Page 39 of Lethal Devotion
She swallows hard. “Maybe I like older men.” There’s something faintly self-deprecating in her tone that I don’t understand.
“I’m in a position of power over you.” I stare down at her, willing my arousal to go away and failing. “I could throw you out and you’d be dead within a day.”
She licks her lips, and I see that flicker of fear again. “So I should make you want to keep me, right?”
Fucking Christ.
Before I can stop her, she reaches out, and I feel her soft, warm hand wrap around my shaft.
I can’t stop the groan that tears from my lips. Her touch feels so good, her fingers pressing against my straining length, and I grit my teeth, using the last shred of self-control that I have to keep myself from thrusting against her hand.
“Sienna—”
“Let me make you feel good.” Her hand slides down, palm skimming across the pulsing vein that runs along the top of my cock, and I groan through my teeth, feeling pre-cum leak from the tip, slicking her way as she slides her hand all the way down to my balls. “Does that feel good?”
“Fuck—” I breathe out the curse, my eyes briefly closing before snapping open again, not wanting to miss the sight of Sienna standing in front of me, handling my cock. “It feels good,” I admit, before I can stop myself. “God, you have no idea?—”
“I don’t,” she admits, her voice breathy. Her hand slides up again, fingers encircling my swollen cockhead, and I can’t stop my hips from jerking this time, pushing against her hand. “I don’t have a lot of experience doing this. I’ve only?—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” I grit out. I can feel her inexperience in her touch—she’s clumsily handling my cock, stroking it without any real finesse or technique, but it doesn’t matter. I’m already so fucking close, and she’s barely started to touch me. I don’t want to hear what she’s done to other men, good or bad. I know she’s not a virgin, but just the thought of any other man touching her makes me murderous. “Fuck, Sienna?—”
“Tell me what you like.” She looks up at me, eyes wide, thumb brushing against the underside of my tip as she rubs her palm over the slick flesh. “I want to know what you want, Damian.”
The sound of my name on her lips is almost enough to make me forget every rule, cross every line, and throw her back onto the bedhere and now. I should tell her that I want her to stop, that I want her to go back to her room, go to bed, and never, ever try anything like this again.
But instead, I reach down, encircling her hand with mine. “Like this,” I say hoarsely, guiding her hand down my shaft at the pace I like. “Long, slow strokes. When you get to the base, press down, just a little—ohfuck.” I suck in a breath between my teeth as I feel her fist press against my tight balls. “Then all the way back up to the tip. Feel that? Feel it dripping for you,kotenok?”
She lets out a small gasp as I guide her hand back up over my cockhead, as she feels the thick pre-cum leaking there, and I let her get her palm wet with it before I bring her hand back down again, all the way to the base. My muscles tighten as I fight off my impending orgasm—standing here with Sienna, teaching her to stroke my cock, jerking off with her hand, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking done.
In all my life, nothing has ever turned me on this much. I feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, the heat licking up and over my skin getting to be too much to ignore, and Sienna’s small gasp as she feels me throb in her hand tilts me just a little too close to the edge.
I should stop. I should have stopped a hundred times since this started. I should tell her to leave and finish myself off, then go to bed and think about what I’ve done. But instead, I hear myself groan: “I’m going to come,kotenok, oh…fuck?—”
I try to pull back in time to keep from coming all over her new nightgown, but when I let go of her hand, she doesn’t let go of me. Instead, she tightens her hand, stroking as she shifts a step closer to me, my swollen tip nearly touching her abdomen as she angles my cock upward and looks up into my eyes while she strokes all the way up to the head.
A moan that sounds something like her name and ends in a string of Russian curses spills from my mouth as the first spurt of cum shoots toward her, splattering across her abdomen and soaking through the silk. I hear her suck in a breath, but she keeps stroking,and I groan aloud as I watch myself come, painting the silk over her breasts and stomach with jet after jet as Sienna’s hand works me, the orgasm spreading through my body until the intense pleasure of it is all I can think about.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as I feel it recede, her hand still gently stroking me and sending shudders of the aftershocks through my entire body. “Shit, your nightgown, Sienna…”
“It’s fine,” she breathes, looking up at me wide-eyed. “You bought it.”
Something about her response snaps something in me. I reach for her waist, turning her so that her back is to the windowsill. I back her up until she bumps against it, her hand falling away from my softening cock, and then I reach for her shoulder, gently pushing her down so that she’s sitting on the edge of the sill.
Her lips part, and she stares up at me, shocked. “I?—”
“Shh,kotenok,” I murmur, reaching down to slip my hand between her thighs. “It’s your turn,milaya devochka.”
She gasps as my fingers touch the soft flesh between her thighs. I’m disappointed to find that she’s wearing panties beneath the nightgown, made of thin, silky material that gives in an instant when I wrap my fingers around it and tear them away from her. She lets out a small, startled cry, and I reach up, my other hand cupping the back of her neck as I look down at her.
“You’re never going to come to my room and do this again, Sienna. After this, we’re going to go back to the way things were before. But—” I close my fist around the panties, feeling how soaked the material is, my cock twitching despite myself. “If you were ever to do this again?—”
I toss the panties onto the bed and slide my hand up between her thighs again, tilting her head back so that she’s looking up at me. “You don’t wear panties in here,kotenok. If you come to my room, you do it with this sweet pussy bare.”
Her eyes are impossibly wide. “Why?” she breathes, and I can’t tell if she’s fucking with me or not, but right now, I don’t care. I crossed a line tonight, and I’ll castigate myself for it later, but I’ll bedamned if I’m going to let my wife make me come and not do the same for her.
And I can’t seem to control the words coming out of my mouth, any more than I can control how fucking hard she makes me.
“Because—” I slide my fingers against her outer folds, up the crease of her perfect, delicate slit, and I feel myself swelling again as I feel how wet she is. She’s fucking soaked after what we just did, and it takes every bit of control that I have not to spread her legs wide and sink into her. “If you come into my room,kotenok, I want nothing in my way of doing this.”
