Page 41 of The Black Lotus (Fatal Florals Duet #2)
THIRTY-FOUR
SERENA
K eeping my hands off Aster and his grabby ones off me is way harder than I thought it would be.
When two people who have been deprived of one another for longer than they are used to, finally get in reach of the other and are denied the one craving they need, things become…
tense. Let’s just say after a couple days of making sure her brother was healing properly, Zephira got out of our house because she was tired of both our snappiness.
It’s been five days , and I personally have had enough. It's been almost two weeks since he was taken and he is healed enough. It’s time . He doesn’t know it yet, but I am in a playful mood, so when those grabby hands become forceful, I am going to give in.
I’m currently whipping up an assortment of food for breakfast, one that will not only satiate our appetite, but will be payback for that time he teased me with pizza. Let’s see how he feels when the roles are reversed .
Walking up the stairs in nothing but an apron, I hold a tray of waffles, whip cream, strawberries, and chocolate syrup. Things are about to get messy.
After everything we’ve been through, this is a moment we both need. A moment to breathe and be with one another with no distractions or looming threats from Cynthia.
Aster’s already sitting up in bed, most likely checking the camera feed for anything out of place. His paranoia has been on high alert since the incident, causing my anxiety to rise along with his. He can’t help but feel this is not the end. That inkling grows stronger each day in me, as well.
As soon as I shut the door, I see a feral Aster staring at me, his hungry, darkened gaze has me weak in the knees.
“You’ve brought me breakfast.”
I walk towards him, placing my food on the side table and the tray of his on the bed. “I have. It’s all your favorite sweets.” My voice squeaks when his hand grips my ass, his fingers digging into my plump flesh, the food nearly spilling over before I let go.
“You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
I swat his arm, stepping out of his hold. “You need to eat.”
“If you expect me to eat anything except your dripping cunt when I’ve been starved from it for so long, you’re more delusional than I thought.”
I mindlessly lick my bottom lip. “If you eat your breakfast, I might let you have me for dessert.”
Without another word, he grabs the plate in front of him and scarfs down the food, not leaving a single crumb. I watch, amazed and turned on by the way his throat bobs up and down with each swallow.
The plate clatters back on the tray. “Done. Now come here,” he demands.
I pick up the plate, giving him a playful smile, acting clueless as I fork a piece of waffle. “You may be done, but I haven’t even started on mine.” I sit down, the apron rising up and revealing my exposed pussy.
He growls a warning, his fingers bunching around the sheets as he tries to contain himself. It is quite amusing watching him impatiently wait; I was hoping he’d throw a tantrum or feed me himself, but watching him struggle is even better.
I slowly eat, taking my time savoring each bite and licking my lips when a little chocolate and whip cream falls. A big dollop of cream plops directly on my chest, and I take my finger, swiping it off. Before I can bring the white sweetness to my mouth, Aster’s lips wrap around it and we both moan.
Once our heated eyes meet, all bets are off. The predator lurking beneath his eyes, the one that is done waiting for his prey to finish, tenses with lethal grace, every single muscle straining against his skin. Before he can pin me down, I grab the can of whip cream, holding it out in front of me.
“You think a little sugar is going to stop me from taking what is mine?”
“I think if you move one inch off that bed you’ll find out.”
A wolfish grin spreads across his face. “Is that a threat, little vixen?”
“It’s a promise.”
I spray the can in his face as he leaps towards me. It hits his chest, and I run, not ready to be eaten, enjoying the game too much. He lunges forward, but I jump out of his reach and land onto the bed, legs spread and readying myself to run.
He stands with his head cocked, an amused gleam in his eyes as he watches for what I’ll do next.
“Nowhere to run, Serena. Why don’t you just give up and give me what I want?”
“Never,” I breathe.
“If you run, I will catch you, and when I do, I will shove that can so far up your cunt you’ll be begging for mercy.” His next words come out as more of a promise than a threat, sending shivers down my spine. “Unlucky for you, that's one thing I will never grant you.”
He wouldn’t actually do that. I jump down on the other side of the bed and sprint towards the door. If I can just make it down the stairs, I’ll have a fair chance at escaping and prolonging our game of cat and mouse.
Just as my hand wraps around the handle, I’m pulled back, and my back collides with his chest. His arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me trapped. “Now you’ll be filled with another kind of cream.”
He tosses me over his shoulder, untying the back of my apron and throws me onto the mess of our bed. I kick and punch and try everything I can to break free, but he has me in a strong grip.
He crawls over me, taking his shirt off and dropping to the floor.
He bends down to lift my apron over my head and I let him, finally giving in to what we both want, as he grabs each hand securing them to the restraints connected to our bed.
Once my hands are bound above my head, he scoots down my body, his hands massaging my breast. I let out a pleasurable hiss as he pinches each nipple, hard.
“Aster!” I moan, my head falling back as my eyes close.
He dips his head to trace circles around the sensitive peak, kissing and nipping his way down my stomach to my needy, aching cunt.
“Has your pussy missed me?” He dips his head, his mouth hovering over me.
“Yes,” I breathe, my body bowing off the bed.
“Do you deserve to be eaten?”
“Please,” I whisper.
His tongue swipes over my clit, a whispered moan leaving my lips as his lips latch on to my pulsing center. I want to tangle my hands into his hair, push him deeper into me, but being confined, he’s stolen any chance I have.
A whimper falls out of me as his tongue stops the magic it was performing. “As much as I want to devour you. You need to be punished.” He better not do what I think he is.
My body tenses as he gets off the bed, taking his pants off as my eyes trace the movement. He tosses them to the floor and retrieves the can of whip cream. Fuck.
“You’ve made quite the mess with this. I should have you lick every inch of me clean.
” He gets back on the bed, straddling me and spraying a dollop over my breast as he leans down to lick it off, his eyes never leaving mine.
“But first I’m going to show you what happens to little vixens who don’t listen to their fox. ”
He grabs a strawberry from the plate behind him and sprays a dollop onto the fruit. “Open,” he demands. I wrap my mouth around his offering, his eyes darkening as sweetness coats my tongue, my tastebuds dancing at the combination .
He bends down to lick the whip cream off my lips, my chewing stopping as his mouth demands mine. Our lips dance with a hunger of being apart for too long, our tongues tangling as sugar drips down my chin.
My eyes spring open, my pussy clenching when I feel cool metal parting my entrance. “Aster, what are you-?”
“Shhhh,” his finger covers my lips. “I told you I was going to punish you.” He drops the can on the bed and a relieved sigh leaves me.
I know he told me that, but I didn’t actually believe he would torture me with it. The girth is intimidating as hell and no sane person would ever insert it into themselves let alone have someone else do it.
“Aster, please. It won’t fit.” For the first time since meeting him I am scared. Sweat beads at my forehead as I slowly swallow down the fear.
He scoots down, spreading and bending my legs with an iron grip on each ankle. In a threatening tone, he says. “Don’t move or there will be more pain than pleasure.”
I gulp in a shuddering breath, doing as he says and keeping my feet planted as he gets off the bed and straps them open. So even if I want to, I can't move.
He positions himself between my legs, retrieving the can and spraying it on my wet and traitorous cunt. No matter how scared I am that the can will rip me in two, my body eagerly awaits the intrusion with how I’m dripping.
The cold cream covers my pussy as the can slowly enters me.
The pain is excruciating; my eyes pinching closed as my breath catches in my lungs.
I can’t enjoy whatever pleasure this could bring because the only thing I’m worried about is if this will give me a UTI or some other kind of infection. This isn’t my idea of foreplay.
“Breathe, Serena,” Aster says, and I take in a huge breath of air as the can slides a little deeper, ripping a scream from my throat.
“I can’t.” Tears prick my eyes, the stretching becoming unbearable.
“You thought you couldn’t handle me, yet you did.”
“Your dick isn’t as big as this can!”
I heave a sigh of relief as he takes the can out of me, my body jerking from the relief. “Shall we compare?”
He places the white covered metal next to his cock as I strain to lift my head to look. “See? Pretty close.”
Pretty close my ass! That can almost ripped me apart to the point where I wouldn’t be able to have sex for months if he went any deeper.
He chucks the can onto the floor, and I close my eyes, thanking whoever is listening that the punishment was over quickly.
“You look relieved.”
My eyes spring open. “I am.”
“Don’t be. I’m not done with you yet.” I wiggle my body from instinct, but fail as the restraints dig into my flesh.
Fuck me.