Chapter 29 Pleasurable Bliss
ANGELICA’S POV
My breath felt stuck in my throat as I looked into Ericson’s predatory gaze, which meant nothing good.
“I- I am sorry,” I whispered, feeling a little afraid but more aroused at the kind of position we were in.
“If apologies could fix everything, why would there be laws and cops?” Ericson massaged my chin, and I gasped when he rubbed his thumb across my lower lip.
My heart drummed against my chest as it was hard to decipher what was going on inside his head.
“Leave,” Ericson’s voice was loud and unpredictable, and I flinched in my place.
I tried to struggle against his hold to leave as he ordered me, but before I could make a move, he pulled me back and pushed me against the wall.
“Not you, Mi Vida,” He whispered.
Soon, I saw a few men leaving the premises, not daring to look in our direction.
“Don’t look at other men when I am before you. I don’t like it,” Ericson said, and I felt a sense of deja vu hitting me.
‘I don’t like the scent of other men on you,’ Dylan had said some similar words.
I was brought out of my thoughts harshly when Ericson’s hand slid on my thighs, squeezing my flesh, paving the way for the forbidden thoughts that I had been trying so hard to push away.
As scared as I was of him, I wanted him to spread my legs and touch me in the places a man is forbidden to without consent. Heck, I don’t think I would mind if he ends up fcking me in a form of punishment.
I wanted to feel it. The touch of his hands on my body, exploring places like I was their favorite destination, molding me in a pleasurable bliss like a clay pot.
I wanted him to love me like a desert rose devoid of the very holy water that I need from him.
The thoughts alone made me blush scarlet. I tried my best to avoid his gaze, afraid he would read the desire in my eyes.
I didn’t know when it started, but amidst reading those dark romances, I started building a fantasy for masked men. It didn’t help that Ericosn wore a mask covering half of his face.
“The way your throat is moving, like it's struggling to drink the saliva, I wonder what it would feel like when I make it drink something else,” Ericson commented, pulling me closer, his abdomen pressing into me, making me want to spread my legs and feel his crtch against my wmanhood.
However, I was afraid if I moved my legs, he would get a leeway to slip his hand between my legs, and I would lose the little restraint I had in the name of maintaining my dignity.
“Ericson, what are you doing?” I breathed out, trying my best to sound sane and not like someone who wanted to drown in the pain and pleasure provided by him.
I was a girl with great self-respect and dignity, I swear. But it’s almost like I forget all those things at home under my bed when I meet these two men because all I want to do at that time is throw myself at them.
“What am I doing? What do you think I am doing, Mi Vida? I am punishing a naughty girl who dared to appear in a territory she shouldn’t have and saw things I wanted to keep from her,” Ericson said.
“Hmm?” I asked when he pushed his hand further between my legs, his hand brushing against the panty lining under my skirt, and a gasp left my mouth.
However, before I could do anything, Ericson pressed his masked forehead on mine before pressing his lips against mine, making me take a deep breath.
It was almost as if an electric shock ran down my spine as soon as he touched me, and my first instinct was to move away from him, but he held me in place tightly.
“Do you think I can’t smell it? Your arousal, your need, the desire pooling in your heart and mind for me? I can smell your wetness from miles away,” Ericson said, his lips moving against mine softly.
His lips barely touched me, but they were enough to make my heart pound with anticipation.
“W-what are you talking about? I am not aroused–” I started speaking to keep the little dignity I could hold onto, the little sanity my mind was allowing me amidst all those sinful thoughts.
However, my words were cut short when he pushed my panty lining aside and pushed his finger inside my wmanhood, rubbing against my needy cltoris.
“Aa,” A moan escaped my mouth, and I could feel Ercison smirk against my mouth.
"You are quite wet for someone who claims she is not aroused,” Ericosn said before he rubbed my sensitive spot gently, making me want to cross my legs.
You can’t do this. This isn't right. You are my boss. This is against the law. I had all the reasons to say, but all of them flew out of my head when Ercison pushed his lips against mine and kissed me passionately.
His fingers invaded my needy, aroused vagna at the same time, and I gasped for air. His thumb was rubbing soft circles on my cltoris, making my legs feel jello.
I knew I would've fallen long ago if he hadn’t held me in place with his body weight.
His tongue pushed inside my mouth, his savory mint taste making me open my mouth wide as I wanted to drink him as much as he was drinking me. I wrapped my hands around his neck, not being able to control my desires anymore.
He increased the pace of his finger pushing in and out of my vgina, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly, shame creeping up my neck, but I was too immersed in the act to care about anything else.
“Tell me, Mi Vida. Don’t you crave this? Don’t you imagine me finger-fcking you like this? Say that you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t have naughty dreams and think about us. Tell me that you don’t want to be our woman, our shared girlfriend, wife, enjoying the hard ccks of both of us, and I will stop. Tell me that you don’t dream about being fcked by both of us, and I will stop. Tell me you are not a good girl and don't want this punishment, and I will stop,” Ericson whispered into my ears.
The more he said words like these, the hotter I felt as the orgasm started to build up in my abdomen while he hit my sensitive spot repetitively.
“No, don’t stop,” I whispered.
“What was that?” Ericson asked as I felt the sudden urge to release while his lips found the spot between my neck and shoulders, sucking hard on my skin.
“Don’t stop, aa!” I moaned so loud that I was afraid my voice echoed in the entire abandoned building.
Ericson kept moving, sucking and nibbling my neck as he rode the orgasm out of me.
“You're so fcking tight,” Ericson whispered before he slipped his finger out of me.
The feeling of warm liquid seeping out of my vgina engulfed me as I breathed heavily; my body leaned on Ericson’s for support.
“You taste so amazing,”
I lifted my gaze to see Ericson licking his fingers, his pink tongue rolling on them, and my heart skipped a beat.
What did I just do?