Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

V alerio

My God, the woman was stunning when she let go. Her scent was far too intoxicating, pushing my own limits to the point of losing control.

I had several degrees under my belt, also taking more than my share of psychology classes. I'd always enjoyed breaking down aspects of human nature, savoring my natural ability to get under someone's skin, finding their greatest weakness.

My father had laughed, telling me it was one of my greatest assets.

However, all the education, all the time I'd spent unraveling rivals and clients alike to find that one weakness hadn't prepared me for a woman like Selena. She was more than just an enigma. She was complicated, a challenge to figure out. She'd slipped into becoming a puzzle I had to solve. I would solve.

She acted so innocent and for her age, I would normally accept that but there were so many layers with this woman that when I thought I'd figured her out, I realized I was wrong. Of course that drew me to her even more, creating more of a possessive need.

I was determined to tame, even break her. Make her mine.

Only the bullshit I'd offered about my views on relationships and love was starting to feel canned. I truly didn't want to feel anything more than a physical and intellectual attraction, but I was beginning to think she had the upper hand.

The way she blushed was powerful.

The way she mewed kept my cock throbbing.

And when she orgasmed, I was in awe.

As usual, I'd taken a gamble in adding a caveat to the deal I'd offered, but I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying herself by the way her body trembled. For a man used to getting everything he wanted with a snap of his fingers, this girl wasn't just playing hard to get.

She would be.

More formidable than I'd imagined, I had a feeling she'd also been hiding her business savvy as well. The deal I'd made was a solid one. It would serve us well. Only if she could play the dutiful wife. Hmmm… I did like challenges. They kept the embers in my mind burning brightly.

Given my balls were tight, my cock already aching, I could tell there would be no issue with our passion. Her full surrender? That would be something else.

As she slowly came down from the rafters, I eased her back to her knees with her head inches from my lap. "Such a very good kitty," I said in a husky voice as I stroked her hair. She looked up at me with unfocused eyes, her lower lip swollen from biting it to keep from screaming.

Every desire I'd ever experienced, every need to be my sadistic self and to completely own a human being was suddenly front and center.

"You're going to suck my cock. I want to paint your chest with my cum." I tugged on the chain again, using it to guide her forward.

She didn't need to be commanded twice, instantly unfastening my belt. When she freed my cock, she mumbled something I couldn't understand. And I didn't care.

As she stroked the underside, I tossed the rose implement on the table, pulling the pleasure wand close to the edge of the table. I enjoyed watching her play. Next time, I'd command her to use a vibrator while I was watching. But only after I spanked her with my belt.

The sadistic beast was certainly rearing his ugly head.

Grinning, I grabbed my glass of bourbon, taking a sip while I settled back in the seat. I sensed she was shy about going down on a man and that was also endearing. However, I didn't need to provide her with instructions. She was no novice, just tentative about our building relationship.

There I was thinking that word again. I had to remind myself what she and I would share was nothing more than a business arrangement. But damn, if this didn't feel good.

And right.

As if she was always meant to be mine.

Wouldn't my brothers laugh at me, telling me they'd told me so more than once? I closed my eyes briefly as she licked up and down my shaft, finally taking one of my testicles past her lips. Holy fuck, her mouth was on fire.

"Yes, good girl. My good girl." I absently ran my fingers through her hair as she shifted to my other ball, using enough pressure as she sucked a sense of peace shifted through me. But I wasn't finished with her education for the evening. I needed to remind myself of that.

As soon as she zigged and zagged her tongue back to my cockhead, engulfing the tip, I pulled the wand into my free hand. The special bulbous tip was one of my favorites, often easily disguised as a muscle relaxer. That's what I intended on doing but in an entirely different way.

"Take every inch of me, kitty cat, or I'll spank your bottom."

She looked up at me with wide eyes and all I could think about was becoming her owner. Whew. It was completely unexpected. Maybe not. The moment I'd met her, the spark had been entirely different.

The lovely woman took more of my thick cock into her mouth. As soon as I sensed her throat was tight and heard her slight choking sound, I switched the vibrator to low, placing it under her chin. Her subtle moans were an indication I'd been right about what she'd needed.

"Good girl. Just relax and breathe through your nose." I rolled the wand up and down her throat, taking my time doing so. She took her time slowly opening her mouth wider, taking every single inch of my shaft into her hot little mouth. When the tip hit the back of her throat, I turned the power to medium and placed my drink on the table.

She was already sliding her hand between my legs, rolling my balls between her fingers. I'd been right. She knew exactly how to please a man. Her timid actions had been a part of the little game of chess we were playing. While she could be a worthy opponent, I preferred having her on my side, using her special wanton techniques as a dagger.

The thought was delicious indeed.

As she used her strong jaw muscles to suck, I continued what I was doing until I sensed her throat muscles were completely relaxed. With a smile on my face, I rolled the wand between her breasts, careful to avoid the chain. She started to tense, her mouth slacking but I was pleasantly surprised she resumed what she was doing.

Her mouth really was a masterful little thing, so much so I wouldn't be able to hold back but for so long. I rarely allowed myself to go this way, preferring to maintain absolute control at all times. But it was easy to lose myself with her.

Selena had a way of helping me relax and forget about business and concerns. I was so enthused that I stopped using the wand altogether, finally tossing it onto the table. She didn't need my help any longer to make me feel as if I was putty in her hands.

I grabbed my drink, almost crushing the glass in my hand. Hell, I could no longer focus very well. It was a riveting moment but within seconds, my eyes were clenched shut, the drink going slack in my hand. I fisted her hair, holding her head in place, rasping out breathless words.

"Such a good girl. My beautiful kitty. A delicious cupcake." I wasn't entirely certain I was even making any sense but what did it matter? This was pure unadulterated passion and sinful kink.

Only it wasn't quite dark enough for me.

That would come later.

After we were married.

For some reason, my father entered my mind. He'd be more than pleased if I went through with it. I was forced to put down my drink for fear of dropping the glass altogether, once again trying to concentrate on what she was doing.

She was mewing and purring, rolling her hand around the base of my cock as she sucked. Meanwhile, I was panting and writhing, spots floating in front of my eyes. When I'd finally had enough, I shoved her head all the way down until I started to come.

"Suck me, baby. Take every drop." But a few seconds later, I used her hair as a leash, pulling her mouth away from my cock. "Stick out your tongue."

There was no hesitation and I sprayed several strings on her tongue, trying desperately not to lose my entire load.

At least until I had the chance to paint her chest. As soon as I did, I marveled at the way she looked in the moonlight, the glow on her face perfection.

The way she licked her lips was completely exaggerated, so much so I couldn't take my eyes off her. But I had other needs, other burning desires.

Very gently I removed first one, then the other clamp, her audible shudder keeping my eyes locked on her. After giving her a few seconds to breathe, I rolled my finger through my cum, painting her chest as I'd promised her I'd do. I was enjoying this far too much.

She had hazy eyes, her eyelashes skimming her cheeks and her hips swaying back and forth. When I was finished with my masterpiece, I pulled her onto her knees. She pressed her hands on both of mine as I grabbed a handful of her long locks as I'd done before, forcing her back into a deep arc.

Leaning over, I wrapped my lips around her aching nipple.

"Oh, God. So good," she whispered and clawed my legs.

I took my time soothing one hardened bud and the other, trying to be as tender as possible, something I wasn't good at.

At least my cupcake seemed to be enjoying it, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. When I was satisfied the sting was gone, I held her steady with one arm as I removed my belt with the other.

She knew what I was doing but there was no pushback, only a smile crossing her face.

I pulled her across my lap, folding the belt and didn't hesitate, bringing the belt down four times in rapid succession. An incredible feeling of euphoria washed through me. This was exactly where I needed to be and I was with the person who was meant to be mine.

A laugh bubbled to the surface, but I managed to stop it, instead cracking the thick strap across her bottom several more times. While I was certain she was experiencing some form of pain, she was moaning in pleasure. I'd been right about her all along.

She thrived on both aspects of sexual pleasure.

Maybe this was a match made in heaven.

I concentrated on the spanking, grinding my teeth from the way she was shifting back and forth on my already aching cock. She certainly had quite the effect on me.

After caressing her heated skin, I resumed, being methodical as I brought the belt down six times, two of them on her upper thighs. This was my kind of euphoria.

What kind of man did that make me?

She continued squirming and moaning as I finished, finally tossing the belt aside as pure satisfaction settled in. After stroking her hair, I eased her down to her knees again. Together we remained, her head on my one leg, me stroking her hair and leaning back staring up at the stars.

Maybe karma had really brought us together. The thought brought another chuckle.

The sound of my phone was an unpleasant interruption. I absently reached for it on the table, keeping my eyes pinned on the beautiful sky as I answered it.

"Yes? This had better be damn good."

"Valerio. It's Braxton."

I immediately jerked up my head. "What's wrong?"

"It's Pops."

"What happened?"

"He was… He was found in his office slumped over his desk. Val, he died of a massive heart attack. But there's more."

The wind was sucked out of me. For all the years I'd wanted to hate my father, I was devastated. "What? I just talked to him less than two hours ago."

"I don't know. I arrived at the office and he was there. He'd received a threat. That's what he'd read just moments before he keeled over."

Now the rage was penetrating every ounce of sadness.

I would find out whoever did this.

And they would die by my hands.