HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Bianca

He bit down a little harder on my nipple, then soothed it with his tongue before switching to the other one as his three fingers kept going in and out, the tip of his hand brushing my clit every few strokes like he knew exactly how to keep me right on the edge.

The cushions shifted under me when I tried to move, but the hand on my neck held me in place, he was still fully dressed but I was bare from the waist up, legs spread around his arm.

He leaned closer, mouth near my ear. “Louder. I want to hear you say it properly.”

I swallowed against his palm, I didn’t want to say it again until he scissored his fingers and the sound turned into another moan. “Yes…. Only me.”

He made a low approving sound and sucked my nipple into his mouth properly. His tongue circled while his fingers kept moving a little faster now. My hips started moving on their own and he adjusted the angle so every thrust hit right.

My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in when he curled his fingers against that spot. “Adriannn…”. slipped out and I felt him smile against my skin.

He lifted his head just enough to look at me, “you sound good like this. All that attitude earlier and now you’re just taking it.”

I wanted to snap back, but he pressed his thumb harder against my clit and the words died and my legs started shaking.

“Very clear?” he asked, quieter this time.

“Yes, you do this to only me.”

He watched every detail, the way my chest rose too fast, the way my thighs tried to close around his arm only for him to push them open again.

“Adrian… I…”

“I know… Let it come.” He said but didn’t ease up, my whole body tensed, but the hand on my neck kept me grounded while the rest of me shook apart.

My walls tightened around his fingers and he kept moving through it, slower now, drawing every tremor out until I was trembling and oversensitive, trying to twist away but he didn’t let me. Fingers stayed inside, moving gently. Soft bites and licks at my nipple while aftershocks rolled through.

He made a quiet sound that might have been a laugh and removed his fingers. I watched as he looked at those shiny fingers before his eyes met mine again.

The hand on my neck loosened, his thumb brushed along my jaw. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, then another to my cheek.

“You took that so well,” he murmured against my temple. “Even when you were being a brat earlier.”

I managed a weak huff of laughter, still too floaty for a proper comeback. My fingers twisted into the front of his shirt.

I could feel him hard against my thigh through his pants, but he didn’t push for more. He just stayed like that, looking down at me with the same intense focus.

“You still think you can walk out of here and let someone else come by instead?” He said in a teasing tone.

My stomach flipped, I opened my mouth but nothing useful came out. Just a shaky breath, “okay, he won.” I thought.

“Answer me.” His palm pressed firmer against my thigh.

I swallowed. “No…”

“No, what?”

“No… I don’t think that.” My voice came out softer than I wanted. I hated how easily he pulled that out of me.

“Good. Because you’re staying right here. With me until night, like we said. And if you keep testing me the way you did earlier, I’m going to keep answering you the same way.”

“I don’t know about that.” I teased.

“Be careful Bianca,” He said and I laughed loudly.

“So,” he said after a moment, glancing sideways at me. “You still want to go home? Or are we actually going to find something else to do with the rest of the day?”

“I can see that. Why?”

“Because I’m not letting you go home in the same thing you wore here,” he said, finally looking at me, like the answer should have been clear from the start.

I wanted to argue, but honestly, after everything that happened earlier, I didn’t have the energy to fight him on something this small. So I went upstairs, picked one of the dresses, a simple but elegant one that fit almost too perfectly for something I hadn’t even tried on, and changed into it.

When I came back down, I expected him to call his driver, the same way he always did whenever it was time for me to leave. Instead, he was already standing by the door, car keys in hand.

“When will the driver come?” I asked, looking around for my bag, unable to remember exactly where I had dropped it earlier.

“I will take you home,” he said. I stopped searching for a second and looked at him, surprised, though maybe not as surprised as I would have been a few weeks ago. Things between us had shifted so much that it was starting to feel normal, him doing things like this, things that crossed the line between boss and his employee.

I finally found my bag tucked behind one of the couch cushions, and just like he said, he picked up the key and led the way outside.

“You know, I could just get a cab too,” I said as we walked toward the car, mostly just to see his reaction.

“And I look like I don’t know that?” he said, and I could hear the edge in his voice, I could tell that he was already getting annoyed at the suggestion.

I smiled and said nothing else, sliding into the passenger seat while he walked around to the driver’s side.

The drive to my place was quiet, every now and then, I caught him glancing over at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention, and every time, I pretended not to notice, even though a small smile kept tugging at my lips.

In a few minutes, we were already parked in front of my building. As I climbed out, he opened his door and stepped out too.

“You don’t have to follow me in, I really…” I started.

“Keep quiet and walk in,” he said, cutting me off completely.

I didn’t even bother arguing, I just walked ahead of him toward the entrance. When I got to the front of my door, I saw an envelope propped up against the frame like someone had left it there on purpose.