Page 18 of Resisting the Temptation (Broken Shelves #3)

Ben

E mma doesn’t hesitate to follow my command, quickly unzipping the side zipper and shimmying her pretty black dress down her curvy body before it pools at her heeled feet, and she steps out of it.

My breath catches at the sight of the delicate emerald green lingerie that was hidden beneath her clothing.

It looks stunning against her skin. The cups of the bra are almost translucent, giving me a delicious view of her perfectly peaked dusty rose nipples.

Her panties are cut high on her hips, but the panel covering her pink pussy is made of a sheer fabric, giving me a teasing look.

I think green might be my new favorite color. Right after the blue of her eyes.

I circle her while she stands there, nearly groaning at the sight of the thong disappearing between her glorious ass cheeks.

I want to rip off the panties and devour her .

I trace the delicate strap of the bra over her shoulder. “This is a lovely set, Dulzura, did you wear it just for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I smile at the honorific seamlessly flowing from her mouth.

“I would hate to ruin it by ripping it off of you.” Her breath hitches with arousal at the threat, and I make a mental note of it for later. “So, let’s remove it.”

I nimbly unclasp the bra, letting the garment fall away, and Emma removes it further, holding onto one strap so it dangles in front of her. I take the bra from her, pick up her dress from the floor, fold everything neatly, and place them on one of the cabinets in the room.

When I’m standing in front of her again, I lift her chin, wanting to look in her eyes.

“Tell me, Dulzura, have you played with your pretty cunt since our last scene?”

“Yes, Sir.” She tries to look at the ground, but I don’t let her.

“Has anyone else touched you since our last session?” I know she’s been tested again, as is customary for new members, but I need to know if anyone else has touched what’s mine.

Mine. Every other Saturday.

“N-no, Sir.”

Possessiveness mixed with pride swirls in my stomach, and my cock hardens further in my slacks. I like it way more than I should that she hasn’t been with anyone since our last session. The egotistical part of me wants to believe it’s because she was so satisfied with me no one else could compare.

The logical part of me knows it’s more likely she hasn’t had the time since she’s been busy with her new job.

“Good. From now on, no one else touches my pussy. That includes you. I will decide when you get pleasure. I will decide when you come. Understood?”

“Understood, Sir.”

“Good girl.” She preens at the praise. “Take off your panties and kneel on the bed.”

Emma is quick to follow my command, divesting her panties, leaving them with her other garments before climbing on the bed and kneeling with her hands in her lap.

It’s a heady thing, having this beautiful woman listening to my every command.

I slowly undress myself, loving how her ocean blue eyes never stray from me. She takes in every inch of my skin like she’s studying a piece of art and doesn't want to miss a single detail. Her eyes roam my chest and arms, then wander down to my legs as I take off my pants.

Her eyes hungrily lock in on my stiff length tenting my underwear, and they flash with disappointment when I don’t take them off.

“Awe, does my Dulzura want my cock?”

Emma’s eyes shoot up to meet mine, a delicious blush painting her cheeks. “Yes, Sir. I would really like to taste it.”

Oh, fuck me.

I cup her cheek and gently push a lock of curly hair behind her ear. “I want that too, Dulzura , but I need to taste you first. I’ve been craving the taste of you for weeks. ”

I reluctantly step away from the gorgeous woman on the bed and walk to the cabinet I know holds what I need.

I remove the item from the drawer, walk back to the bed, and hold it in front of Emma. “You wanted me to show you the ropes. This isn’t rope, but it is a restraint. I’m going to tie your hands above your head. What’s your color?”

Emma eyes the satin ties and then the bed frame before answering with a breathy, “Green, Sir.”

“Lay down, hands above your head.”

She lays against the soft sheets and puts her wrists together before raising them above her head towards the headboard.

I climb on the bed and straddle her hips, loving the feel of her skin against mine.

I loop the satin ties around her wrists before tying them securely to the headboard.

I have her flex her hands to make sure the ties aren’t cutting off her circulation.

Satisfied that she’s secure but not in danger, I ask her color again.

When her answer is green, I descend down her body with my mouth.

I’m about to lean in and kiss her on the mouth but remember her limit when she sucks in a harsh breath. I don’t want to think too much about why I hate it.

I change my course of direction and place a gentle kiss on the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, towing the line of her boundary. Her scent assaults me. I smell her perfume every day at the office, but being this close is intoxicating.

I gently bite the spot where I left a kiss, and she whimpers, so I continue the pattern.

I kiss and bite and lick my way down to her ample tits.

I didn’t get to play with them last time, so I take my time swirling my tongue around one rosy nipple, working it into a stiff point before I move to the other one.

Emma arches her back into my touch, and when I look up from her breast, I notice her mouth clamped firmly shut. That won’t do, I want to hear her pretty sounds.

“I want to hear your moans, Dulzura. Don’t keep them from me,” I say right before I bite down on her nipple, drawing a harsh breath and wanton sound from her lips.

“That’s right, honey. I love hearing how much you love it.”

I continue my path down her body, nipping and biting and licking. When I settle between her legs, lavishing her thighs with bites and kisses, I feel the heat from her core and swear I can smell her arousal.

I spread her legs with my shoulders, getting the first glimpse of her pussy after a month and growl with the need coursing through me.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I dive right in, licking straight up her center.

It draws the sweetest moan from her mouth, and her body jerks as she fights against the restraints.

I flick her hard little clit with my tongue, groaning when her thighs tense around my head.

“Are you going to come, honey?” I mumble into her wet pussy.

“Please, Sir. Can I?”

“Mmm, I love when you beg. You may come as many times as you want until I’m done with you. You don’t have to ask permission.”

Maybe I should be going harder on her, be more demanding and withhold her pleasure, but I can’t find it in me to do that right now. The urge to taste the evidence of what I do to her is too strong to resist.

As soon as my tongue is back on her and I slip two fingers inside her tight cunt, she detonates, nearly crushing my skull with her thighs.

I work her through her orgasm but don’t let up on my ministrations with my fingers, curling my fingers to find the spot that will surely make her see stars. I want to see if she’ll soak my face again.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” she whimpers, writhing against the restraints, but I don’t stop.

“You can, and you will. I decide when you’ve had enough. I want you to come all over my face, Dulzura. ”

I add a third finger, pumping rapidly inside her while bringing my thumb to her clit. Within seconds, she cries out, her pussy clamps around my fingers, and a rush of warm liquid splashes across my face, her thighs, and the bed.

“That’s it, good fucking girl,” I growl, slowing my fingers as she comes down.

I place a gentle kiss to her clit before I kneel on the bed watching as her chest heaves, loving the flush of arousal covering her chest and face. A sheen of sweat covers her forehead, and a few strands of hair stick to the dewy skin.

I untie the restraints and rub at her wrists to make sure the blood is flowing all while fighting the urge to kiss her.

I want her to taste herself on my lips. I want her to know how fucking good she tastes. I’m dying to know what that sassy mouth feels like when she submits to mine.

I’ll just have to settle for feeling those plush lips around my cock .

I hop off the bed and quickly take off my boxer briefs, and her eyes widen as my cock juts out from my body.

That’s right, honey. This is all for you.

“Are you ready to taste me, Dulzura? ”

“ Please , Sir.”

“Come here and get on your knees.”

She eagerly climbs off the bed and kneels in front of me, looking up at me through long dark lashes. I hold the base of my cock and rub the head against her pretty pink lips, marking her with the precum beaded at the tip.

“Open your mouth, honey. Tongue out.”

She eagerly listens, and I tap the fat head on her tongue. Her eyes flutter at the contact, like she’s been dying to taste me.

“Show me how eager you are to please me, Dulzura. ” I let go of my cock, and Emma’s small hands take the place of mine as she eagerly licks from the base to the tip before swirling her tongue around the head, collecting the small bead of precum in the slit.

I nearly fall to my knees as she takes me deep into the wet heat of her mouth and sucks. I gather her hair into a ponytail and grip the curly strands, giving an experimental thrust so my cock hits the back of her throat.

When she gags, I pull out and ask, “What’s your color, honey?”

“Green, Sir.”

Satisfied with her answer, and without giving her any warning, I thrust back into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat until she gags again. She quickly recovers, swallowing around me and continues to give me the best blow job of my fucking life .

After a minute, I know I’m going to blow my load, but I don’t want to—not yet.

I pull out, and she pouts at the loss, causing me to chuckle.

“Such a cock hungry slut. Don’t worry, honey, I just don’t want to come in your mouth today. I want to come in that tight pussy. Up on the bed. All fours.”

Emma scrambles up on the bed presenting me with her beautiful ass. I crawl up behind her and knead the creamy globes, admiring the way they look beneath my hands.

Unable to resist, I pull my hand back and give the right cheek a gentle spank. Emma gasps and rocks back into my hand.

God, I love how responsive she is.

“Please, Sir, fuck me. I need to feel you,” she whimpers.

“So needy, Dulzura. But since you said please…” I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and push inside with one brutal thrust.

As her tightness envelopes me, I swear my vision blurs from the pleasure. No one has ever felt as good as she does, and I fear when this is all over, I’ll be craving the feeling of her for the rest of my life.

Emma moans when I’m fully seated inside, and I nearly come from the hot vice-like grip of her squeezing my length. I’m not even moving, but I swear I’m going to bust.

“Fuck, Dulzura . Your pussy is pure heaven.”

Your pussy feels like it was made specifically to fit my cock. I’ll never get enough.

“I’m going to fuck you hard now, Dulzura, ” I say in warning before I gather her hair and wrap it around my fist. I pull all the way out and plunge back into her—deep.

Emma moans in pure pleasure as I set a brutal pace, fucking into her with such force her ass jiggles with every thrust. I feel almost out of control with lust—with need. The need to feel her come on my cock, the need to feel her pulse around me. The need to claim her.

I groan when she starts meeting me thrust for thrust, and I don’t hold myself back from spanking her again as I tug her back by her hair.

Emma’s pussy pulses around my cock as she screams her release, and the vice grip of her pussy forces my own orgasm out of me.

As I release ropes of cum into her tight cunt, I groan her name.

Not honey or Dulzura, but her actual name.

What is she doing to me?

When her orgasm subsides, I reluctantly pull out, immediately mourning the loss, and walk to the small bathroom to gather some wipes to clean her up.

When I come back and see my seed dripping out of her swollen pussy, my brain short circuits, and a primal possessive part of me wants to shove it back inside her where it belongs.

Mine.

I mentally punch those thoughts away. I’ve never had a breeding kink, and I won’t let this woman change that. Emma is a temporary vice, a fuck buddy for a limited time. Once she’s learned all she can from me, she’ll move on to someone else.

That’s the way it has to be.