Chapter 187: I Love When You Beg
NATHAN
She was breathing hard, and her hands were gripping the sides of the chair with force. Sometimes she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth tightly, and sometimes she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
Damn. Seeing her like this was getting me aroused, and I wasn't sure if I could keep my cock under control much longer.
Suddenly, she placed her hand on my thigh and leaned slightly over me.
"Please, Nathan," She whispered with a tormented look on her face and my cock pulsed in response.
"I love when you beg. What do you want?" I asked.
"Please, stop."
"That's it, good girl," I whispered, holding her chin and slipping my hand into my pocket to fulfill her request.
Closing her eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you wet?" I asked, imagining how soaked she must be. It was enough to make my mouth water.
She opened her eyes again, giving me an angry look, but didn't say anything. But I knew she was mentally cursing me.
"I want to leave," she said, removing her hand from my thigh and adjusting her posture in the chair.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yes, love," she said, giving me another scathing look and then forcing a smile.
"You're not convincing anyone."
"I need to go to the bathroom."
"You can't take it off."
"What do you want? For me to scream in front of these people? That would make a great headline for that friend of yours, don't you think?"
"You want to know what I want?" I said, leaning toward her. "To gag my beautiful wife and then fuck her until she understands there's only one pussy I desire."
"I know that, and that's exactly why you should've been careful not to lose it."
"You can't escape; you're my wife, and you have duties to fulfill," I teased.
"Excuse me," she said, getting up.
"Don't take too long." I held her hand, stopping her. "The range is high."
She stared at me with an angry look and pulled her arm away, freeing herself from my touch.
"I'll be right back," she said through clenched teeth, making me smile. I couldn't wait to rip that dress off her.
*
KATE
After returning to the table, I tried to control myself from cursing my handsome and cruel husband for the rest of the night. And all he did was keep trying to provoke me.
And when the speeches finally ended, we decided to leave after making a donation. We were heading towards the exit when I spotted the journalist of questionable character.
"Your friend is right there if you want to say hello," I said, teasing him.
"She's not my friend. She's just someone I regret having fucked. Satisfied?"
"Actually, I think I'll extend your punishment for another week."
"It looks like you've forgotten who's in control."
"No..." I stared at him with a pleading look, but it was too late.
The vibrator started pulsing and vibrating inside me, causing me to grip his arm tightly just as we passed the journalist. I forced a smile at her as she saw us.
"Stop this now," I whispered as we reached the exit, feeling each pulse send a shiver down my skin. We still had to pass by the media to get to the car. "Nathan..."
"Breathe," he said and kept walking as if nothing was happening.
I decided to put aside my anger momentarily to focus on trying to keep control of my legs. Small spasms spread through the inside of my thighs.
When we finally reached the car, I didn't wait for Nathan to open the door for me. I got in, leaving him behind.
As he circled to get in, I considered the idea of taking off my panties and just removing the damn vibrator, but he got in before I could do it.
"Turn this off," I said through gritted teeth, fastening my seatbelt.
"From what you just did, it seems like you haven't learned your lesson yet. So, enjoy it," he said, slipping his hand into his pocket.
The tip of the vibrator that was on my clit started vibrating, sending waves of pleasure through my body. And another tip that was inside me continued hitting the same spot. I pressed my thighs together, trying to control my breathing.
"Haven't you had enough fun?" I asked, looking at his profile and pressing my back against the seat.
In silence, he fastened his seatbelt and set the car in motion down the street.
"You're driving me crazy," I said, panting and feeling the spasms intensify.
"Show me how much," he ordered in a husky, deep tone, sending a shiver through my body.
My inside and my clitoris were already pulsating, and my body was being dominated by waves of heat and pleasure that reached all the way down to my toes, making me curl them. My nipples were so sensitive that they hurt.
*Yes, I'll show you, Mr. Ryan.*
"Stop the car," I begged, arching my back against the seat.
"We'll be there soon."
"Just stop the fucking car," I growled, freeing myself from the seatbelt.
Getting on all fours, I leaned over him.
"Wait... I don't want you to get hurt," he said, placing a hand on my back.
Ignoring him, I found the zipper on his pants and opened it quickly. Pulling the fabric down, I freed his cock, which was already hard.
"Did torturing me get you like this? You're one damn perverted bastard," I whispered.
The damn vibrator had already taken away my reason, teasing me but not enough to make me come. I intended to make Nathan feel the same way.
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