The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

“Tell me what you want, Ari?”

“I want you to fucking kiss me, Blake!”

Staring into her eyes, he lightly bit her bottom lip until it turned bright red. She drew a deep, staggered breath in response to the wave of heat she felt flushing through her.

“Yes! Please kiss me.” She moaned softly, her body was a flame with carnal and unholy desires.

“I want you. Just fucking kiss me already!” She nearly screamed with a peevish voice.

She gasped lightly as his lips found hers. It was soft, like rain, yet it sent a shock through her like lightning.

It felt like the world no longer existed, time was non-existent, every part of her body was trembling. Then, with an intense urgency, he dipped his tongue past her lips, caressing her tongue with his. She felt fluttering inside. Her body craved him.

A shallow hum escaped from within her in response to how he was making her feel. She could feel his body responding to her. She felt a tingling sensation in her woman’s part when she sensed the heat of his erection pressing against her belly, she shivered.

He lowered his hands from her waist and grabbed the lush curves of her buttocks. She clamped her eyes shut and moaned into the warmth of his mouth.

The tidal wave of lust that had just churned within her was slowly calming as his kiss became more subtle and tender. He gently pressed his lips against hers. He pulled back a little and gazed into her face, exhaling.

“I love you.” He brushed his fingers along the bridge of her nose and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She looked up at him, a red hue staining her face as a genuine and hearty smile graced her lips. And not just her lips were smiling, her eyes smiled too as they wrinkled, and her silvery grey orbs sparkled with utmost pleasure, love, delight, and happiness.

“I love you too, baby!” She giggled.

“Come on, let’s go over to the table. My feet hurt. I have been standing for far too long.” She pouted.

“Great idea. I’m sorry about that.”

“Yeah, but you should consider giving me a massage, that’s what a romantic and caring boyfriend should say!” She rolled her arms, glaring at him as she patiently awaited his reply.

“Oh, I was supposed to say that!” He laughed awkwardly. Being a boyfriend wasn’t easy, especially when you had a demanding girlfriend. Day 1 and he was already messing up. Fuck!

“I’m sorry, babe. Do you perhaps want me to give you a foot massage?” He grinned.

She was silent for a while and for that fleeting moment, he felt like a cat on hot bricks. Did he perhaps say it wrong? Her silence was slowly eating him up and when he couldn’t hold it in anymore, he found his voice and asked,

“I messed up, didn’t I?” He scratched his head, nervously.

“You did good, it’s just that I have really sweaty feet, and they stink when I have shoes on. Can you handle that?”

“What? You never told me about that!” His lips parted in silent surprise.

“You must not know everything about me from my lips. They are stuffs you should witness by yourself. Sex is good, it brings us as a couple close, but a relationship is not just about the wild and steamy sex, it’s about patience, trust, love, and endurance and perseverance.

“Can you curtain all of my excesses, all of my nagging? My mood swings? I have terrible mood swings, especially when I’m on my period, and it’s gonna be a lot worse when I’m carrying our child. Can you soothe me when I’m mad? Will you take my word over that of an outsider, cause you trust me? Will you care for me when I’m sick? Will you be quick to forgive me when I make a mistake?

“Will you accept me for my flaws? I have so many, I’m not close to perfect. Imperfection is what makes me human. Will you be open to me about your past and keep no more secrets? Do you promise to love me, all of me, the flawed me and just me forever and never to cheat on me?

“Do you promise to make the only woman in your life asides your mother? Do you promise never to hit me, no matter how mad I make you? I’m gonna offend you, Blake. If you can do all of these and look past all of my flaws, I will gladly marry you, and it goes both ways.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“I also have to contribute to making our relationship work. I will do my best to be the best girlfriend, but I can’t do that alone, you need to work with me too. I honestly don’t doubt your love for me, but I just want you to know what you are getting into.”

“I promise to love, trust, cherish and dot on you. I promise to accept you for all of your flaws, all of your nagging, your mood swings. But you must also understand I’m not perfect either, baby.

“I also promise never to cheat on you, never in my life would I ever do that. And I would never fucking raise my hands to hit you. I hate it when men turn their women into punching bags, so be rest assured I would never do that. About your sweaty foot, I don’t mind massaging it, even if they stink like your poop,” he replied, teasingly.

The red tint of embarrassment appeared on her cheeks. “Fuck you! Did you have to say that?”

“Your poop stinks, everyone’s poop stinks, even mine. I can also lick your foot, but after you wash it. I don’t wanna fucking ingest numerous unhealthy bacteria!”

“I didn’t ask you to lick my foot. I hate it cause it tickles a lot! And don’t think of tickling me, I hate it!” She pursed her lips and twisted her brows with displeasure.

“I can’t guarantee you that.” He curled his lips into a devilish grin.

“I’m serious. Don’t fucking do that!” She warned.

“Now that you’ve told me that, I wanna tickle you because I am one hell of a daring man. Also, just because you have got sweaty foot, doesn’t mean you won’t give me foot jobs!” He chortled with impishness.

She stood unblinking, trying to process what she had just been told. She frowned and flushed as she swore, “Fuck!”

“You’re so slutty and a man-whore!”

“You were the one who said sex is good as a couple, and so is trying out new things.”

“Actually, I changed my mind. Maybe we should suspend sex until our wedding night. If I remember vividly, you were waiting for the right time, and I believe the appropriate time was our wedding night. So keep your dick in your pants cause there is no sex for you. I want to stay chaste.”

His brows rose in a surprised arc and when the surprise had worn off, his mouth split open wide in a booming laugh.

“I did want to wait until our wedding night, but you already tempted me. And remember the promise I made to you.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head with disapproval.

“I hate breaking promises and I would fuck you, hard and nice! This I promise you.”

“If you wanted to stay chaste until marriage, then you shouldn’t have kissed me and seduced me in your office!” She retorted.

“I never said anything about staying chaste, I just wanted to fucking touch you. I have been wanting to do that for the longest time. And if I recall correctly, you were the one who asked me to touch you, and I did. I grabbed your naked flesh because you wanted me to and don’t pretend like you don’t want the sex, you have been seducing me since forever cause you need a good fuck!”

“Maybe, I do want the sex,” she bit her lips, “Okay, I will let you have sex with me-”

“You don’t have much of a choice here, young lady. Whether or not, you want it, I’m still gonna get it, and you know that!”

“That’s not true! If you do it without my consent, that’s rape! Third degree rape and it is culpable by the law. That’s how many years in jail, four years at most? It could be more, depending on the judge.”

“Oh wow, so you know about the law? Well, it’s not raping anymore when I seduce you!” He defended.

“It’s my word against yours. Let’s see who the court would believe.” She smiled, smugly.

Why did she have to be crazy? She even termed seduction, rape! Marital rapes did happen, though. Not that he feared any jail sentence, he just didn’t want to further argue with her, so he just sighed with defeat.

“Okay, fine, you win!” He hoisted his hands as a sign of surrender.

“So ask nicely?”

“Can I have sex with you?”

“Yes. But you have got to massage my foot first, they hurt like hell. Let’s go over to the table,” she suggested.

“Okay.”

With his arms girded around her waist, they headed to the table where they met Liam, Kimberly, and Ivy seated. That was shocking, she had no idea when Ivy had left. How would she know when she was busy flirting with Blake?

Beth and her mom were nowhere to be found, and so were her mom and dad. Were they still fucking?

Ivy was busy operating her phone, while Kimberly and Liam were sitting awfully close to each other. Her brows arched with confusion and suspicion.

What she saw next caused her mouth to fall open, and her already large eyes grew into wide circles as she blinked repeatedly in shock. She couldn’t believe her eyes!

She caught sight of Kimberly’s hand moving rhythmically underneath the table. Liam’s eyes were shut and his head, leaned backwards and his lips expelled small, inaudible sounds.

What the hell… Was she actually giving him a hand job in her party? In public! Shameless people! Couldn’t they find somewhere private to do this shit?