Page 99 of Unholy Union
“I think it’s time you make it up to me, principessa,” he says coolly. “All your bad behavior. All your naughty ways. I can’t let them go unpunished, can I?”
I swallow, gulping down some air. My cheeks are warm. “And how would I do that? How would I make it up to you?”
He regards me for a long moment, his dark gaze sliding over my body in appraisal.
“Take off your nightgown.”
I catch myself half a second before the scowl takes shape on my face. Instead I merely nod, biting back any dissent. My hands reach for the hem and then tug it over my head. The thin cotton material tumbles to the ground in a heap.
With nothing on underneath, I’m immediately naked and on display, perched on his desk. Cato makes it no secret he’s appraising me again, his dark eyes practically burning a hot path of lust across my naked skin.
But I’m far from shy. I sit confidently under his gaze, nipples rosy and erect. My pussy aching and wet.
After he’s dragged the moment on long enough, he issues his next command.
“You want freedom, principessa?” he asks, a slow crooked grin canting his mouth. “Then earn it. On your knees. Now.”
I grit my teeth, natural urges calling for disobedience. Screaming at me to defy him even now. How could I ever let Cato Valente dominate me?
The lust pulsing through my body has other plans. I’m already breathless and flushed as I realize once again I have to play his game.
And what’s worse—that Iwantto, in some twisted way.
I slide off the edge of his desk and sink to my knees.
His dark eyes gleam with satisfaction. “Good girl. Now crawl to me.”
It’s not far, only a couple feet between where I’m kneeling by his desk and he’s sitting in his chair. But that’s beside the point; the point is to establish control.
For him to demonstrate he can make me do whatever he wants. For him to show me I’m his pet that’ll literally crawl to him when he commands me to.
I hold his gaze as I lower myself to all fours, defiant even as I do. Even as I slowly inch forward across the floor on my handsand knees like his little sex kitten ready to be punished and pleasured at his whim.
My pussy throbs harder. I’m only getting wetter, more aroused by his every demand.
When I reach him, I go still again, lifting to my knees.
“Undo my pants and take out my cock.”
I rise up even higher to reach for his belt and zipper, still maintaining eye contact. Cato doesn’t look away even for a second. He likes that I refuse to do the same. That I challenge him in this way even as I pull the zipper down on his pants and slip my hand into the opening of his boxer briefs to pull his dick out.
He’s already semi-erect, his length thick and weighty. His skin’s so smooth and warm.
I’d noticed the same on our wedding night when I touched his—any man’s— penis for the first time.
It seems this’ll be a first too; I’ve never sucked dick before.
I try to remember what Tessa’s told me during our girl chats but come up blank besides ‘don’t forget his balls’.
There’s not much time to remember much else. Cato issues his next command, telling me to suck his dick.
I smirk at him. “If you trust my teeth anywhere near it.”
“And should you use them, you might really wish you let me drink the cyanide. Don’t you dare, principessa. But allow me to help you get started in case you’re still confused on our roles.”
I yelp, tipping forward. He’s yanked me toward him by a fistful of my curls. I half collapse into his lap, his big dick inches away from my face.
He’s only gotten harder, expanding and jutting out at attention. The vein that curls along his shaft pulsates. Precum gleams from his head.
