Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

CHAPTER SIXTY ONE

ERIC’s POV

ONLY SHE CAN

I meant to get up and go fetch her from where she is, but I stopped myself from doing so. It was a fuckin’ surprise, she had said that. Meaning I’m to remain seated with my eyes closed until she comes out. I don’t want to ruin her little surprise. She’s worth the wait!

But, Hell, this is torture.

Soon, I could hear the clattering of approaching footsteps, coming in bits. I could feel my little monster hardening at each step she takes, the desire to grab and pin her underneath me and take her in every nook and cranny of this room keeps building up. But, the anticipation of what she’d do next when she finally stopped in front of me was driving me crazy.

Is she finally comfortable enough to have___ again with me?

A beat suddenly started in the background. “You can open your eyes now,” her small voice came out rather excitedly than I had expected. I flung my eyes open, expecting to see her in a pair of lingerie, a bikini, with her hair packed into a ponytail, but, she was instead wearing a pair of track pants with a tacky black top and a pair of purple sneakers. She had a bright smile on and was bouncing casually to the beat in the background.

“What are you doing?” I asked her, reeking with perplexity and a tinge of disappointment. I noticed her smile widen.

“I don’t want you to get bored from staying home with me the entire day, so I’m trying to… keep you entertained.” She replied, her face flushing red as she spoke.

“Ha! Goodness!” I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. Here I was, imagining all sorts of sultry things. Why would she ask me to close my eyes if all she wanted to do was dance? Who does that? Only she can do such. What a girl.

I swallowed hard on my desire, adjusting my pants discreetly. Once again, she has succeeded in putting me in a frenzy without even doing a single thing. This little woman just had a way of driving me crazy.

She slowly began to sway her small hips in perfect sync with the rhythm playing from the speaker.

‘I’m a queen card, you wanna be a queen card…’ She sang along as she swung her body slowly and rhythmically back and forth. I had thought that probably along the line while watching her dance, my desire was going to calm down, but watching her sway her small waist and watching her breasts jiggle made my dick harden even more. This isn’t gonna end well, I could feel it.

RAYNE’S POV

Eric had his eyes fixated on me since he opened them and I was motivated to do more seeing that he was enjoying my dancing. But, toward the end, he suddenly got up and started toward me, with his eyes still locked on mine. I stopped dancing wondering what was wrong. Didn’t he like my dancing as I had thought, was I boring him?

I watched as he took long steps in my direction, his gray eyes boring into mine. Something in the way his gaze held me in place, got me thinking if I had provoked him again. He often complained about me provoking his desires. Plus, his eyes often were this way whenever he did. But, I didn’t bite my lips, or did I?

I continued to retreat at each step he took toward me until my back crashed against the wall which surprisingly felt fleshy. Looking down from Eric’s eyes, I realized one of his hands was resting on the wall at my back, serving as a shield. I looked up at his hovering figure, it was just like a giant, towering above a lowly human. His eyes were locked on my lips with an intensity that sent my heart going haywire.

“What is it, are you feeling that way again?” I couldn’t help asking because of the way he was staring at me. It was the same way he did the other day when he had made me touch him, and this morning when he had almost kissed me. I felt my cheeks heat up as I recalled the scene from a few hours ago.

“Mm-hm,” he murmured throatily. His tone was ragged and his voice a bit husky struggled to come out audibly. “It is uncomfortable…”

“Does it hurt?” I inquired, already getting worried.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Mmm, it does hurt… so much.” He replied. My heart broke for him. It really must hurt because he looked like he was struggling to breathe at the moment. There were small beads of sweat on his forehead. These were signs of fever. Was he running a fever?

I stretched my hand to his face, so I could check his temperature, but he suddenly caught my wrist midway. Slowly, he lowered my hand toward his pants and my fingers brushed against a hard surface.

“Down there is where this hand should go.”