Chapter 120 A neat trick
My skin was like silk, coated in smoothness.
The melted wax had long since sunk into my pores, leaving a deep warmth and the smell of caramel, vanilla, blueberries and honey wafting through the air.
But I was far from relaxed. My moans echoed across the tile, rippling through the room. Mordaine had my foot trapped as he lightly traced my feet with the hardness of his knuckles.
My legs jerked, my breath uneven, my pussy hot and aching, but I was not allowed to come.
In a partial shift, every sensation was ten times more intense, a delicious thrill that traveled right up to my brain. But I could only moan and hold my legs tightly together, fighting an orgasm.
“The lesson here is multitasking, my pet.” That bass vibrated through the room.
I whimpered.
“I know, I know.” He sighed. “But does this not feel better, is it not far more delicious this way?” His fingers caressed my toes one at a time, a firm pressure, stroking the oiled length.
“I can’t.” I gasped then. I was at the brink, the very brink, my brows clammy with sweat from trying to hold it back.
“We know you can, little life. Look how well you have done so far. Managed to bare the claws on your fingers only, sheathing your pretty, pretty toes for me.”
He pressed open-mouthed kisses to my toes then, his mouth warm and soft. My back arched, and that strange heat started to fold in on itself in my belly.
“There, you feel it,” More caresses, more kisses, “Pay closer attention from now on, and you'll never miss the early cues anymore. The warmth in your bones, the heat that pools inside your spine, your pulse deepening when it should spike.”
I could hear him through my torment. He must have paid close attention to this sister of his who he said suffered this same nameless thing I was suffering from.
Because the checklist he just read out was accurate.
However, all my musing seized the moment he took my big toe in his warm wet mouth. His lips clamped it firmly in place and his tongue began to trace every corner of it.
At this point, my body was alive with tingling nerves, and that roar from earlier came right up to my throat. It was unmistakably a roar. Not a growl. Not a howl.
I swallowed it back hurriedly. Playful and teasing as Mordaine could sometimes be, wickedness excited him. If he made a threat, he would only be too happy to see it through.
As I had no desire to be spanked or whipped after all I had already been through today, I moaned through the sensations instead.
“Good girl.” He finally pulled away. From up here, I could smell my desire and arousal. He could too, because I felt him lower his face to my thighs and inhale deeply.
“Please.” My hips were jerked in reflex, seeking his face, seeking pressure, seeking relief. “Please.”
“What are we pleading for, sweet wife?” he spread my thighs further apart, lowering his head deeper to inhale. The feeling of his warm breath was the last shove, and my body stiffened.
“No. Don't you dare.” He grabbed my thighs and squeezed. Real pain shot up my back and the orgasm receded. “Don't be greedy.” he caressed my thighs then, all tenderness.
“And take pity on this old dragon. He cannot keep up with your slutty desire all on his own, especially as your other husband is all the other way in Asia.”
My cheeks burned.
Watching him tease and humiliate Hale and even Finn was amusing. But not so much when I was the sole object of his ridicule. It stung, it stung badly.
Slutty? Maybe I was, begging him to fuck me like I just did. But the cruel man had worked me up to shamelessly begging for his cock.
“You are doing so well.” He switched to praise, in that same tone.
His voice was fading as I heard his footsteps move in the opposite direction of the room.
“And you're quite the fast learner. Just always remember, you have to dominate your body the way I dominate you. You are Rhea’s mistress, not her friend. The next time you start to feel crowded in your own body, switch on your dom.”
“Yes sir.”
He was back now, standing at my foot. All my muscles were taut with thrilling fear. What was he about to do next?
“H-haa,” The sound tore out of me to the feeling of the feather climbing up the sole of my feet.
“Keep your feet together. On the other end of this feather is a whip.”
“Yes sir.”
“There, my pet. Good girl.”
The feather drew patterns that could have been spirals or tree branches, from the base of my ankles all the way up to the top of my toes.
I could feel every touch, every caress, up in my core, and it made my clit pulse with its own heartbeat.
“Look at you taking all this well.”
I was not. I was moaning down the building, trashing like a cat in a bathtub.
“You have managed not to shift and attack me. All the while keeping those claws out for me. Beautiful weapons, by the way.”
My hips began to flex in reflex, jerking into the air in an obscene motion. His chuckle was amused and humiliating.
“Should we hold off with the praise, doll? I am about ready to fuck your feet.”
My mouth opened, but no sounds came out. The thought of it alone…
“Hot right?” His tone was conversational, like he was not literally breaking me apart.
“I thought the same too. After that first morning in the bathroom, I practically fell into a research hole, if you'll believe it. Every time I saw you, I thought of this moment. The moment I got to fulfill our mutual fantasy. I even discovered a neat little trick. Want to see?”