Margaret’s POV

Pale yellow lights cut through my vision and I opened them to meet an open bed. Where was Raymond? I put on a bathrobe over naked skin and went to the door. The corridors were wide and well-lit. I had no idea where I was going. After the sexcapade last night, I dived into a pool of champagne, swimming to wash his smell out of my body. The thought of the fuck made me wince but hell yeah if you are asking if I'd get some again. Finally, taking the steps up, I reached the spot I remembered. I saw a slightly opened door, without any means of illumination. Out of hopes and curiosity, I got in but I got spellbound immediately.

“Sleep well?” I heard a voice from the darkness. I scanned my surroundings and there he was, Raymond, sitting in the Jacuzzi with both hands resting on the edge of the tub. “You had one hell of a headache last night, remember?"

I nodded, seemingly at loss for words. Was that his bulge I am seeing? "I can see you’re feeling better. Care to join me?” he interrupted and I tore my eyes from his prick. He tilted his head from side to side as if trying to relax his neck muscles. I knew what he was trying to do. If I must play this game, I must be more than conscious of all his delish tactics.

Keeping his eyes on me, he took a sip of the amber liquor from his glass. “Are you waiting for another invitation, Margaret? Or do you want a form of motivation or reawakening like yesterday?” His voice was serious, and his eyes reflected the light of the lamps illuminating the room. Looking at him, I realized I had been missing him for the past few hours. I had a crazy libido and what was revenge without good sex?

I reached for the belt of the bathrobe, pulled at it, and allowed the robe to fall to the floor. Raymond watched in rapt attention, his jaw working rhythmically. Slowly I walked toward him and slid into the water, taking a place opposite him. I looked at him as he took another sip. I moved closer and sat on his knees, pressing myself against him. Without asking for consent, I ran my hand through his hair. He moaned softly and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. I stared at him for an instant before leaning closer and biting his lip gently. He grew harder beneath me. I swayed my hips delicately, sucking on his lips, trailing my teeth along them until I slid my tongue into his mouth. He dropped his hands, grabbed my ass, and pulled me closer.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, pulling away for a moment.

He pushed me back and shot me a wide-eyed stare.

“Is that how you display your longing? Do I need to remind you of the rules? You know you have to beg for it right?.”

That hurt me. I pushed my conscience behind me as I was suddenly ashamed. I wanted to cry. but I knew I couldn't. I “I love it when you touch my hair,” Raymond said, stopping behind me. He snatched the sash of my bathrobe and tore my only cover away. He slipped out of the tub and I do the same.

As I pressed myself against him, I felt he was naked, wet, and hot. He turned me around and his lips clasped around mine. He kissed me hungrily. His hands moved around my body, stopping on my ass. He lifted me, kissing me all the while, and carried me to the bed, laying me on the mattress. For a while, he stood there, looking at me. I met his stare and lifted my arms above my head, spreading them to my sides, showing him my helplessness, but also my trust.

“If we do it now, I won’t be able to stop. You know that right?” he asked in a serious voice. “If you beg me to stop. I'll fuck you all the more”

The way he said it sounded like a promise. It only ignited my passion.

“So fuck me,” I said, sitting in front of him on the edge of the bed. He muttered something through his teeth in Italian and took a step closer, stopping a few inches away. With the faint light still on in the room, I could see his throbbing erection. I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him closer, grabbing his manhood. It was amazing—thick and hard. I trailed my fingers down its length, licking my lips.

“Put your hands on my head,” I said, looking him in the eyes. “And punish me.”

Raymond exhaled loudly and grabbed my hair hard.

“Are you asking me to treat you like a whore? Is this what you want?” I leaned my head back obediently and opened my mouth wide.

“Yes, Raymond,” I breathed.

His grip on my hair tightened. He moved closer, and with a fluid, decisive motion, shoved his swollen cock into my mouth. I moaned, feeling it reach as far as my throat. His hips started pumping forward and back. I couldn’t breathe.