Chapter 44

Chapter Forty-Four

You took your time, Beauty.

I think I’m going to have to punish you for that…

When I saw your husband’s swanky car pull up and your date was nearing its grand finale, I didn’t think I could pull myself together. But when I saw a little later that he’d gone to bed and you’d disappeared into the bathroom— alone —I couldn’t hold back the tingle of anticipation.

I was sure that you would come to me straight away and beg me to give you what your husband had once again denied you. But you also went to bed after your shower and tried to sleep. You played with my patience and my temper, Beauty. You have no idea how much strength it took me not to come to you and kidnap you from your husband’s bed to spank your ass for teasing me so much.

But then I saw you get up and knew you would come to me. You sneak quietly through my house, yet I’ve been aware of your presence for a long time, so my skin tingles nervously. For a brief moment, I hear nothing. Are you hesitating, Beauty?

When I hear the tap of your delicate feet on the creaky floorboards of the stairs, I grin broadly. You stop once more in front of my bedroom door before carefully entering and climbing into bed without hesitation. As you slip under the thin blanket with me, you don’t say a word. Tentatively, you place a hand on my chest, bend over me, and let your lips hover over mine for a moment. Like an angel. My angel.

“Good evening, Mrs. Shepherd. I hope you had a pleasant date with your husband,” I greet you with a grin.

“Don’t talk,” you murmur, wanting to kiss me to distract yourself from the fact that I was right.

Did you think I was going to make it that easy for you? Oh, Beauty…

I quickly grab you, roll you over, and bring you under me. You gasp and look up at me breathlessly as I lean on my forearms to the left and right of your head and bury you entirely underneath me. You have already wrapped your legs around my hips and are willingly pressing your core against me.

“Well, did you have a nice evening with your husband?” I murmur close to your lips but avoid the kiss you’re trying to give me and lean close to your ear. “Were you a bad girl and let him fuck you?” I whisper so close that my lips graze the shell of your ear with every word.

You let out a hissing breath before nodding gently. I must tame the rage that arises in me for a moment. You let him fuck you, let him defile you, even though you know that you only belong to me. And yet you came to me and are now lying under me instead of in his arms. It’s this thought and your quivering body beneath me that brings me back down.

“So, did he give you what you needed? Did you come for him? Were you loud?” I want to hear from you, and when you don’t answer me immediately, I bite your neck, making you draw in your breath sharply.

“No,” you answer breathlessly and start rubbing yourself against my cock, which is getting bigger and bigger against your wet panties.

“What, no? Tell me how he fucked you, what you felt, and what you were thinking about,” I order you, grabbing your wrists and pressing them into the mattress above your head as you were about to push your panties down.

A whimper escapes your lips, and you rub your middle against me more and more urgently. Fuck, you’re so horny…

“I wanted him to fuck me in the restroom at the restaurant. He did, but on his terms,” You inform me, and I can hear your frustrated undertone.

“Were you thinking about me?” I whisper, and my lips meet your neck in a breathy way, making you gasp again.

“Yes.”

“Did you want me to fuck you in this restroom?”

“Yes,” you moan as I bite you once more.

“Can your husband give you what I’m giving you?” I demand to know, kissing down your neck to your breasts.

Your hard nipples push through the thin silk fabric of your nightgown and are waiting for me to devote myself to them. Moaning, you arch your back as I bite through the fabric.

“Say it,” I urge you in a murmur as I continue to kiss your nipples through the fabric.

But you remain silent. Denying me the truth that you won’t admit to yourself. That I’m the better man for you. But don’t worry, baby. You’ll realize it.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Beauty,” I whisper. “Do you know what I do to bad girls?”

You shake your head. Your breathing quickens. I can feel the violent throbbing of your clit on my cock, how it begs for attention, and how you become wetter by the second.

“I punish them,” I murmur and bite firmly into your nipple, which is still covered by your nightgown.

Once again, you moan loudly and willingly push yourself toward me. But before you can say anything, I get off you and immediately pull you to a standing position. Panting, you want to wrap your arms around me so that I can finally kiss you. You thought that little bite was your punishment, but you’re about to find out. I deny you the kiss, guiding you around the bed until we’re at the foot of it. Impatiently, I tear off your nightgown and panties, making you tremble, before I bend you over the edge of my bed.

The wooden frame presses against your pelvic bones so that you don’t feel any friction and stick your tight ass out at me. I clasp your hands behind your back this time before bending over you and kissing the top of your spine as I slide my hard cock between your ass cheeks and start rubbing.

You moan pleadingly and look over your shoulder at me. You beg me with your eyes to finally give you what you want. Not today, baby… First, I must punish you and make you realize how much you want me. I want to hear you beg for my cock.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Beauty. Deep and hard. Is that what you want?” I whisper in your ear and feel your body tremble.

You nod immediately and grind your core on me. But you quickly realize that this doesn’t have the desired effect. It doesn’t give you any relief.

“I’m going to fuck you until I come inside you. But you… little lioness… I won’t allow you to come. As punishment for being a bad girl today. You were thinking about me while you let your husband fuck you. Baby, only I can give you what you need. But not today.”

Moments after I finish speaking, I position my cock and thrust myself hard into you until I fill you completely. You moan loudly and try to get some friction, but you fail deliciously.

“Ezra… please,” you whimper.

With one hand, I continue to hold both your hands captive so you can’t touch yourself, and with the other, I reach out and slap your left ass cheek. You moan once more and whimper desperately because the slap only really excites you if you simultaneously feel relief.

“I don’t want you to let him fuck you anymore. Your body is mine. Your sweet pussy.” I thrust myself into you extra hard to back up my words. “Everything about your body is mine.”

“Ezra… you can’t ask me to do that. He’s my husband,” you say meekly, yet I can hear your resistance crumbling. You want it. You want to be mine. Then be mine, damn it!

“Hmm. Your husband who doesn’t know what you need,” I growl and fuck you even harder. I spank your ass and enjoy the slapping sounds I hear.

I massage the area and feel your body tremble more and more under me. You are soaking wet, and your lust is already running down your thighs. Your legs tremble, and your breathing is erratic—it’s driving you crazy that I’m torturing you like this and denying you your longed-for climax.

“Say it, Beauty, and I’ll give you everything you want. Every day. Every night. Always. Keep having your fake marriage for the world and your daughter, but admit that you’re mine!” My words are choppy as I fuck you harder and harder from behind.

When my thumb runs between your cheeks to stop at your tight anus, you moan hoarsely, and I push my thumb inside you. Fuck! My cock would feel so much better there, Beauty. But not today…

I fuck you with my thumb in your ass while my hardness penetrates deep into your wet pussy, and I enjoy the way you play with me with your inner muscles, driving me insane.

“Do you want to come on my cock?” I moan roughly and push myself into you again and again.

I’m so hard that I could come immediately, but I’m still holding back for you.

“Yes!” you whimper pleadingly and adjust to my movements.

“Are you going to let him fuck you again?” I ask again.

You moan loudly as I fuck you with the same intensity as the other day on my desk. You give yourself to me with half-closed eyelids, and I can see it on your face—I have you exactly where I want you. Fuck! Now you’re mine! I’ll have to kill him if he gets too close to you again, Beauty!