For Better, For Worse: The Serpent's Contract Wife

Chapter 116: Poisonous Desire

[Music: My Dirty Secret By Nikki Idol]

Amused, I walked closer.

"You always think something like this can affect me," I said behind her, angling my neck so that I could glimpse her expression.

She was smiling.

"Doesn’t it?" she countered.

"You never learn, do you?"

She twirled to me. "Maybe I never will."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No, it’s a fact." She walked, but she could only take one step before I pulled her back to me.

"I think you’re forgetting something, kitten."

"W-What?"

I smirked before calling for the attendant. "Excuse me..."

"Yes, sir."

"I want your newest collection, separate from the ones you packed. My wife would love to try them on."

Anastasia shot me with a look.

"Of course, sir. Right this way."

I pinned my hand on her waist and basically had to force her along, discreetly.

"I don’t wanna try them!" she hissed.

"How would I know which is to my liking? You do know this requires my input, don’t you?"

She halted with a daring look in her eyes and gritted out. "No, it does not—"

I snatched her neck and smashed my lips against hers. She gasped, and I seized that opportunity to invade, shoving my tongue into her mouth before brutally locking our lips.

Anastasia doesn’t fight me; she melted exquisitely in my arms, and I take the initiative to hasten my advances, making sure I taste every inch of her mouth within that second before I pull away.

From the corner of my eye, I caught the attendants blushing and murmuring amongst themselves.

"Shall we, darling?" I said to Anastasia, who was still caught in a daze.

I’d have to kiss her each time she wanna test me, at least in public. I much preferred bending her over my knee.

We were led to the private suite.

"Champagne?"

"No," I replied to the attendant. "We have had enough for the evening."

She nodded, giving way for the garment rack that was wheeled in.

"The collections as well as our newest."

They left, closing the door behind them, and I helped myself to the rack.

There were so many options, and I could already picture my kitten in every single one of them.

"This brings out your eyes." I picked one up.

She snatched the lingerie from my hand, and I chuckled.

"Go change, kitten. I’ll wait."

"I don’t have to—"

I pressed a finger on my lips, a dark warning in my eyes. "Change."

Her nostril flared as she twirled with attitude, but I grabbed her waist to keep her still, undoing the knot of her dress.

"Off you go." I smacked her ass, and she gasped, throwing a look over her shoulder.

One said she wanted to gut me while the other said the same thing, but I think for an entirely different meaning.

Scoffing, she disappeared behind the dressing screen.

I walked to the sofa as I unbuckled my belt and took it off. I sat down, getting comfortable, and waiting.

Two minutes or more passed, and I caught Anastasia peeking at me instead of coming out.

Amused, I tilted my head. "What’s wrong, kitten? Need some help?"

"No."

"Then come out lemme see you."

I heard her sharp intake of breath before she stepped out completely, and the air got stolen from my lungs. The picture I conjured in my head didn’t do any justice.

The burgundy babydoll lingerie on her delicate frame was... breathtaking. If only that word could describe it, because none could ever measure up to this sight.

It burned at the back of my head, and it was never leaving, not in the long run.

"Do I look funny?"

The audacity of her to ask me that question. The floral lace with a sweetheart neckline, adjustable straps, a flared mini skirt, and matching thigh garter bands was suddenly my newest obsession.

From the mirror behind, I glimpsed the open-back cutout. Add that up with her heels... it was the combination of a fucking death sentence. I almost came in my fucking pants, and I don’t know how long I could hold out.

"Zade?" She took a step closer, but froze when she saw my belt beside me.

"Come here."

She drew backwards. "T-There’s more to try on and I—"

"Come. Here," I said again, this time more commanding. "I’ll only make it worse if you defy me."

Fear flickered in her eyes, but I’ll be damned if that was the only thing I saw.

She swallowed thickly, hands rooted to her sides as she slowly came toward me. When she was within arm’s reach, I didn’t touch her just yet. I was more willing to see just how strong her self-control was.

I could see the cracks, but I wanted them in pieces so that she would know, too, just how much I have ruined her.

"Sit," I nudged my head to my side, and her eyes followed.

I could discern how much she wanted to tell me off, but also that irresistible urge to listen.

She did. Pressing her ass next to me and keeping still like we were two teenagers about to do something unholy. I chuckled at that thought, and she squinted her eyes at me.

So cute.

I ran my tongue over my lips. "Bend over."

Shock fueled her eyes, but it was getting harder to hide that lust that colored those orbs stunningly.

Go on, defy me. I really wanna make it worse. Please baby.

Her mouth parted, then pressed into a tight line. With a heavy rise and fall of her chest, she set her hands on the sofa, her weight pushing against my thighs.

Fuckkk!

"I wish you hadn’t," I muttered, eyeing her ass like it was a weapon sent to destroy me.

"A-Are you gonna punish me now?" she asked in a faint whisper.

"Yes, kitten." I gently pushed her hair to the side so that I could view her back. "Can you take it?"

"..."

"Words."

"Yes."

I could barely hear her; she practically said it more to herself. She was still fighting her desire for me, but it was more than okay; she won’t be for long.

"Here’s what’s gonna happen..." I took the belt in my other hand and folded it in place. "You’re gonna count. Miss a number, then I’ll start all over again."

She trembled against me, and I haven’t even started yet.

"One more thing, kitten. Don’t make a sound."

Smack!

"Ngh!"

She nearly jumped off me.

"Don’t. Move."

She froze in place,

"What did I say?"

"That was—"

Smack!

She grunted, wriggling too much, putting my already tragic cock in a more pitiful situation.

"The louder you get, the harder it will be."

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

"Good girl," I praised, even though she was doing a poor job. "You can take more."

Smack!

Smack!

"If you want me to stop, you know what to do."

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

"Mmm...!" She shook against me and buried her face into the sofa, hoisting her ass more.

Fuck. Her ass is red already, and when I pressed my palm against the skin, it was hot.

"Oh, kitten, your ass looks beautiful."

I heard a sniffle.

"Crying?" I teased. "Don’t worry, I’m almost done. You’d better get the numbers right or else..."

The sharp crack of leather split the silence. I may have gone too far because I was taking out my sexual frustration on her.

Not once did Anastasia use her safe word; she took everything, even when her sobs drowned the air.

I released a slow breath, tossing the belt beside me, eyeing the red marks marring her ass. Nothing a good massage and ointment wouldn’t take care of.

"How many?" I asked, tracing every mark.

Such a masterpiece, it made me wonder what kind of art I would get after I’m done with her pussy.

"T-T-Twenty."

"Good girl." I kissed her ass. That was when my phone rang.

I took it out already knowing who. I answered, pressing the phone to my ear as I drew circles on the red skin.

"Something tells me you’re not gonna stop calling until I answer..." I said.

"Good thing you picked or I would have," Elliot replied.

"Is that a threat?"

Anastasia tried to move, but I brought my hand down on her ass. A yelp escaped her, and she instantly went still, slumping back against my thighs.

"I wouldn’t dream of it. Where are you?"

My lips curved. "On a date with my wife."

There was a pause on the line before he replied. "I see... I trust that’s going well."

"Very. For the record, I’m too uncharitable to share details."

"And I don’t want details."

"Something we both agreed on. Now tell me why you called. I’m in the middle of something I’d want to go back to." I traced my hand on the thong, pushing it aside.

"This is important."

I slid a finger into her drenched pussy, and she squirmed against me. The scent of her arousal was driving me crazy.

"It better be..." I said with a tightened jaw.

"You told me to dig into it, and I did. You were right, Gabriel wouldn’t have had the balls to go through with the staged bear attack. Someone was helping him."

A successful date and good news. This must be my lucky day.

I began finger fucking her pussy. "Go on, then. Tell me who the bastard is."