Charmed by the Billionaire CEO
Chapter 228: You want me to demonstrate

Chapter 228: You want me to demonstrate

[MATURE CONTENT]

Sensing the change in her tone, Tristan raised his brows. The way, she warned him had a serious yet playful gleam in her words.

"And how will you punish me darling" Tristan watched her lips curl up on his words and she brushed her lips fanning her alcoholic breath against his face and pulled away balancing her upper body with the help of her elbows.

Licking her lower lips she tried to scrutinize Tristan’s face that watched her with pure desire and she could tell that his brain was running wild with various thoughts.

He was wrong, she reminded herself. The punishment she mentioned was not a harsh one but rather a pleasurable one.

"You want me to demonstrate" she proposed and saw the change in his eyes that turned dark and intense as they stared at her.

She was like a little lamb who was inviting herself into the lion’s den. Though she was drunk, still it didn’t stop her from expressing her innermost desire.

She was whipped by his almighty presence, the second she saw him on the dance floor. Not to forget the man had a charming personality that attracted lots of attention, especially from women who kept drooling over him.

If she wasn’t irked by his companion on the dance floor, she would’ve just kept staring at him like a lovestruck teenager who was crushing on her husband from afar. The man had the tendency to make butterflies dance inside her stomach.

Such a charming man, but all her dreaminess went down the lane, when she watched him with another woman. And now she wanted to punish him but sweetly and gently.

Tristan could see the playfulness in her actions but he was assured that she was telling the truth and not just spilling in her drunk state.

Reaching his hand to her stomach he slid it up to her chest feeling the touch of her hot skin burning under his palm and watched her close her eyes.

"Show me..." he demanded agreeing to the proposal she put in front of him.

His fingers by now had started to make circles on her chest as he watched her bit her lips trying to fight the moan that was threatening to come out.

Heaving out a sigh, Ashley slowly opened her eyes and her drowsy gaze penetrated into his intense one.

Her entire aura changed the second their eyes met and she moved her hands from the said on his torso, slowly lifting the white t-shirt upwards, and began to undress him.

Tristan kept watching her and didn’t invade her way. He wanted to see what kind of punishment she was planning to give him this time.

He remembered every time they argue or fought, they would end up making out with Ashley punishing him with her boldness, and not to forget, how he enjoyed being punished when it was her.

Ashley kept pulling the t-shirt upwards until it reached his wrist." Don’t remove it" she said firmly gripping his wrist and pulled back before she saw him smile playfully.

Moving her eyes down to his chiseled body, Ashley scrutinized his abs slowly trailing the palm of the other hand all over his body before stopping right at his erect nipple and lightly pinching it.

Tristan dropped his head back heaving out a low groan and closed his eyes feeling a stranger sensation pass through his body. She was again back with her teasing before heading to the actual part.

"Ash..." he called his name breathlessly and heard her chuckle.

"Let’s have a small warmup before I begin my punishment dear husband" Ashley again pinched his nipple and this time the groan was loud.

Letting out a satisfying smile Ashley bent down and licked the tip of his bud before she took it into her mouth. She was using his trick of building up the sexual tension before he actually pounced her rough and hard.

Letting go of the hand that held his wrist above his head she brought it down to his torso, slowly sliding down to the helm of his pant and swiftly unbuttoning it.

Dominating Tristan had become her wildest dream and she could get enough when he would behave like a submissive to her demands.

Sliding her hands into his boxers Ashley came in contact with his length and heard Tristan grunt," Ash... " he called her name and she pulled her mouth away from his sore nipple, staring innocently at him.

"Hmm," she hummed, smiling inwardly enjoying the look on his face.

"Ash... what Tristan," she asked blinking her eyes while her hand inside his boxer slowly brushed his cock.

’Fuck..’ Tristan cursed in his mind as he tried to recall the words he wanted to say but her sudden action made him forget everything.

Lifting the corner of her lips into a content smile Ashley pulled her hand out from his boxers and slowly moved down, sitting in between his legs.

Her eyes looked at the bulge formed underneath his pants and she could guess how much eager it was to be flung out from that cage.

"He seems to be restless" she comment but Tristan was too absorbed in his world to even listen what she said.

Ashley climb down the bed before she pulled his pants and boxed down effortlessly and tossed them aside. Her eyes grim at the sight of his huge length standing tall in front of her.

Crawling back she sat in between his legs and watched Tristan bury his face into his arms resting on the side of his head.

"Look at me Tristan" she demanded.

As if her sweet command reached his ears he pull his face out from his hideout and looked at her propping his head slightly down. His mouth opened and closed like a gasping fish who was trying to remain still until she finish off her work.

"I want you to stare straight into my eyes while I suck your cock" she said and slowly moved down near his long shaft before she slowly licked it.

It was rare for her to take his cum into her mouth but today she seemed more eager than before, ready to give him a mouth job without any hesitation in her eyes and actions.

"Fuck..." dropping his head back once again Tristan heard her tsk.