Cristiano

It took a great deal of effort to keep from choosing an outfit for Maeve tonight. She’s always been interested in fashion, so above all, I want her to look good when she presents herself as my fiancée. I want the real her to be seen by all, on my arm. I don’t think I had realized how thrilled I would be about the engagement party.

For myself, I chose typical black. Three-piece suit and gold accessories. It’s classic and guaranteed to match anything that she chooses to wear for the evening. If this deal that we’ve made is the closest I’m ever going to get to properly being with her, I’m going to capitalize on each and every moment of it. Tonight, I might just let myself pretend that it is all real.

I head into the ensuite bathroom where she’s getting ready and stop dead in my tracks at the sight of her reflection in the mirror. She’s just putting on the final touches to her makeup but that dress is positively sinful. If tonight wasn’t so important for our image, I would just bend her right over that vanity table until she could no longer stand.

Well, I suppose that there’s no harm in showing up fashionably late to our own event. We can do whatever we want… I just need a taste. Just a little one.

I cross the bathroom to where she’s watching me like a hawk, my knuckles running down the impossibly soft bare skin of her back. I had suggested black for the evening only because I wanted to present a unified front, and she listened. I hadn’t thought that she would give in to my request. It pleases me more than I can verbally express. Even the gold pin pinning her hair back matches. We look like a proper couple and a damned attractive one at that.

My knuckles trace down the curve of her exposed spine, stopping only when they brush over the hem of the skirt just below the curve of her back. The front isn’t nearly as daring, but the thin straps are tied behind her neck, exposing a modest amount of cleavage. Very tempting to undo the strings and bare her for me.

“I like this,” I compliment as my hand flattens and turns over the exposed skin, and then back up until I can cup the front of her neck possessively. The words feel so much smaller than the way I’m feeling. Hard as a diamond inside my slacks. It’s nearly painful. My thumb brushes over the nipple, the skin tightening under my touch.

“Thank you,” she answers easily. Her shoulders roll back and she sags into my touch. She watches my expression in the mirror as she presses against the hard length. It shouldn’t be that easy for her. Nobody has ever affected me the way that she does. The grip I have on her shifts to her neck, holding her softly in place.

“Careful,” I warn.

Her answering smile is devilish. “Or what?”

Oh, is that how she wants to play? Two can play that game. I think she’s vastly underestimated just how much I love teasing her. I shift and spin her to face me. I step between her legs, the slit in that delicious dress parting further. “You know, I think you’re starting to like the struggle simply for the struggle’s sake.”

She smirks up at me. “And what if I am?”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to simply ask for what you want?” I think that the day she starts to verbalize what she wants is going to be the day I lose all control over myself.

I bend at the waist with a knowing smirk. “Or would you rather I simply started taking what I want from you?”

My fingers move, gripping her jaw firmly but not so tightly that it hurts. Every time she realizes that I have the ability to be much more aggressive with her but choose not to, she seems to get a thrill. I bring my lips down to hers and give her a gentle kiss that contrasts sharply with the possessive way I hold her. Just a taste. A gentle kiss that I nearly deepen because she is my favorite flavor.

Her lips chase after mine, and I chuckle darkly before stepping away from her. “Tsk tsk. I wouldn’t want to smudge your lipstick.”

She bites her bottom lip. I can see the gears in her mind turning. She knows that if she wants more, she’s going to have to ask for it.

“Please,” she mutters, the sound barely a whisper.

My brows raise. Surprised for only half a second before I hold a hand out to help her to my feet. A gesture she happily accepts. I pull her swiftly so that her body collides with mine, her breasts flattening against my chest as my hands find both her ass and the back of her neck at the same moment. She pulls me closer, a needy moan of hunger leaving her lips as she opens for me. Oh how sweet she is. I could get very easily carried away. I’ve always been raised to have total and complete control over whatever room I walk into, but she’s always been my weakness.

She breaks the kiss to place another just above the collar of my shirt. I can see the imprint of her red lipstick staining my skin and it doesn’t occur to me for a single second that I should be bothered by it. I’m hers to claim. I always have been. Her gaze is heavy and lidded as she looks up at me. Something softens in my chest as my thumb runs over her bottom lip. Something between us is shifting.

“Fuck… I didn’t…” She starts.

I shake my head. I think she’s misunderstood my brief hesitation. “Shut up,” I whisper and kiss her again. I walk us back toward the vanity and spin her around fast enough that she slaps her hands down on it to keep from bowing forward. I quickly band an arm around her to keep me upright so that her back is pressed against my chest. I cup her jaw again with the other hand and force her to look at our reflection in the mirror.

“Look at us, Maeve,” I command. The rush of power is intoxicating. Her surrender is so stunning, and she doesn’t even know it. “Do you see a couple who needs to apologize for anything? Because what I see is a woman who wanted something and took it.”

Her gaze drifts to my neck. I nod in confirmation.

“I do not see a woman who doubts herself. Certainly not tonight when everybody is here for her and her alone. Do you understand me?” I kiss her cheek softly, and then her jaw. Does she know I could spend days worshiping her perfect body? “And if this woman doesn’t want to be in control? That’s okay, too. You can let me have control, baby,” I assure her. I relish each and every shudder that ripples through her. Every soft gasp of unexpected sensation. “I will always take good care of what’s mine.”

I mean it.

Tonight, she’s mine.

I want her to feel it. I want to make sure that she knows that nobody else in her life is ever going to make her feel this way. My hand drops from her waist, working up the soft skirt of her dress higher and higher. Slow enough to be tortuous but fast enough that her mind doesn’t bother suggesting that she should protest or that there’s somewhere else that we’re supposed to be. The rest of the world can go to hell for all I care right now.

My fingers brush against her sex, finding it bare from the lack of panties. Dirty minx. I love it. I groan in pleasure against her skin as I cup her. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you, Maeve? How did you know just what to do to please me?”

“The… panty lines… obvious…” She stammers.

I hum my approval of her responsiveness as I add another finger. Her breathing grows labored. Her eyes start to drift shut to relish in the sensation but the moment that they close, the grip on her jaw tightens and I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “None of that now. Good girls watch like they are supposed to. That way, they can get their rewards,” I mutter into her ear.

My thumb finds her clit and she cries out in pleasure. I have to tighten my hold around her to keep her properly upright as her knees buckle for a moment. Fuck, I want to have her. I want every sound from her lips. I can’t take my eyes from her any more than I want her to look away from the beautiful show that she’s putting on just for me. She’s gripping the counter so firmly that if she were strong enough, I’m sure that the marble would fracture in her hands. She’s close. I can feel it from the way she’s clenching around my fingers.

“Will you be a good girl and cum for me?” I challenge.

It seems to be the permission that she needs before her orgasm rushes through her. My fingers slip from her as she sags forward, gasping as the aftershocks of her climax shudder through her. I can’t help but taste her. If I have her here the way that I want her, then she won’t ever leave. I bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her on my tongue and savoring the sweetness of it.

If I don’t move away from her right this instant, I’m going to lose the precarious hold that I have on my patience. I’m going to claim her. I will have her screaming my name, our party long forgotten. But it’s essential for us to attend.

It’s a damn shame.

“Finish your makeup, baby,” I nod toward the products that are now knocked over and scattered around the vanity. “Don’t worry, I’ll wait right here.”

She grabs a few tissues from the vanity and starts to clean herself up before I protest loudly. Certainly don’t need any of that right now. “No. You will wear your pleasure just like I will.” I take the tissue out of her hands and use it to wipe the lipstick from my face where she kissed me but leave the one on my neck.

Hell, maybe when this is all said and done, I’ll get those perfect lips tattooed right there.

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