The Marriage Dare

“I told you downstairs that you’re going to beg me. Not for money, not for the quality of life that I expect my wife to enjoy. But for my touch, my pleasure, and my love? You’ll beg. You need to earn that. I won’t kiss you unless you ask me to, Princess.”

Anger and desire twist up in equal measure inside me. I hate that he wants me to do that, reducing me to someone who needs to beg. But God, it makes me want to. I imagine getting on my knees and begging for more. The thought is too much, I have to close my eyes. My face flushes again, and I know that he’ll notice. Know that I want him.

But I’m not going to beg this man for anything. I’m already losing too much. Already at his mercy. He won’t see me do it.

However, that doesn’t mean that I can’t get what I want. I say nothing, just arch myself into Daniel’s body and lift my lips to his. Our kiss explodes, like gunpowder and a match. His mouth consumes mine, heat and pleasure flowing through me. I groan into his mouth, and he teases my lips open with his tongue. Invading, battling, conquering mine with precision and ease.

He presses me harder against the glass, the coolness of it on my back contrasting against his heat. He’s like a flame pressed against me and I want to burn. I ache everywhere for him, and his hands roam, leaving shivers in their wake. There’s no hesitation in his exploration, only confidence and assurance that he already owns me—because he does. I hate that that thought makes me wet.

Daniel’s hands slide up my body until they reach my shoulders, and he grabs the sleeves of my dress where they curve over my shoulders and peels it down. I don’t even try to stop him. Don’t want him to stop. He lets it fall so it pools around my feet and I’m in nothing but my lingerie and my one pair of high heels.

The way his eyes rove up and down my body makes me feel like his mouth is already on me, and I’m so wet that he might be able to see it. He pulls me hard against his body again, taking me with him as we sprawl down onto the couch. Instantly he’s over me, delicious weight pinning me to the cushions as he plunders my mouth again. Yes.

This is what I wanted. Nothing but mindless pleasure and distraction. He feels so good, heat burning through the thin fabric of his shirt and hard cock pressing against me through his pants. His tongue strokes into my mouth, making me see stars behind my eyes. More is the only word that I can remember.

Then his lips are gone and he’s breathing as hard as I am, kissing down the my chest and lower. Down across my stomach, where he hovers. He could go anywhere from here. “Don’t think that I didn’t notice your little loophole, Princess. Make no mistake, I will have you beg. But just this once, I’ll give you a pass. But only if you tell me what you want.”

What do I want? I want everything. I want him to take control and take me and let us fall into a haze of pleasure together. I want to forget that he’s Daniel and that I’m Monica just for the night. I want him to use me the way he wants. But his lips curl up into a smile, and I know that I have to choose. At least for now. I have every confidence that I can get him to do more. It barely took a whisper of a kiss to land us here.

“Your mouth,” I say, my own mouth dry. “I want your mouth on me.”

He grins, and presses a slow kiss just below my belly button. “As you wish, Princess.” The words vibrate across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Daniel licks me, dragging his tongue downward to the edge of my panties and hovering, teasing me with mouth and fingers before pulling them down. I’m already soaking wet and the sudden rush of air is cold on my pussy. But before long, it’s replaced by the warmth of Daniel’s mouth.

He presses a kiss to my clit, lips closed and utterly chaste, which makes me laugh. I don’t know if I can actually consider a kiss on my clit chaste. But he kisses it gently, slowly. It’s not what I want.

I want him to devour me.

Lifting my hips, I try to ask for more, but he pushes them down again, and I moan.

“I said you could ask for what you wanted. I didn’t say you could tell me how to give it to you.” His voice isn’t angry, just firm. Utterly confident, and I grow even more wet. Of course he notices, and his chuckle makes me flush with embarrassment.