Page 107 of My Solemn Vow
“Mmmm.” Antonella cocks her head forward and looks at me in what I assume is the disciplinary look she gives her students. “And what is it you’re planning to do to me?”
“Seven.” I move my hand up over her arm, across her chest, and up to her neck. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Antonella opens her mouth like she’s about to tell me ‘Yes, I would like to know,’ but she keeps it to herself.
I run my thumb up and down her throat.
We could put our mark there.My wolf and I both want the world to know how deeply we’ll have claimed her, mind, body, and soul. I got to mark Holly where it was regularly visible, but I don’t want to make Antonella’s career difficult.
“But something tells me you’re open to whatever I have in store for you,” I whisper against her lips.
“Can we torture the guy in the basement before you make asexual deviant out of me?” she murmurs before pushing against the grip I have on her neck to press our lips together, but not kissing, as she reaches for the buttons of my shirt.
“You don’t have to help, darling.”
I’m hot under the collar and don’t want to go to work tonight. But leaving my captive downstairs in the torture room until tomorrow morning isn’t good for getting information. After a certain level of delirium, my victims can’t give reliable and coherent information.
Releasing her neck, I bring my hand away from her and let her finish unbuttoning my shirt and my cuffs before sliding it off my shoulders. The warmth of her hands leaves trails of comfort along my skin.
When she brings her hand to my belt buckle, I stop her with my hand on top of hers. “Ask,” I say, letting a low growl from my wolf through.
“May I, please?” Antonella’s voice is barely above a whisper.
The scent of her arousal in the room is unbelievable and has me barely restraining myself. But I have plans for her.
With a single nod, I grant her permission.
The release of pressure from the constraining fabric against my cock draws a sigh, and I lean forward, resting my forehead against the top of her head. “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted you all night?”
“I bet you’ll tell me.” Antonella finds that spark again.
She knows I have something in mind that she may or may not like, yet she’s pushing the envelope anyway.
“Eight.” I don’t object as she slides her fingers into the band of my boxers and drags them down my legs, dropping to her knees in front of me. I’m throbbing, and pre-cum beads on the head of my cock. “Lap that up for me, darling?”
Antonella doesn’t even blink. Locking eyes with me, she sticks out her tongue and slowly drags it across the tip. Her tongue is warm, and the move sensual, as she cleans me.
I hook my finger under her chin, and when I apply pressure, she knowingly rises from kneeling. She stands on her tiptoes and reaches up to kiss me. Placing a hand on Antonella’s shoulder, I nudge her back down and bow my head to kiss her with that deep intensity she loves so much.That I love so much.
I taste myself on her. The saltiness mixing with her sweetness.
Antonella doesn’t stop there. She wraps her hand around my cock and gives it a squeeze before working it between us.
Grabbing her wrist, I stop her. “Not now. We’ve got to get some answers. Change into something you won’t mind me ruining later. I like how you look in this far too much.”
Antonella lets out a massive sigh. “What’s a girl gotta do to get laid in this house?”
“Nine.” I chuckle, following her to the closet.
It’s not like she’s alone in her desire. It’s torturing me too. Especially watching her strip. Her beautiful tits are free from the bra, the warm color of her nipples against her skin demanding to be sucked on. It’s mouthwateringly beautiful.
The garter belt comes next as she unsnaps the clips from her stockings and slides it down over her hips, taking her panties with it until they drop to the ground. She may not be trying to be seductive, but Antonella’s naturally graceful movements are undeniably sexy. She turns slightly away from me to roll one of her stockings down her leg, her ass presented to me, her pussy on full display, and it stays that way as she rolls down the other.
“Ten.” I manage a whisper over the knot in my throat when she turns back to me.
“That’s hardly —” Antonella stops herself with a quick intake of air.
“Nice try, eleven.” I force myself to pull my watchful eyes from her.
