Page 84 of These Family Ties
Wrapping a delicate hand around my shaft, I love the way her pale skin looks on mine. We were two sides of the same coin, bound in sin.
She jerks me a few times, blue eyes locked with mine as she teases precum out of my slit like we have all the time in the world. The pearly liquid forms on my flushed head before rolling down onto her fingers, and I’m hit with a vision of how hot she’d look wearing my cum.
With a quiet groan, she rubs her lips over my throbbing dick, offering me the barest hint of friction as my balls tighten.
I reach for her hair, but she slaps me away.
“Didn’t you learn your lesson last time?” We both glance down at the stitches in my thigh.
Even on her knees for me, she still needs to feel in control.
“Do you want to hurt me, baby?” I hum as I swipe my thumb across her cheek. Taunting her. “Because I’d let you. I’m only too happy to bleed for you.”
I chuckle at the adorable way she glares at me before wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock and suckling. Hard.
“Fuck,” I grunt, grabbing hold of the arms of the chair. “You’re a cruel bitch, Delphine.”
The words mean nothing because I love this twisted side of her. But it seems to spur her on, and she sucks again before pulling off and spitting on my dick. As saliva drips down my shaft, she pumps me hard, grip almost impossibly tight. Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of me.
Taking my cock back into her mouth, she pushes down, swallowing me as far down as she can before she gags. Her cheeks are flushed, the pink blossom spreading down her neck and across her chest and she works me over, bobbing up and down on my cock like she has all the time in the world and I’m not seconds away from butting a nut.
She cups my balls, fondling them as she squeezes gently. My thighs begin to tense, and I feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine. Just as it feels like I’m on the edge of coming, she yanks on them hard, cutting off the building pleasure with pain, pulling off my cock with a soft ‘pop’.
“Christ,” I hissed through gritted teeth as she leaned back on her heels a little, offering me gentle little kitten licks around the base of my shaft and down along the seam of my balls. “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”
She grins in reply before sucking one of my balls into her mouth. One hand shuttles slowly up and down on my cock again, while the other moves behind my balls so that she can press her thumb against my taint as she massages it lightly. My orgasm is quicker to build this time, my body ready for release as I fuck up into her fist. She covers my sack with spit, laving her tongue around the sensitive skin before taking me back into her mouth. Closing my eyes, and throwing my head back, I’m just about to come when she abruptly lets go. Her mouth and hands are no longer on my body as she blinks coyly up at me from between my legs. She uses this little tactic twice more until I'm sweating and my whole body is trembling with pent up frustration and desire. This woman was the devil, sent to torment me and edge me until I lost my damn mind.
As her finger breaches my asshole, I decide that if she doesn’t let me come this time, I’m going to grab hold of her and face fuck her until she’s dribbling my cum. I can’t go through another start-stop, not when my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
Thankfully, she seems to understand this as she swallows me down, burying her nose in my pubes while working a second finger inside my ass with nothing more than spit as lube. The painful burning stretch adds to the torturous pleasure wreaking havoc on my body.
This time, when my orgasm builds, I dig my fingers into the chair and stare down at my aunt, refusing to look away, even for a second.
It’s like there’s a whirlpool in her eyes, shades of blue and gray swirling together to drown me as she holds me in her throat and swallows. Her fingers press against my prostate at the same time, and the tightening around my super-sensitive cock is like a bolt of electricity through my body. There’s no warning as I flood her mouth with a shout, my body shaking and convulsing like I’ve been hit by lightning.
“Fuck!” I pull out of her mouth, refusing to miss out on seeing my cum paint her face as I tease out the last ropes of cum from my red, swollen cock. She barely blinks as my spunk lands on her cheek and lips, her spit slicked lips part as she pants, transfixed on my cock like she’s hungry for more. “How are you so fucking perfect?”
Chapter Nine
Delphine
West had been true to his word and signed an agreement the next morning that stated he’d willingly signed over 7% of his shares, and had no interest in Nexus besides in his capacity as a shareholder. Our lawyers witnessed the whole thing with a very bewildered Charlie, who was too afraid to say anything about Club Toska or ask how I’d even convinced West to give me some of his shares.
We hadn’t had sex or met since the paperwork had been completed and while I would exactly say I was missing him…I was curious. What was he doing? Who was he with? Was he thinking about me or plotting some other way to bring me down?
The problem, besides the obvious blood related issue, was that it would be so easy to imagine wanting more than just sex with him. He was smart, ballsy, handsome and, for some reason, appeared to be obsessed with me. And not just because I was the CEO of Nexus. But me, as Delphine, with all my control issues and my need for pain with my pleasure.
That kind of want was dangerous because it made me think about things I couldn’t have. Like someone who saw me for more than just my name. There was a reason I was alone at my age, and it was because the Harrington reputation and legacy came first. Nexus came first. A husband and children never even made it onto the list of priorities. I couldn’t be seen as a weak woman. I couldn't divide my time and still hold my own in this industry. That’s what my father had drilled into me ever since Leon left. The Harrington reputation. Nexus. Delphine. That was the order of things. It would never change, and that’s why I tried not to want Weston. He was a risk to all three.
I’m in the middle of a meeting with the marketing team for our new product when the devil himself strides into the room. He’s wearing yet another tailored suit, this one navy with a white shirt. He’s left several buttons undone, and as he falls into the seat beside me and leans in, I catch a glimpse of my initials carved into his skin. It’s healing neatly, and likely won’t leave a scar. For a moment, I wonder if he’d let me mark him again, deeper this time.
Waving at the team lead, I motioned for them to continue their presentation on how we were exploring more sustainable packaging.
His voice is low and raspy as my team discusses ethical benefits. “Tut, tut, tut. The ink is barely dry on the paper and you’re neglecting me already.”
Frowning, I watch him out of the corner of my eye. “And how am I neglecting you? Did you expect invites to all my meetings, West? That wasn’t what we agreed on.”
Making a small humming noise, he nods. “We agreed you were mine for thirty days.”