I nod. I look down at his length. It's thick, throbbing, pulsing, mine. I want it. I tell him, "Now I know exactly what I want. I want you."
"You think you can handle it?" he asks. "Because you're telling me you're a virgin which means your pussy is so fucking tight, Lucia."
He runs a hand between my thighs, his fingers digging at my cunt. I moan loudly. I let it all out. My deepest desire. I let it escape my lips, and he groans at the sound.
"Fuck, girl," he says. "You're tight, but so fucking juicy."
"For you," I say. "I'm wet for you. Do you like that?"
He fists my hair. He presses me against the door. "I fucking love it," he says. "But I need more."
"Won't you let me suck your candy cane first?" I say with a tease, a lilt to my voice, but he shakes his head.
"No, you may not. I told you, you have to obey me if you want to be mine."
"All right," I say, stunned. "Then what must I do to obey you, Mr. O'Grady?"
"First of all, you'll never call me that."
"What shall I call you?" I ask him, loving this game.
"You'll call me husband."
"Husband," I say, the word foreign to my lips. I've never considered it before. "You want me to call you husband?"
He nods. "Yes. That's exactly what I want you to call me."
"Is this a game to you?" I ask him.
He shakes his head. "No, it is not. I want you on the bed, and I'm going to suck your virgin cunt because if you start sucking my cock, it won't be long before I'm pounding your pussy. And that would mean I'm going to rip you in two. I don't want that to happen, Lucia," he says. His hot breath is on my ear, his lips warm against my mouth. So close to kissing me and fuck, I want him to. I want him to kiss me hard.
I want his tongue in my mouth. I want him to kiss and bite and devour. I'm pretty sure he's about to, but first he tells me more. "I'm going to put you on my bed, and I'm going to suck your pussy until you're dripping wet, until your cunt is ragged and raw and wet in ways you never been before. I'm going to make you come again and again, all over my hand and my face. I'm going to make you orgasm until everyone downstairs starts to wonder what all that ruckus is about. Do you understand, Lucia?"
I nod ever so slowly. "Yes, Cane," I start to say. He cuts me off with a kiss. It's a fast one, though, and he pulls back.
"Not Cane."
I swallow, remembering. "Right, whatever you say, husband." The game is delicious and seductive and makes my knees go weak.
“We need a safe word, Lucia,” he growls.
“Mistletoe,” I suggest.
He looks deep into my eyes. “That is so fucking chaste. I love it.” He kisses me again, and this time it's different. It's slow and sensual, and our lips part and his tongue is now on mine in a way it never was before. He kisses me deeper and harder. And I wrap my legs around him, and I feel his cock edged against my ass.
My arms wrap around him too. And he holds me up against the door before carrying me to the big mattress of his king-size bed. He's on top of me, kissing me, every inch of me, my neck and my shoulders and my breasts. He's massaging them together as if they're his toys. And it makes me feel so beautiful. So good. I'm panting, moaning. My pussy aches.
And he seems to understand what I need because soon he's below me, his mouth between my lips, his tongue on me, inside me, licking, sucking, taking me, tasting me.
I'm gripping those sheets, those satin, silky sheets, and my back arches, my body his. My legs wrap around him, and my body convulses in a way that doesn't embarrass me one bit. It makes me feel majestic, like a goddess, like his queen.
"Oh my God," I scream. My breasts heave as I drip for him. His finger enters me. He begins to flick at my clit with his finger and his tongue, and I don't know what's happening.
My eyes close, and I pant in a way that has me on the edge of the bed, the edge of the earth, the edge of reason.
"Oh my God," I moan. How I got from yesterday making cookies in his kitchen to this – naked in the middle of his bed, as his plaything – it’s beyond me.
"Husband," I moan. "Make me yours." I beg. "Please, please," I say as I come, his fingers inside me, two, then three.
He finger-fucks me in a way I've tried to make myself come before using a vibrator, using a dildo, pounding at my own flesh, hoping to get off. It never worked. Not like this because he's riding me naked and alive, and I feel so good.