidence surged as she moved with new authority—a challenge that fascinated me. This commanding side was as captivating as her submission.

Her hands moved to my belt with newfound boldness, fingers working the leather through the buckle with deliberate slowness. The metal clinked as she freed it, her eyes never leaving mine. She popped the button of my jeans, the sound sharp in the quiet bakery, then slowly dragged the zipper down, the rasp of metal teeth parting echoing between us.

Her palms pressed flat against my hips as she worked the denim down, fingers hooking into the waistband to pull the fabric away. When she freed my cock, hard and straining, her breath caught. She wrapped her fingers around my length, grip firm and confident, stroking upward with deliberate pressure.

"Look at you," she murmured, thumb brushing over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of moisture there. "So hard for me."

She leaned down, chestnut hair falling around her face like a curtain, and took me into her mouth with deliberate slowness. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, tasting, exploring, before she took me deeper. The warm wetness of her mouth enveloped me as she worked with increasing confidence.

Her lips stretched around my girth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. One hand gripped my base while the other splayed across my hip for leverage. I watched her through half-liddedeyes, mesmerized by this transformation. Her mouth moved with purpose, tongue dancing along my shaft as she found a rhythm that had my hands fisting against the floor.

She experimented with pressure and pace, drawing back to focus on the sensitive head before taking me deep again. Her tongue traced patterns along my length, learning what made my breathing change. The sight of her like this—confident, demanding—sent heat racing through me.

"Fuck," I growled as she hollowed her cheeks, creating suction that had my hips jerking involuntarily. She smiled around my cock, pleased with the reaction she'd drawn from me.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her breath against my skin. "I want to taste you." The words were spoken against my length before she took me deep again, working me with renewed intensity.

Her movements became more urgent, more desperate, as if she couldn't get enough. The wet sounds filled the bakery, mixing with my ragged breathing and her soft moans of satisfaction. She was getting lost in it, in the power she held over me in this moment.

She pulled back with a wet sound, lips glistening, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to my cock. Her eyes met mine with newfound boldness as she licked her lips. "All that power, and you're still beneath me." The words came out breathless, drunk on temporary control.

Enough. My hands shot up from the floor, grabbing her hips with sudden force. Rolled sideways, using momentum and my superior strength to flip her over. The movement was swift, controlled. She landed on her back with enough force to knock breath from her lungs. Now she lay beneath me while I positioned myself above her on my hands and knees, caging her in. Flour exploded around us in white clouds. Her pupils dilated,drowning out color. Marks bloomed where my fingers dug into her hips—five-point stars marking her as mine.

She whimpered as my hand found her throat, pulse racing against my palm. I leaned down, my mask brushing her cheek as I spoke. "Look at me when you come. I want to see your eyes when you break for me."

Her words fell apart in broken inhale. "Please?—"

Her voice splintered, dissolving into strangled moans as my fingers moved between her legs from my position above her, finding her swollen clit and circling mercilessly. My mouth sealed over hers completely, my tongue invading the way my cock would soon invade her cunt.

This innocent space—flour-dusted and vanilla-sweet—would forever carry my mark, corrupted by desire. Every pastry would taste like submission, every crumb a reminder of how thoroughly she belonged to me.

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