[Music: Taste By Ari Abdul]

I stood there speechless... like I had committed a heinous crime of the century.

I mean, what are the chances he finds them? None. But this was Zade fucking Salvero for crying outloud. A walking hazard you could never predict.

Somehow, he found them, and I’m stuck in this mess.

"So?" I found my voice, thankful it wasn’t shaken. "Either way, they are what they are... toys."

He licked his lips and took his hands off the counter.

"And their purpose remains the same."

Slowly, he tilted his head in a way that got me mulling my choice of words, but I stood my ground nonetheless, determined to rattle him in some way.

"Got a problem with that, husband?" I didn’t hide the malice in my tone when I uttered that ridiculous name.

"Mm... I’m beginning to feel personally replaced."

I tilted my chin. "At least they can give a better orgasm than you could ever."

He chuckled, deeply amused as he rounded the table, coming toward me in slow steps, and the closer he got, the faster my heart raced.

He halted right in front of me. "Funny... given that you had them, yet I hadn’t heard you screaming down these walls."

"Because those sessions are private, and trust me, that dildo works like a—"

He snatched my neck at speed, and I was forced to my tiptoes, hanging between his hand and whatever gravity was left.

I glared hard at him, my nostrils flaring as I sank my nails into his flesh, but this snake doesn’t even flinch.

He leaned down to my ear. "You’re gonna regret saying that, kitten."

"What’s the matter, Don? Scared, I’m gonna replace you."

"You never learn."

My back met the wall, and the air was knocked out of me. His hands wrapped around my throat, didn’t let up, even for a moment, as if he would actually crush my windpipe.

I heard a flick, and the lights came off, darkness swallowing us whole.

The sound of my raspy breath as well as my hammering heartbeat sealed the space, but then I discerned it, his cold, icy breath so damn close to my face I thought he was gonna consume me.

I stiffened when I felt his lips directly on mine, touching, but not in a kiss.

Feeling the texture against mine somehow compelled me to push my lips further, as if starving for his. I’m horrified by the idea, but somehow the dark made it easier to commit a forbidden sin because I couldn’t see myself submitting to the last thing on earth.

Damn him. Fucking damn him.

I swallowed a desperate groan when his grip tightened around my neck.

"Z-Zade!"

Is he gonna strangle me to death?

My body locked tightly when I felt his knee pushing into me until I basically sat on his thigh, suspended against it in a very non-innocent way that got me questioning my sanity.

My already drenched panties were sticking to my pussy like a second skin. I was wearing satin shorts, so the barrier between his knee and my core was equivalent to none.

"You wanna cum so badly, little kitten... hm?"

Somehow his voice had gotten deeper, words in a murmur that traced my spine with shivers.

"Then do it. Take what those toys couldn’t give you. They sat there untouched for days because deep down... You already knew there was only one thing you truly wanted."

His words were like daggers to my mind, and no matter how much I fortified it... I couldn’t. It pierced through my skull, and suddenly I began to doubt my own self-control.

"Take it..." he coaxed, lips brushing mine in an impossible, slow pace that made the restraint snap.

I grind against him.

A jolt of shiver shot through me like lightning... His thighs were so hard that they stimulated me quicker than my fingers ever did.

"Can you feel it?"

"Mmh..."

"My trousers are already soaked with your juices. Absolutely ruined."

I felt his lips stretch in a smile, and I knew I was done for, because I didn’t wanna stop.

"F-F-Fuck y-you—Nngh!" I clawed his hands.

He let out a deep, sexy chuckle, the vibrations eliciting more than I could ever imagine.

"You already are. Grinding my thigh like your toy."

"Mmhm...!" I ground my hips more, every move turning to desperation, aided by his venomous remarks.

"Does it feel good? Does your pussy squeak in joy right now? I bet it does. Hear that sound?"

Squelch!

"It’s fucking delighted."

I whimpered, a needy groan followed, slipping from my lips before I could stop it. It rose, echoing in the dark... raw need dripped from my voice, and I could barely recognize it.

I jerked against him as I found another friction that made it impossible to stop.

I grind harder. My hips rolling back and forth in a rhythm that got me so close to shattering. Yet it didn’t come as quickly as I expected; I was stuck in a state of euphoria.

"Mm. There’s my good girl. Just like that, kitten." He snatched my waist in a bruising hold and aided my grinds.

Oh god, oh god!

"Oh my god! Zade, I’m gonna... I’m gonna—"

"Yesss.. kitten." He licked my neck upward to my chin. "Give in for me."

And I did.

My mouth opened wide, devoid of any sound. Tears stung my eyes, and the back of my head hit the wall. The fresh scent of blood knocked me over, too, as my nails sank deeper into his flesh.

And then... like the splash of heavy euphoria numbing all my senses, I came down from the high, the lingering effects beyond anything I could ever imagine.

But before I had more time to process, I was let down from his thigh, my legs barely able to keep balance.

A surprise gasp fled me when Zade spun me, balancing me against the wall with my ass shooting out, and he ripped off my satin shorts.

"Time for your punishment, little kitten."

My panties pooled at my feet, and next came the harsh smack of his hand against my ass.

"Aah—!"

The bastard didn’t take off his fucking rings!