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Chapter 52: Iris: Role play

Chapter 52: Iris: Role play

THE THING about being a full-blown reader, editor, and writer is that you remember all your favorite lines from books you’ve read by heart. Right now, I’m in awe. Lucas just repeated my favorite line from the best mafia novel I’ve ever read: The mafia lord’s babysitter.

He wants me to unzip his trousers without touching his legs. It’s exactly what the Mafia lord, Alexander said to his woman, "Unzip the trousers without touching my legs, or else you’ll be punished." I can’t believe I’m recreating the fantasy I’ve had in my dreams for days with a man I have a crush on, and I definitely as hell can’t believe Lucas has been secretly reading the books I gave him.

Notthatitmattersatthemoment.

Leaning closer to his zipper, I bare my teeth out like a cat, gripping the small metal piece and pulling it down slowly. Then all of a sudden, the paragraph comes to mind. The Female lead, Anika, failed to complete the task without touching her master’s legs and she paid for that failure dearly—by being fucked until daybreak, with no rest.

Woah now. If Lucas remembers the first line in the Chapter, then doesn’t it mean he knows what happens next and he’s planning on doing just that?

Deciding to test him, I fake his zipper stopping mid-opening. After battling with it for a few seconds, I finally do the killer move—touching his knees even though he warned against it.

I’m expecting him to be surprised that I remember, but before I raise my head to get a glimpse of his face, I’m swooped off the floor, black tail and all. I let out an excited scream, waiting for his next course of action now that he’s in character. But he doesn’t budge from his standing point.

We wait for a few more seconds like that, with him rubbing the between of my thighs, teasing my slick pussy in the process. Then as if he has come to a world-freeing conclusion, Lucas moves toward the bedroom.

"Wait, I want to—"

"That’s one more reason to punish you," he says in a deeper voice than I’ve ever heard him pull. Usually, it sounds angelic, no kidding, but right now, it’s more or less villainous. Like a Mafia leader. I love it.

Shutting my mouth, I watch as he grabs the white duvet from my bed, before carrying us outside where he places the cover all over the swinging chair before placing me there, lying on my back, ready to be devoured.

"Who told you to stop crawling, kitty?" He says in the sexiest flat voice ever. I pull myself up, sitting on my knees like a kitty and wagging my butt to make the tail swerve. I must say, the butt plug is another reason why all my senses are on high alert.

It’ssofuckingarousing.

"Good girl," Lucas coos, lowering himself onto me and biting my neck. He runs his hand down my back, slowly making me shiver with each stroke he takes. I’m in my delusions thinking this is going to be like everyday sex, uplifting, sensual, normal, and beautiful sex, when he suddenly grips my waist, making me jerk in surprise.

He pulls my ponytail, sitting on the other end of the bench and making the chair slightly swing back and forth, his beautiful dick moving in a matching motion even though it’s erect as fuck right now.

Ididn’tnoticehimremove

"Take it all in and don’t leave a piece behind," he commands. There’s this something in his perfect portrayal of a villain that makes me bow immediately and lick his tip.

"Mhmm," he immediately hisses. I feel his grip on my hair tighten, fighting the urge to laugh at him. He was all alpha male a while ago and this is what it takes to make him break character?

"You stopped," he growls in that deep voice again and I lower myself on him again. Now here’s the thing, when I read novels, I always picture the growl in an animalistic kind of way, but Lucas’ growl? It’s a deep vibration that sounds like it comes from deep within his throat and bubbles up until it comes as a deep core shaking rumble from his mouth.

Once I have him wet and ready, I open my mouth wide and lower it down on him until I’m about an inch away from his base, and yet, I can feel him hitting the back of my throat. My eyes tear up, but the taste of him in my mouth, twitching, has me gagging as I suck on him like there’s no tomorrow.

After all, I’m doing all this to enjoy both the moment and make him remember me while I’m gone back to my grandparent’s house.

Swerving my tongue on his tip when I pull out, I go back down, deeper this time, and he flinches like he’s having a spasm, expletives coming out of his mouth in that deep voice like the bad boy he is.

"Mhmm, you’re doing great," he grumbles, holding my hair in one hand as his other plays with my boobs.

I’m about to pull out and repeat the lick when he grabs my head and begins thrusting, each time hitting the back of my throat with his dick. They make it sound so easy in books. I feel like vomiting and I’m short of air.

But do I want to stop? No. This is too exhilarating, a fucking experience I’m sure will stay with me for life.

I gag, eyes teary from the thrusting, moans coming out muffled as Lucas keeps pumping. Then he pulls out and I take a breather before he’s back in my mouth again.

My fingers find their way to my clit, circling the throbbing slit for a bit of friction it seeks. My juices are dripping by now, ready for Lucas’ massive machine gun.

Back in my mouth, his movements are getting sloppy, even his grip on my hair. His big hand grabs the back of my ass, groping it and giving it a good shake before a loud rumble of pleasure escapes from his mouth.

"Fuck," he screams under his breath, gritting his teeth when he feels himself coming closer. Grabbing my head, Lucas tries to pull out of me, but I have other plans.

Today is the day I cross most lines, the day I make him realize something is brewing between us, the day I give him pleasure and gratitude. Today is the day I show him just how much I like him without using words.

I grip his hips, plunging myself onto his dick and sucking on it. He doesn’t resist, but the look on his face says it all. He’s surprised. A small smirk starts forming on his lips, ticking up until it’s devilish.

"That’s a good girl," he coos before exploding in my mouth, filling it with his manly essence and he flops on top of me, biceps sliding against my head. Then he pulls out and turns me around so that I’m facing away from him, sitting up straight and placing his large palm just below my bottom lip.

"Spit," he commands.

Smirking, I pretend to not have heard him, turning my head to face him and swallowing the entire thing before licking my lips to show there’s nothing else in my mouth. His pupils dilate, Adams’s apple bobbing as he swallows. In mere seconds he has me in his grip, pulling me to him and making me bend with my ass facing him, the swing moving in protest to our movement.

"Bad kitty’s are punished," he says raising his hand in the air. I know what coming, so I wince before it happens. Is it weird that I’m kind of turned on before the spank comes in hot, an itchy pang being the aftermath of it all?

I’m still dizzy from the first one when he gives me another spank, louder and sharper this time. I moan, gripping the duvet and arching my back for more.

"I’m not done yet," Lucas says stroking my tail. "This, I love whatever it is but it’s gotta go."

"Yes, sir," I reply, feeling him stroke the area he just spanked as his hands trail their way up to the butt plug before digging in my ass and pulling it out. The baby oil I used to assist in sticking it in my ass oozes out and flows down to the folds of my pussy—a tickle that makes my fingers itch to touch there. So I do and it feels so good I just want to explode.

Lucas hisses, spreading the oil all over my ass with both his hands whilst I peek over my shoulder. His ripped arms grope me and he grabs the lingerie by the lining, ripping it off in one go and spreading my ass cheeks apart before licking the cheeks as though he’s praising them.

I flinch at the wetness of his tongue as it trails down my ass. He bites and sucks on it, spanking the other cheek and groping it before pulling my ass to his face, tongue trailing down to where my fingers are rubbing hurriedly now.

Gripping my hand and pulling it away, I moan when the only source of friction I have is gone, but that is before his tongue lands on my clit, revolving around it in a dreamy manner that makes me lose all the energy in my body.

In mere seconds I’m rendered powerless, but my lower body won’t stop moving on his mouth. Lucas grips my hips to keep me in place, mouthing something about me being a bad kitty again before his tongue is back on my clit, penetrating inside and stretching me.

"Ahh, Luke."

A sharp itchy pain comes along with the loud slap from the spank he gives me. "That’s sir to you. Bad kitty," he hisses, tongue returning to my pussy the next moment.

I’d forgotten I was role-playing for a moment there. "Sir," I moan, correctly this time. He hums in approval, bringing two fingers to my clit and penetrating it all whilst he’s still licking and doing whatever down there.

I don’t know what he’s doing since I’m facing the other side but fuck, it feels so good. "Master," I moan again, arching my back and spreading my legs on his face so he can explore my insides a little bit further down the hole.

He fingers me good, hitting the raw core that makes shivers of electrons run all over my body as I lose another ounce of strength. "There."

"Hmm," Lucas hums again, hitting the same spot again.

I can feel the building rising with each stroke he takes, but right when it’s about to explode, Lucas stops pumping and removes his tongue from my clit.

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