Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover

[Warning: This chapter contains smut/snu snu. Read at your own risk.]

She narrowed her eyes at him, silently asking what he was up to.

"Don't make me say it twice. Turn around." She was surprised by the firmness of his voice and even he was a little surprised. But she did as she was told and she turned around in excitement with no clue about his plans.

"Now spread your legs," he said sternly.

She pulled her leg apart and gave him a flirtatious look from over her shoulder.

"Look at your front," he ground out. He waited there for a long time, before walking over to her and peppering her back with kisses, pressing warmly against the spot between her shoulder blades that made her shudder with need. He inhaled her scent as he touched her, drifting his hands down her sides, the fingertips grazing the sides of her breast and the curve of her waist and thighs, before cupping her butt.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and twisted his head to the side so that he could kiss and suckle at her earlobe.

"Beautiful," he whispered, the reverberations making her moan. She tried to turn around, but he stopped her, growling at her ear. "I didn't say you could turn around."

Her eyes widened. Suddenly, he pulled away, making her think that she had done something wrong.

"Baby, please touch me," she whimpered, still not looking back to see where he was, following his command.

"You're begging already?" he chuckled. He was back on her, rubbing wide circles on her globes, going from the top of her ass to her thighs, his warm palm ghosting over her panties, driving her mad. She tipped her head to a side, stifling a moan.

Without warning, his hand made contact with the bare backside. It was not a light tap, but nothing that could hurt her. It stung a little and she jumped in her place more in surprise than anything.

He hushed her as he spanked her again with the same intensity as before.

The new panties he had brought for her were soaked and he was not in the least bothered that they would have to be thrown out later in the night. He kissed the side of her neck, making her turn to look yet again.

He spanked her in warning. "You don't have permission to do that. I'll add five to your tab," he said threateningly. She realized that he meant it and went stiff in her position.

'Do you like this game, love?' he thought, but he said something else.

"What do you want tonight? Rough or sweet? Hard or soft?"

"Rough and hard," she breathed in relief, knowing that she always got what she wanted.

"Sweet and slow it is, then." He chuckled. She quivered in shock.

'But I chose hard and rough!' she wanted to protest but didn't think she would be spared any spanks if she spoke against him. So much for wanting to be sweet to her, he was still spanking her, wasn't he?

He leaned in to put his mouth on hers, slamming her body against the counter as he cradled her face in his hand and kissed her. Adrenaline rushed through his body as he moaned into her mouth. He reached down to cup her breasts, massaging them over the bra. His tongue dominated hers and set an intense pace that was unlike their usual hard lovemaking

He ground his hips against her, making her eyes widen as she looked at him breathlessly. He pulled away slowly, making sure to peck her lips a couple more times before he left her to gasp for air.

"I'm going to take you slow and all night, baby," he said, his palm flat on the counter, his face inches away from hers. She looked down with a coy smile that made him chuckle. "Shy after you told me you wanted me to take you hard?" She looked up to lock his gaze with hers.

"I want you," she said unabashedly.

"My gorgeous little girl," he said, looking over the lingerie.

"Can I touch myself now?" she said in a needy voice. A primal look lit up in his eyes as he leaned in to kiss her hard yet again before moving his whole body on top of her.

"No. You are not allowed," he looked her straight in the eye.

Clearly, he was intent on torturing her.

"You don't want to watch?" Usually, Cage would love to watch, but that day, he needed to make her come with his own body and nothing else.

"I will get you off," he assured her with a smile.

"But—" she began to whine, but he stopped her.

"I will be the one to make you cum. Do you understand?" she nods helplessly.

"You look so delicious that I don't know where to start!" He smirked. "What should I eat first?" Wicked. He was definitely the devil incarnate. "This?" he said putting his palm on her breast, "or this?" he cupped her sex. She jolted and thrust her hips into his hand, looking for friction.

"Be patient, love," he said as he unclasped the bra and flung it to the other side of the room.

His mouth glided over her right breast, taking her hardened nipple between his teeth and playfully nipping at it. She arched her back, taking in the pain-filled pleasure that flushed through her nerves. His hands romanced down to her thigh and opened her leg a little further as his lips drew circles on her nipple to soothe the sting from his bite.

She gasped at the warm sensation of his tongue lapping at her. He was there for a long time, teasing and tasting her flesh at his leisure. Just as she was about to give up hopes of him going any further, he moved down to pepper kisses down her sternum and landed on her belly button. He kissed it sweetly before going lower, now kneeling on the floor as he licked above the waistband on the panty.