Page 44 of Fair Trade (New York Monarchs #2)

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I lay out everything I’ll need for tonight.

I’ll admit, I enjoyed this little game Luisa and I played tonight. Only she has the ability to make me feel like I’m alive while simultaneously wanting to punish her for it.

I undressed down to my boxer briefs when I heard her enter the house a few minutes ago. I don’t plan on keeping these on that much longer either.

I track the sound of her heels heading up the stairs until they’re muffled by the bedroom carpet.

Our room is only lit up by the lamp on her nightstand, but I can see her dilated pupils and shallow breathing all the way from where I sit in the oversized chair by the bay windows.

“You rang?” She tries to seem aloof but fails miserably.

And while I love sparring with my wife, tonight, I don’t plan on using many words.

I lean back, knowing my hard cock is barely restrained behind thin material, and beckon her over with the crook of two fingers.

Her brows raise, but she complies, like I knew she would.

She stops nearby but not close enough for me to touch her. Smart survival instincts. Except those became useless the moment she stepped back into this house tonight.

“What? Cat got your tongue? You seemed like you had much to say when you called me at the bar.” She crosses her arms across her chest, trying to act as if she doesn’t know she’s already been caught in my web.

“Strip,” I demand, my tone low and gravelly.

She sucks in a breath as she straightens. “What?”

I don’t repeat myself. Instead I allow her to stand in heady silence as my eyes trail every inch of her body.

She bites her lower lip, and I clock it as the moment she knows it’s time to get what she is due.

She reaches the zipper on the side of her dress and pulls it down. Then, one by one, she lowers each strap of her dress until it’s pooled on the floor around her heeled feet.

I knew what she was wearing under her dress. The reminder alone was enough to send me running to spend ten million dollars on a bar that’s probably worth half the price.

But as Luisa stands before me in a red, lacy see-through bra and matching thong, I know I’d pay billions to get her back in this room with me.

And while the sight is enticing, I’m afraid I don’t have the patience to take my time and enjoy it thoroughly. What I have planned for Luisa requires her to be naked.

She hooks her thumbs over her thong and waits a moment, as if asking if I’m sure I want the sexy garment to be removed. I nod, and she slowly bends at the waist to remove them. Once they’re off, she picks them up off the ground and flings them at my bare chest.

I release a humorless chuckle as I look pointedly at her sheer bra.

She unhooks it and holds onto the cups, keeping an air of mystery until the very last second, when she sends the bra flying my way as well.

She steps out of the dress, wearing only her silver heels. She makes no move to take them off, and I decide then and there that they will remain on her for the rest of the night.

I stand, closing the distance between us.

My thumb lifts and lightly traces a soft circle around her hardened nipple, giving it a slight tug before I lean in slightly and lift her into my arms, pulling a surprised squeak out of her before I toss her onto the bed.

“Spread,” I command.

She hesitates, catching her breath, but then complies as she opens her legs and shows me exactly what I’ve been dying to see all night.

I place my hands on her knees and stretch her wide open obscenely so not a single inch of her is hidden from me.

Her pussy is bare, freshly shaven. And I grin, knowing she did that hoping we’d end up exactly like this tonight.

The more I stare, the more obvious it becomes how wet she is.

I can’t resist. I swipe my thumb over her opening and firmly spread her juices across her clit. I don’t linger. As soon as I hear her moan, I bring that thumb to my mouth and lick.

I force myself off the bed. I have a plan, and if I allow myself to get lost in Luisa, I won’t be able to show her the naughty vision I had while she left me home alone tonight.

I leave her on the bed, spread open and waiting for me, as I grab what I need from the nightstand.

She didn’t notice it when she walked in, and I’m looking forward to the element of surprise.

I climb back on the bed and put the U-shaped sex toy by her mouth.

“Suck.”

Her eyes threaten to pop out of her head at my demand. But it doesn’t stop her from doing as she’s told.

She opens her mouth, and I push the toy in.

Of course I could have used her own arousal, but I like this sight much better.

She releases the toy with a pop, saliva strung along the toy and her lips.

“Spit.”

She releases another moan before she spits on the toy, and I move away from her inviting mouth before my cock gets any ideas.

I move back down to her open legs and remove my underwear.

My hardened cock bobs between us, pointing directly at her wet pussy as precum leaks from my tip.

Patience , I repeat to myself for the millionth time.

I take the longer, thicker side of the toy and rub it up and down her slit.

“Safe word is ‘sangria.’ Repeat it to me and tell me you understand. If you want me to stop, use it, and this all ends.”

I lift the toy from her entrance so she can decide whether she wants to give consent with a clear head.

“If you don’t put that toy or cock inside me in the next five seconds, I can’t be held responsible for the damage I inflict with my very pointy heels… Safe word is sangria, so move this show along,” she pants.

My lips twitch as I resume playing with her and the toy.

“Sorry, wife, but this is how it’s going to go.

I’m controlling your orgasms with this fun little toy I picked up tonight.

I spent the whole night cleaning it meticulously and coming up with what I want to do to you.

I thought punishment would make the most sense, but after I tasted your pussy today, my cock wanted in on the action. ”

She groans. “Shut up and give it to me already.”

“Sorry, no cock for you, dear.” I insert the toy, pushing it in and out of her slowly until it’s all the way inserted.

“But don’t worry; I will be having my fun.

” I make sure the top part of the toy is aligned perfectly with her clit before showing Luisa the small remote control in my hand.

“And this will be my sidekick for the night. First, I’ll start with this.

” I press a button, and the silicone vibrator inside her starts to give short thrusts, pushing up against her G-spot.

Her mouth opens on a silent gasp, her eyes burning with desire. “Good so far, I hope?” I taunt.

Her hands fist the bedding as she nods.

I move above her body, planting kisses as I lead up to her breasts.

I bring a nipple to my lips and suck, circling my tongue around her hardened tip before I give it a quick nip and move to give her other breast the same attention.

She’s writhing beneath me, and the sight of pleasure on her face makes me almost want to laugh, because this is nowhere near the extent of what I have planned for her tonight.

I continue to move up until my thighs straddle her chest and my cock is mere inches from her face.

She licks her lips, but I shake my head. She looks confused as I lift my cock to her lips and once more say, “Spit.”

She does as she’s told, spitting on me, but not before she runs the tip of her tongue over the head of my cock. I hiss as she swipes away a drop of precum.

“Good girl.”

The words slip out of my mouth before I think it through, but the look of satisfaction on my Angel’s face tells me that my wife has a praise kink.

I lean back down, inching my hardened length between her luscious breasts, and give her a carnal smile.

“You see, while you were gone, all I could think about was you in that red little number you had on. And once I started thinking about getting you out of your lingerie, I couldn’t get the thought of fucking your tits out of my head. Which is exactly what I plan to do.”

I lift the small bottle of water-based lube I dropped on the bed earlier and drizzle a fair amount over her breasts and my cock. Once satisfied, I toss the bottle aside and start to massage her tits, warming the cool lubricant, circling and pinching her nipples as I go.

I give one test thrust and throw my head back on a groan. Fuck, this feels amazing.

She surprises me by smacking my wrists away and replacing my hands with her own. “Let me.” She pushes her breasts together, creating a warm, tight channel for my dick.

I use my free hands to grab a pillow and prop her neck up so she can have a front-row seat to what she does to me.

“Always the gentleman, I see. And here I thought you were going to fuck my tits without any chivalry.” She winks.

I pick up the remote from where I dropped it beside my knee and grin down at her. I turn up the level on her thrusts as I pick up my own. I allow myself to get lost in the feeling, our sounds of pleasure blending into one.

My finger hovers over a button I have yet to press. I keep my pace, fucking her as she meets my thrusts by bouncing her breasts up and down my shaft, jerking me off with her tits.

I speak between labored breaths. “Does that feel good for you, Angel? Having me fuck your tits while I control how that toy fucks you?”

A restrained cry escapes her throat. “God, yes. Please don’t stop.”

“Would it feel even better if I sucked on your clit?”

“Yes! But no! Don’t move. I’m almost—”

“Oh, don’t you worry. I’m not stopping anything, but this”—I wiggle the remote in my hand—“will assist me. Repeat your safe word for me.”

“Sangria.”

“Use it if you need to.”

“I won’t—ah, ohmygod. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop—”

I pick up the pace, imagining her pussy tightening around the toy that’s currently thrusting into her wet pussy as it also sucks on her aroused clit. The thought almost has me coming on the spot, but I need her to get there first.

I press the suction button one more time, and it’s as if a bomb has been detonated when she screams my name.

“Nick! Oh, fuck me, Nick. I’m coming.”

She’s bowing off the bed, her face contorted in orgasmic bliss as she continues to breathe my name like a prayer.

“Okay, okay. Turn off the toy. It’s too much.”

I quickly power the toy off, and her body melts into the bed as she struggles to catch a full breath. She catches sight of my cock poking out above her tits, and her smile turns devious.

I’m about to tease her about it when her words have me seeing stars. “Come for me, husband . Think you can get any in my mouth?” She opens wide and sticks out her tongue.

My hips punch forward. I feel myself coming before I can articulate it to my dirty wife.

The first rope of cum lands on her neck, followed by the second. I raise up on my knees, and the rest streak over her tongue, lips, and cheeks. The sight immediately burns into my memory.

She uses her fingers to daintily clean up her face as she licks her lips clean. She then sets her sights on my spent cock, moving to take me in her mouth. But I stop her with a hand on her shoulder.

Her brows furrow as she leans back against the pillow.

“You want an orgasm, you come to me. I’ll clear my schedule and eat you out for hours on my desk.

Buy you a new toy to test out when you need that feeling of your pussy being filled up.

” I swipe a bit of my release that she missed and slip it into her mouth.

Then I grip my cock in my other hand and lift it closer to her face.

“But this cock right here is off-limits until you come to your senses.”

“What? What senses are you talking about? The ones you thoroughly fucked out of me? Those senses?”

I shake my head and force myself not to laugh. She’s adorable, even when she’s covered in my cum.

“The ones where you finally admit what we both know to be true. That we are more. More than this contract, more than the show we put on while we’re in public, more than the fake marriage we pretend to be in.

Because that’s exactly what we’ve been doing—pretending it’s not real, instead of the other way around. ”

Her chest rises and falls with each word she’s taking in. “You know, for a guy who’s trying to convince me that he doesn’t want to give me his big dick, you sure are failing to make your point as you hover over my head with it. It seems to be taking on a second wind, like it’s ready to go again.”

“Luisa, I’m not joking with you.”

“But didn’t you say the next time you fucked me, you’d take me bare?

” She reaches between her legs and pulls out the toy that brought her to the edge tonight.

And for a moment I allow myself to scowl at it, knowing that it could have been me instead.

“You made such a mess before. Wouldn’t you like to see how your cum would look coming out of me?

” She pushes her glistening tits together, reminding me of how easily they made me come a few moments ago.

I shake my head as I narrow my eyes at my wife. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Avoidance, I expected from her. But sexual tactics are just plain cruel when I’ve done nothing but imagine sinking into her since the morning I woke up and realized she had slipped from my hotel room.

I’m not letting her run this time.

“If you want to fuck your husband, you can do so when you start acting like you intend on being his wife for the rest of your days.”

Her mouth drops in shock as I move off the bed.

I was serious when I said I wasn’t done with her yet.

“Now turn around and get on all fours so I can eat you out from behind. You can count the spanks. One for every text message you didn’t respond to. Maybe then you’ll learn your lesson.”

But given the flush on her face and the smile of her lips, I know she won’t.