Michaela While we were swaying to the beat of a mellow song, I made the mistake of revealing I couldn’t go along with Phoenix’s earlier demand. His blue eyes veiled in a threatening shade of dark, navy-blue, similar to an ocean before a violent storm. He then grabbed me by the hand and pulled me off the dance floor. It’s not like I could protest without raising a few eyebrows. So here we are, leaving our own party in a mad rush. “Phoenix, you’re walking too fast.” I do my best to ke ep up with his long, determined strides. He’s holding me by the hand and dragging me behind him. “You disobeyed me,” he says from over his shoulder. I wrinkle my nose at his words. “You need to understand there are consequences, wife.” “You’re taking this obey thy husband a little too far. Not only is it archaic, it wasn’t even in our marriage vows.” He ignores my protest. “Before I left the bedroom, I told you what I expected of you, Michaela.” I roll my eyes even though he’s so steadfast in his mission, he can’t see me. “I can’t believe we’re arguing about this.” “How dare you clean yourself up after I told you not to?” “Your demand was unreasonable,” I say, exasperated. “I wasn’t going to sit down with Abuelita Noelia smelling like... like sex. And, slow down, already.” I pull against his hand. Without warning, he stops. I almost bump into him. He turns around and his gaze drops to my strappy high heels. He humphs and swe eps me off my feet like a king would his queen. “Your heels are sexy as fuck, but they aren’t made for walking.” “I was unaware a midnight stroll was part of the program.” “Last minute addition,” he says and resumes his mission. My need to win this argument fades the minute my head rests against his strong chest. I wrap my arms around his neck and indulge in the moment. I
could get used to this. He carries me like this until we reach a building that’s detached from the mansion. He drops me to my feet with care and reaches in his pocket for something. He points whatever he’s holding to a set of beautifully ornate heavy metal doors. “Get inside.” Lights turn on automatically when I st ep inside. I turn around to face him. “The garage?” “No one will think of looking for us in here.” “I’m not sure that’s a good thing.” A dangerous smile crosses his face. “You’ll change your tune soon enough, kitten.” I avert my gaze. I have to, because what I read in his eyes both scares me and turns me on like crazy. I scan the expansive space, nodding as I take in luxury car after luxury car. The lighting is a bit too harsh and too bright, which makes the walls look even whiter. This isn’t just any old garage. This rivals the pristine showrooms you’d expect to see in Beverly Hills. “Dad has an enviable car collection, and my brothers and I ke ep a few of the valuable vintage rides we acquired during our boy band days here,” Phoenix says. “You brought me here to show me your luxury cars?” “Not even close.” Heat emanates from his eyes. “Why are we here?” A tinge of worry color my words. He approaches me. I take a st ep back. He points to the floor. “I want you right here.” I return to my initial spot. “Better.” He reaches out and runs a finger along my neck. I shiver. “I’ve been hard since you came downstairs, as tempting as a sexy angel in a white, fitted one-shoulder dazzler.” After Wilder came looking for us, I convinced Phoenix to go ahead without me, stating I needed to touch up my makeup and hair after our scorching embrace. That was only part of the reason. “Looking at your fine ass sway under this cock-hardening dress was torture. Don’t get me started on the high slit.” His eyes drop to my leg. “Fucking hot.” His gaze meets mine. “Here I was smug with the knowledge we shared a dirty little secret. Then, I find out the truth.” He takes me by the chin. “When I tell you I want my cum to remain inside your pussy, I mean just that.” His voice is a low rumble. Why did I even bother with panties? They’re soaked
through. “Phoenix––” He places two fingers against my lips, silencing me. With his eyes burning into mine, he traces a line from my chin down my throat, and then to the center of my chest. He snakes his fingers under my bra and runs his thumb over my hard nipple. My body trembles at the contact. “My beautiful wife... so disobedient.” I’m too turned on to speak, let alone think. “Remember what I promised you?” My eyes shift from left to right, playing back his words in my head. “Let me help,” he says. “I promised you three more orgasms––one of them, courtesy of my tongue.” If I thought I was wet before, now it’s a river down there. “Shouldn’t we wait until later? When it’s the two of us?” “Guess what, kitten? It is later, and it is just the two of us. You’re going to enjoy your punishment as much as I’ll enjoy administering it.” With one hand gripping my wrist, he places the other against my chest, and forces me to walk backward until I’m standing near a yellow vehicle. I look over my shoulder. Not that I’m a car aficionado, but even I’m certain this Italian-made luxury ride cost a fortune. “Once you come all over my tongue, I’m going to fuck you raw on my vintage yellow Ferrari.” “Oh God.” “Is it a first for you, Michaela?” “So far, this is a day packed with firsts.” “Good.” I should be concerned about his wolfish grin, but my clit is throbbing with way too much anticipation to care at this point. “On your back.” He helps me get in position. The cool metal of the luxury sports car’s hood does little to dampen the fire burning inside me. Without warning, Phoenix walks away. I scramble to sit up. “Where are you going?” “Stay down.” His domineering nature is such a turn on. “Okay” I rest my back on the car. He’s back. My core tightens as I take him in. God, he’s breathtaking. The first three buttons of his crisp white shirt are undone. He’s no longer wearing his tuxedo jacket, and the bowtie is gone. I wish he’d lose the shirt altogether. Everything was so fast and unexpected earlier, I didn’t get enough time to admire his chiseled muscular body or salivate all over the mouthwatering V-muscle leading to his perfect,
thick cock. I look down at his hand and frown. “The moving blanket will protect my clothing,” he says without me having to ask. “Smart.” I’m impressed. “Scuffed shoes and ripped pants stand out. We don’t want to be that obvious.” “No, we don’t.” “Feet on top of the hood.” “With my heels still on?” “Yes.” “Won’t it damage the paint?” His gaze bores into mine. “Trust me, kitten, your sexy as fuck silver strappy heels aren’t going to stay on that hood for long.” I obey. Phoenix drops the moving blanket to the floor. For a long beat, he stares at me. My body heats up like a furnace under his lustful gaze. Just when I’m about to beg for him to put an end to this insufferable torture, he reaches underneath my dress. His fingers travel up my trembling thighs until they brush against my covered pussy. My very wet pussy. “You’re an eager little kitten.” He takes his time teasing me. I squirm under his touch. “I can smell your hunger,” he says, moving his fingers to the waistband of my panties. Dear God. This man’s mouth... He tugs my panties, and I lift my bottom off the hood so he can slide the elastic over my ass. He pulls them all the way to my ankles before untangling them from my heels. The delicious sensation of my slickness dragging between my legs nearly makes me lose my mind. He brings the seamless panties to his nose and inhales my scent. “I shouldn’t want to taste you this badly, kitten.” His hands running up my thighs. “I’m willing to bet my fortune, you’ll taste sweeter against my tongue than you did when I licked your juices off my fingers when you were in my office.” My chest heaves, my breasts swollen underneath the fabric of my matching strapless white sheer bra at his admittance. “God, I want to feel your tongue down there.” My eyes widen in shock. I didn’t mean to say those words out loud. He flashes me a wolfish grin. “Down there? Where’s that?” I drop my eyes between my parted legs. “Words, kitten.” “My pussy.” “What do you want me to do to your pussy?” “I want you to do what you promised.” “What was that?” “You promised your tongue on my pussy?” That
came out sounding more like a question than a statement. The supreme self-assuredness oozing from him is intimidating. A smile curls his lips. “I love those dirty words on the lips of my prim and proper wife, but no, kitten, I’m not going to put my tongue on your pussy, I’m going to fucking devour the pussy that now belongs to me like a ravenous beast. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll be praying to God, the saints, and all the angels in Heaven. Fuck, I’ll make sure you think you’re flying to Heaven.” I swallow. “Spread them wide for me.” He doesn’t have to ask twice. He kneels in front of me and bores his eyes into mine. He runs his fingers up the length of my thighs in a languid caress. My body shudders. “Your pretty pink pussy is mine for the next three hundred and sixtyfive days,” he says. “I’ll touch it, ravish it with my mouth and fuck it when I want. And, more importantly, I’ll make you come as many times as I want.” A low moan es capes me as my thoughts melt into a pull of lust. I swear I just climaxed. His fingers slide from my pussy to an untouched part of me. I gasp. “And this...” He circles my sacred spot, and I tighten my ass cheeks in fear he’ll go further. “Tsk. Relax.” I try, I really try, but my body is still tense. “Phoenix, I’ve never...” I bite my lower lip. “You will with me.” I blink at him in shock. “I’m not going to fuck you there until you’re ready, but you’ll take my cock in your ass and you’ll thank me.” Instead of running out of the garage screaming in fear, my pussy flutters in excitement. What’s wrong with me? How can he have this much power over me? “For the record, I didn’t hear you protesting,” he says. “Don’t kid yourself, Michaela, you’re a dirty girl.” Gripping each of my ankles in his hands, he widens my legs apart. “I want you here,” he says, sliding me down the car. Pressing his palms against the inside of my thighs, he spreads me wider, leaving me completely exposed to him. With his eyes locked onto mine, he presses his tongue against my clit. I let out an agonizing sound as my back arches with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, you taste good.” He pushes two fingers inside me. I groan. His fingers thrust in and out of me as his tongue skates over my clit in slow, languorous circles. My vision blurs. When he applies more pressure by closing his lips over my clit, my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Oh Phoenix,” I say. “Oh, yes.” He picks up speed, lapping harder and faster. “Oh shit...” He pins me down with one hand splayed open across my belly, forcing me to stay put. The combination of the wicked things his tongue is doing to me and the hedonistic sounds he makes, sends me over the edge. Sweet mother of God. His demanding pace is dizzying. “Shit. I’m—” I clasp my hand over his head and pull at his hair. I can’t decide if I want him to stop or continue. My body gives in. My hips jerk off the Ferrari, taking him with me. It’s over for me. “Ohmy God, ohmy God, ohmy God.” I chant to a higher power as I ride out my orgasm. I’m so loud and some part of my brain registers it’s unladylike, but frankly, I don’t give a damn. Phoenix curls two fingers, finding a spot de ep inside me I didn’t even know existed, and it’s like fireworks detonate at my core. My muscles clench hard and to my shock and awe, a gush of liquid projects from my pussy. Phoenix’s startled gaze meets mine. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, kitten, feed your king,” he says before putting his mouth on me again. He continues to lick the flood from my pussy. I’m horrified and embarrassed, but Phoenix seems unfazed. With his eyes still on me, he laps up my abundant juices. I come. And I come. And I come. The flow is so strong, it’s like a geyser. My body convulses and trembles each time my pussy muscles clench. Holy shit. I didn’t know my body could do that. I thought my earlier orgasm was mind-blowing, but this... this is transcendental. I’m certain this is what an out of the body experience feels like. How am I going to walk away from this man? Phoenix stands up. My eyes widen at the mess I’ve made. His shirt is drenched. I open my mouth to apologize, but I’m distracted when his hands find his belt. “I dying to get inside you
again,” he says. “Your shirt.” I point at it. He glances down. “Who cares about my shirt? That was fucking hot. Not every woman gets to come with such force, kitten. I love how your body reacts to me.” So do I. He unbuckles, unzips, and pushes his pants and boxer briefs to his knees. His thick erection pops to life when he stands back up. That man’s cock is a gift. I lick my lips. “You want it in your mouth?” I want to French kiss that cocksure smile off his face. I nod. “I promise I’ll fuck your mouth soon, but not now.” Before I can shoot off a smart r eply, he grabs my hips and flips me over onto my front, flattening me against his pricey car. I squeal. He grabs me by my bare thighs and hitches me against his body. “Open your legs.” He kicks my feet apart, leaving me no choice. My feet don’t touch the ground for a long. With the precision of a nuclear warhead, he rams into me in one forceful thrust, causing my body to slide up the wet car. “Oh God.” Like earlier, his cock stretches me past what I’m used to. “Stay down.” He places a hand against the back of my head. My cheek presses against the cold metal of the Ferrari, making this dirty encounter even raunchier than it already is. “I can’t get enough of your tight pussy.” He accentuates each word with a powerful thrust. He grabs a handful of my short hair and pulls as he fucks me de
Ep I shouldn’t love it this rough, but I do. I really do. “Fuck, I love punishing you by stretching your pussy. I could do this all day long and all night. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before disobeying me.” “This is what you call punishment?” I snort. “Bring. It. On.” “Kitten, you’re going to learn to watch your mouth.” He grants my wish. He’s like a piston, thrusting into me hard and stealing my breath. He slams in and out. Over. And over. And over again. I don’t complain. I don’t even ask him to slow down. Dear God, I didn’t know I needed this. “Take me. Take every inch of my cock.” He slams into me even harder. The sound of skin slapping is pure bliss. I whimper. “God, you feel so good, kitten.” He thrusts again and buries himself so de ep, it’s like we’ll be fused like this
forever. Not that I’d mind. “You want my cum filling you up or do you want me to mark your back?” I have a choice? “I— I—” For the love of God, he’s fucking me so hard, I can’t speak. Slap! “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer,” he says. “My pussy.” “Put it in a sentence.” “Come inside my pussy.” My heart is beating like a drum. “Say please.” “Please come inside my pussy.” “Who’s fucking you?” I pinch my lips together into a thin line. “Stop being such a demanding asshole.” “That’s not how this game is played, kitten.” He slaps my ass. He does it again. And again. And again. My ass cheeks are on fire. “Now give me what I want, wife.” Even I know when to bow to the king. “Phoenix, please come inside my pussy.” “My little kitten retracted her claws.” He leans forward, pressing his front to my back, resting his weight on me. He places his lips against my ear, breathing hard. “You dirty little thing, you need a nice hard fuck.” I nod. Why am I only finding out now how much I love a domineering man? “Words.” “I do.” “No other man is going to fuck your tight little pussy like I will. No other man will own this pussy like I do. No other man will worship it as much as me.” I hate him for telling me something I already fear. “Are you ready for me to shoot my load inside your sweet pussy?” “God, yes.” “You have to come first, though.” He reaches around for my clit, flicking it, massaging it, and toying with it until my legs shake. When he closes his fingers around my throbbing clit, I see stars. My body tenses and my breath hitches. I tilt my head and let out a blissful wail of agony and pleasure as wave upon wave of climax rip through me. “Good girl. Now you’re ready for my cum.” He doesn’t give me time to answer. Phoenix pounds into me a few more times before his body tenses. “Oh, fuck, kitten.” And then he comes, pouring his release de ep inside my pussy. I’m full of him. We lay on the hood of the Ferrari, panting. My eyes fly open as a frightening thought infiltrates my mind. “How are we
going to sneak back into the house undetected? There’s no mistaking what we’ve been up to. Your shirt is drenched, so is my dress.” “We have time to figure it out.” “What do you mean?” “Hold onto your horses, kitten. I’m gearing up my engine for another round.”