PAISLEY
Iclaw at the edge of the table, biting my lip as Massimo pushes the device into a higher speed. My arrogant declaration that I could resist climaxing with this thing is quickly crumbling as I try desperately not to act out of sorts in front of the three stuck-up couples that have joined us for dinner.
Massimo introduced me to them, but I can hardly remember anything past my own name right now. All of my focus is on not coming apart at the dinner table and winning my bet, but I’m thinking the odds are in my husband’s favor.
I lean toward him and whisper, “How long do these dinners normally go on for?”
His smirk is down-right cruel and vindictive as he glances at his watch. “At least two hours. There is after all, six courses in total.”
“Six?” I exclaim, squirming uncomfortably in my seat at the idea of trying to resist climaxing for such a long time.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He presses his lips to my ear as he speaks, which only heightens my pleasure. “Do you want to forfeit?”
“Never,” I snap, leaning away from him as I grab my fork and focus on the fancy salad the waiter brought out. Grinding my jaw, I try to blank out everything but the sensation between my thighs, willing myself not to fall over the edge even as the device pushes me ever closer.
The voices of the people we’re sharing a table with fade into the background as my laser focus remains on stopping the climax desperately trying to explode through me. Suddenly, the device shifts into a higher level again and I cry out, jolting forward in my seat. My eyes widen as I glare at my rather cruel husband, who is smirking at me as he lifts his glass to his lips.
The other guests at the table glance all look at me with quizzical expressions.
“Are you okay, dear?” An older woman asks, looking a little concerned.
“Y-Yes, sorry.” I stand, knowing that I can’t take another second of this. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”
Massimo grabs my wrist, pulling me close, which only heightens the now impossible pleasure spiking through my veins. “That’s cheating. Do you forfeit?” He murmurs in my ear.
I don’t answer, yanking my arm free and rushing away from the table as fast as I can. The bastard turns the setting up again, making me jump as my thighs quiver.
Fuck.
At this rate, I won’t make it to the bathroom. Somehow I find the ability to rush down the corridor and into the bathroom, which thankfully is empty. And then I shut myself in a cubicle, pulling down my panties and fumbling to remove the torturous device.
That’s when it goes up another level and I cry out, coming apart instantly as the vibrations become too intense. Someone enters the bathroom and then I hear the lock turn on the inside, setting my nerves on edge.
“You can’t walk away from a bet like that, Paisley,” Massimo murmurs, his deep, velvety voice echoing around the enclosed space.
My nipples harden and I shut my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. “You win, alright? I couldn’t handle it.”
He laughs darkly, the sound making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. “Come out, princess.”
I bite my bottom lip knowing that moment I leave this stall he’s going to have his way with me, right here in the middle of a fundraiser. “Why?”
“Don’t question me. You lost the bet, which means I get to do whatever I want with you.”
“Tonight,” I confirm.
His footsteps grow closer to the stall I’m hiding in, like a coward. “It is tonight, Paisley.” He pushes at the door. “Unlock it before I break it open.”
I draw in a shaky breath and reach for the latch, flicking it over.
Massimo doesn’t offer me the chance to come out. Instead, he flings open the door and blocks the exit. His dark eyes instantly go to my hitched up dress where I was in the middle of attempting to remove the device. “Are you being a naughty girl, Paisley?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m removing this damn thing, as the bet is off.”
He moves forward and grabs my wrists in one hand, forcing them over my head as he pushes me against the wall of the stall. “The bet was an afterthought. This device was supposed to stay in all night.”
I whimper as he tugs at it, sending a shock of pleasure right through me.
He pulls it out and cleans it off with some paper towel, before stowing it in his inside suit pocket. “I bet you are absolutely gagging for my cock, aren’t you?”
I shake my head as he shoves three fingers inside of me, groaning.
“You are such a bad liar.” He pulls his fingers out of me and shoves them into his mouth one by one, licking them clean. “I’ve been hungry for you all night.”
I force myself not to moan as he holds my gaze with those dark, intense eyes. “Surely people will talk?”
He arches a brow. “Do I strike you as the kind of man who cares what people say behind my back?”
“Not really, no.”
He smirks and pulls my panties the rest of the way down. “Step out of them.”
I shudder as I do as he says. My desire to fuck up this marriage is becoming increasingly more difficult, as my body won’t listen to reason. It’s as if I’m torn in two pieces. One piece wants to say no to the man who forced me to marry him, the other piece is desperate to be completely dominated by him.