ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

34: His Exception

RITA

A bougie Store.

We're in Mango. Honestly, I like it better than H&M. It's not as opulent as the brands I usually gravitate toward — as my taste runs toward the tailored — but these stores exude elegance and class. And the material... oh, I love the feel of it against my skin.

I don't have a lackey; I have a hunter — a subtle distinction. His hands don't crush the clothes I select; they carry them with care. Not a single profanity escapes his lips while he does it.

I find myself wanting to hide him among the racks. It's in a man's nature to draw attention, and he attracts every female gaze in the store like a peacock showing off its feathers.

"You're awfully quiet and look troubled. What's the matter, whinebag?" he asks.

I hear him say it and look at him, finding him still looking at his phone before he finally looks up, noticing the frown and pout lingering on my face.

"Whinebag?" I reply. "You are the bag of whines every morning, clinging to me like your cock cannot live without me."

I am offended, but I do not take it too seriously because I do nag most of the time, complaining about how bored I am in his home as his captive.

"That's only because you're sneaking out of my arms before my cock can ravish your tight cunt," he murmurs hoarsely.

He wraps me in a hug from behind. His hands slither around my waist, pulling me closer, brushing a kiss across my cheek.

I turn my head to look at him. His gaze is intense, almost questioning, as he sees my reluctance washing over every inch of my face.

"You don't mind that you're... not promiscuous anymore, do you?" I ask him, looking down, unsure of myself. "Am I enough for you?"

"You are."

He hums, reeling in the warmth of his voice and the passion in his touch as he kisses my forehead, my nose, and finally my lips.

"What's making you insecure?" he asks, tipping my head up with his thumb and locking our eyes. "Surely it can't be my cock... constantly hard for you..."

"All the female eyes in the store, fixed on you as if they're in heat, like wild animals," I whisper, a faint note of grievance in my voice as I glare at the women admiring him.

"Hmm, maybe I should be bold and ask that blonde over there out — she looks like Josefina," he teases, making my stomach twist with a touch of jealousy.

"Rogue," I tell him, displeased.

My mood sinking to the ground, I extricate myself from his embrace but only manage to take two steps away from him.

"It's yours, little flower," he murmurs.

He wraps me in another embrace. His hand covers mine, guiding it over his cock in a possessive gesture, reminding me that I'm the only one allowed to touch his cock for now.

My cheeks flush beet-red as I relax into the warmth he radiates.

"Good," I whisper, biting my lip to suppress the smile threatening to break free.

My hand gently squeezes his cock over his pants. I see how his eyes look at me more intensely, and I know he is going to take me here and now if I don't stop myself from teasing him. But payback for all his teasing is just so sweet.

"If you keep petting your pet," he growls, "it's only going to grow until it demands... more."

"I just might," I say, a playful smile curling on my lips. "Why don't you follow me to the cabins?"