Samantha froze.
"You want me to hurt you?"
"Punish me," Dave corrected gently. "It's a pleasure... if you know how to give it?"
She studied him, biting her lip.
"What if I hurt you?"
He chuckled. "You can't."
He dropped the belt to the floor.
"Maybe that is too much for now," his eyes glinted. "What if I let you control me?"
"Me?" she pointed at herself.
He nodded.
"Anything I want?" she eyed him.
"I am all yours."
She licked her lips slowly. "Do you think I would run? I won't run."
"I am counting on it, Mia."
She stepped forward, picked up the belt, and held it up. His eyes lit up as his body shook with anticipation. She moved behind him and wrapped the belt around his wrists. Locked it with the buckle.
He stilled. She smiled wickedly.
"You are supposed to use it on me," he said.
"No." Her voice sharpened. "You said I could control you."
His breath hitched. A slow grin spread across his face.
"Mischievous," he murmured. "I like it."
"Good."
She walked away from him. Slowly. Deliberately. Moving her hips seductively with each step, letting each piece of clothing fall, one at a time.
His gaze followed her. Hungry. Famished. unblinking. She climbed onto the shelf and sat, completely naked.
Then, she opened her legs wide. His mouth parted. Salivating. She was dripping wet.
"I want to fuck you all over this hotel room," he said, voice rough.
"Kneel."
He dropped instantly. No hesitation. Like he had no control over his own body.
His eyes locked on her wetness dripping right in front of him. He swallowed hard, looking crazy with intoxicated energy.
His whole body shook with excitement.
"I am going to tear your pussy up!" he said, his voice shaking.
"No."
He blinked. "What?"
"You don't get to touch me yet." Her voice softened. "I want you to… start here."
He cuts in, understanding hits him. "You want me to kiss you there?"
She nodded shyly. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.
"I can do that," he licked his lips.
Dave brought his tied hands to his lips, trying to undo the belt with his teeth — She yanked it.
"Crawl."
His eyes darkened, smiling with crazed excitement. She tugged at the belt again. He obeyed and moved one step. She pulled again. He moved another step.
"Stay."
He froze. Every muscle in his muscle taunt with waiting. She lifted her foot. Pressed her toes to his lips.
"Suck."
He stared at her without moving.
Shit! She overdid it. Samantha thought awkwardly.
Then-- he obeyed. The moment his lips touched her skin, she felt it. That spark. That shift. Her mouth went dry as she yearned.
He was sucking on her big toe with the experience of a man skilled with his tongue. She dragged her foot slowly down his chest. Trailing down to his abdomen. His control cracked.
He moaned heavily.
"Careful," he muttered. "You are playing with fire."
She didn't stop. She opened her legs wider and stuck a finger inside her cunt. He licked his lips hungrily.
She dipped her fingers deeper, moaning with pleasure. Slowly teasing. With his hands tied, he touched his cock while watching her touch herself.
She pulled out her finger and licked it.
"Your turn," she whispered.
He didn't need any other invitation. He moved in and brought his mouth to her cunt. He kissed the outside of her vulva. She arched her back and threw back her head.
His tongue parted her cunt open. His tongue folded and stuck inside her. She yelped at the shock of pleasure that fried her brain.
She grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. Held him there.
He kissed and sucked her. With every stroke of his mouth, she melted into him. She was filled with emotions, and no part of her brain was working.
Dave took his time eating her out. She was shaking, but he didn't stop. Not that he ever wanted him to stop, but she wanted more.
"Dave," her voice trembled. "I want you."
He ignored her and continued licking, teasing her sensitive flesh with his mouth. He didn't listen. Her body tightened. She yanked the belt.
"I order you!" Her eyes flashed hot. Then dropped slightly. "You... said I could order you."
"Yes, Mia," his voice dropped. Obedient.
His eyes lowered, and he raised his hands.
"You'll have to untie me."
Samantha hesitated. She liked how she was controlling him. She felt powerful. She shook her head.
"No," she said. "Lie down. I will sit on you. I have never done it before, but you can guide me."
His eyes lit again.
Dave hooked his tied hands around her. She yelped. He pulled her against her.
"Wrap your legs around me. So, you won't fall," he murmured.
She put her legs around his waist and climbed onto him.
He walked to the bedroom and laid on the bed with her on top of him.
"I can't do anything if you don't let me untie my hands."
"That is not true," she said, as she took his penis in her hand and slid it inside her cunt.
He gasped. His body buckled under her.
"You are shaking," she said. "You like it. When I move like this."
She started rocking him.
"Fuck!" he broke and bit his lip, and within seconds, he lost all his restraint.
With a smooth motion, he turned her with his legs, expertly laying her beneath him.
"Hey!" she protested. "You are not supposed to use your hand."
He raised his hands. She realized it was still tied.
Within seconds, Dave had torn off the belt from his hands with his teeth, turned her back against his hard body, and slid into her wetness.
Samantha's head was swirling. Her breath shattered. This was crazy. No matter how she had fantasized about sex, she had never thought it could be this sizzling hot.
One hand wrapped around her neck and another around her waist guiding each fast thrust. Each thrust was hungry.
She grabbed the bed frame for support. He was ramming her into her.
They dripped with sweat and white cum pouring with every push into her. Her body arched.
The speed. The pressure. His heat.
"Dave!"
She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, only feel him. Their intensity built. Fast. Too fast.
"I can't-"
"You can." His voice was rough. Certain.
And then, he turned her over again expertly with his legs, so they were lying face to face. He slipped out of her, and he took her hand and used it to put his cork back inside her.
Then he didn't move for a second. When he saw her, his eyes widened with a question. He started turning inside her like a rolling pin.
She was full of ecstasy.
Up, down, left, and right.
He turned his plunged shaft inside her as if he were looking for treasure.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. He thrust in faster. Her breath hitched.
"I don't think I can take anymore," she whimpered, almost screaming with ecstasy.
"I am coming!" he growled.
Samantha felt the build up. She could see his eyes. He was also reaching at the same exact moment.
Both of them collapsed into each other at the same time. Spent. Shaking. Still tangled together.
For a second, they just lay there. Breathing heavily.
"I just realized…" he muttered after a moment, "we didn't use a condom."
Samantha laughed weakly.
"I can't get pregnant twice," she murmured. "I am already pregnant."
He went still, then pulled her closer. His hand was resting gently on her stomach.
"Did I hurt you?"
Samantha heard the nervous hesitation in his voice. She loved how his voice filled with care. He didn't want to hurt her one tiny bit.
She snuggled deeper into him.
"I am perfect," she whispered.
She could sense the vibration on the bed and wanted to scream. She didn't want to move.
The vibration continued. She grumbled and reached for the drawer and picked up the phone. She was going to turn it off. She only wanted to stay there in her husband's arms.
The call was from Nat.
"Ignore." Dave protested, pulling her under a soft choker.
"It's Nat," she said. "If I don't answer, she'll call security."
She pulled the answer button to the left.
"Nat?"
"Sammy? You are trending. Have you seen the posts?" Nat's troubled voice asked quickly.
"Dave already fixed that."
"No. There is another one and this one is worse."
"How can that be?"
"Sammy…" Nat's voice dropped. "They're saying you're pregnant with Ian's child."
"What?!"
A cold chill shook her core.
Sammy... It's bad. Really bad. They are saying you are passing the pregnancy like Dave's because he is richer!