ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

28: What's Better

WARNING: THIS IS HEAVY SMUT; IT'S NOT VANILLA; BUT HE DOES NOT HURT HER IN A BAD WAY SHE DOES NOT WANT; AND HER CONSENT IS APPROVED AS SHE VOLUNTARILY SUBMITS TO HIS DEMANDS.

NO CODE OF CONDUCT FROM WATTPAD WAS OVERSTEPPED AS THE SCENES DO NOT INVOLVE RAPE, ASSAULT ETC.

RITA

I am His little Rebel.

Emboldened, I slipped an artificial cock into my sex and returned to his bed, acting normal, even carrying a glass of water to cover up my rebellious act.

I know my behavior lacks integrity. Yet, I couldn't resist — it's too big, too thick, and too perfect to fill my sex and give me a sense of satisfaction.

His shirt covers my secret. His hands roam my boobs and hips, oblivious. I sleep with the cock hidden deep inside me.

Until the morning. The fullness oddly satisfying.

"Little flower," he calls me by my pet name.

His deep, raspy voice growls, sending a shiver down my spine that drops hotly to my sex and makes my insides clench around the cock.

He pulls me closer, his hand resting on my hip until my butt presses against his front.

"Are you awake?" he whispers in my ear.

I hum in response, letting out a soft sigh as he grinds against my butt, making me fully aware of the hardness pressed against me.

Afraid he might notice my disobedience, I squirm. The sting of his last punishment still lingers on my butt—I am not ready for round two.

"What do you want?" I gasp.

Only a thin layer of my shirt separates us, his morning erection pressing shamelessly against me. And I cannot help but think how he would feel inside me instead of the artificial cock lodged in my sex.

"I'm hungry," he claims.

He covers my shoulder and neck with kisses. His appetite is unquenchable, though—I feel more like his breakfast than food.

"Well, I'm hungry too," I yawn, turning in his arms to gaze into his mesmerizing azure eyes.

Mother Nature truly favored him, gifting him beautiful eyes.

"I'm not hungry for food," he grunts.

My stomach clenches as I pull away. My scandalous hours in bed with him always seem to whet my appetite — for food.

"No, uh-uh." I shake my head. "You can't just devour me like your breakfast." I run my fingers over the purple marks he's left on my skin. "I look thoroughly marked up from all your bites and nibbles."

"It suits you," he murmurs, tracing the contours of my shirt with his fingers. "The sight wants me to leave even with more marks on your delicate body..."

"Give me a proper breakfast, and maybe I'll reconsider," I tease, tossing my hair in his face before slipping away, with him hot on my heels.

"You should watch your attitude," he warns. "Otherwise, I might be tempted to teach you a lesson."

His threat makes me stop and look up at him.

"Hmm, your threats only make me bolder... I love the way you teach me," I whisper on tiptoe, brushing my lips against his before turning away.

Giggling, I enter the kitchen and steal a glance at the sinner's room and the intricately carved letters on the door.

"Defiance can end badly, especially with me," he warns again, making my heart flutter. "So, watch your words, sweetheart."