Steak and Sensation

Mr. Kacy Lillard's house, or should she even call it a palace, was perfect in every way.

The tiled floors gleamed, the garden looked like something straight out of the Garden of Eden, and everywhere smelled of luxury.

The workers, chefs, maids, and gardeners were perfectly coordinated, dressed like staff in a high-end hotel, and always wore charming smiles that filled the house with warmth and serenity.

There was no bullying, no shrewdness, no laziness, no theft. Anyone caught acting out would be immediately sacked, so no one dared try anything. Of course, they were paid handsomely.

After all, this was Kacy Lillard, a world-famous multi-billionaire and trillionaire businessman. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if he had twelve Benz, eighteen GLEs, and twenty Lexuses just in this one U.S. house, not counting his other estates. Yet, he only drove three, his favorite being the black GLE he called his baby.

Kacy loved showing off, and his ego was loud and proud. Even with countless global branches, malls, electronics, hotels, private flights, airports, and orphanages, he was still investing in building a company in India. What did this man need before realizing he already had it all?

Being his wife was even more intense attending his business meetings, parties, company anniversaries, inaugurations, or tea parties hosted by the President's wife. It was tiring and stressful, especially when she had to wear long gowns sweeping the floor so no one could see her flat shoes, except Kacy, of course, who could read her like a book.

Now she was at the dining table, surrounded by different delicacies. She knew very well it was her mother-in-law who instructed the head maid to prepare all these dishes, because most of the food here was for

"A healthy body to reproduce an heir".

What made it worse was the dead, sharp gaze Madam Ina was giving her from the other end of the table as she watched her eat.

"You should stop staring, Madam Ina, or I won't be able to eat any of this with those eyes," Ivana complained, pointing at her.

"Well, if I don't stare, I know you won't eat. Look how thin you are. You won't survive childbirth like this," Madam Ina scolded, still glaring.

"But I got the sexy curves, you know." Ivana teased, earning a hard eye-roll.

"Young mistress, you are not using the fucking curves to give birth," Ina snapped, face-palming.

"So I'm a side chick now? That's why I'm being called mistress?" Ivana shot back dramatically.

"Ouch." Ina teased, turning her gaze away. "Happy now that I stopped glaring?"

"Yes, Madam Ina. At least let me eat small, because if I finish all this, in a month I'll be the size of that sofa." She pointed at the long couch.

"You're something else," Ina sighed. "Okay, eat a bit and I won't report to your mother-in-law." She shook her head. "And the young master won't like it if you become too fat."

A rosy tint spread across Ivana's cheeks.

"Well, I'm okay for him like this. Plus, I got the ass and the hips."

"And the boobs, girlie. You're hot." Ina grinned.

Both of them laughed.

"Now start eating," Ina instructed.

"Okay, mummy." Ivana joked, and they burst into louder laughter. Madam Ina was like a second mother to her.

She took a bite of the chocolate cake, then scooped some porridge near the plate.

"Good girl."

"It's disgusting," Ivana groaned. "I feel like puking."

Ina gasped excitedly. "You're pregnant".

"Shit, no, not now." Ivana quickly cut her off. "Remove that thought. I'm not".

"How do you know?"

"I did a PT strip yesterday. It was negative."

"So you were expecting something," Ina said softly.

Ivana's shoulders dropped. "I'm scared, Ina."

The moment she called her by her name, Madam Ina knew she was serious. She moved closer immediately.

"I know what you're feeling. I was once there. It's terrifying at first, but it's going to be alright. You can do it, my Iva."

Ivana smiled weakly. Madam Ina always knew the right words. Iva... her special nickname. Ina used it whenever Ivana was scared or hurting.

Ina gently wiped her teary eyes.

"Now eat. I'll leave you so you can eat properly. It's already past midnight. You're still waiting for him, I know he'll come soon."

"Okay…," Ivana said.

" Don't stay too long", Then she narrowed her eyes. "And don't dare me, you'd better finish all this food".

"Easy, Madam Ina."

That voice.

Ivana froze. Slowly, she turned her head.

Her emerald eyes met hypnotizing blue ones.

Kacy was standing a meter away, beside Madam Ina.

Ina burst into laughter, and Ivana didn't miss the wide smile Kacy gave her before turning his gaze to the food on the table, then to Ivana's exhausted face.

"Take pity on my poor wife, Madam Ina. She can't finish all this."

Ivana sighed in relief. Her savior had arrived. And her heart warmed at the words "My poor wife.".

"Well, Kacy, don't blame the poor old woman here," Ina defended. "Your mom insisted she eat everything for the preparation of...."

"A child, right?" he finished.

"Yes. And look at her. She's too thin. Her neck shows bones. Her hands... too skinny."

Ivana rushed to Kacy and hugged him from the front, even pushing her ass slightly back.

He laughed softly. This wife of his… she was clearly showing off, silently begging for backup.

"Thank the gods you said her neck and hands," Kacy teased. "Not her ass or her breast."

Ivana looked up and rolled her eyes hard, blushing like crazy. Did he have to say that out loud? In front of his workers?

She heard the chefs and maids giggling and whispering.

Her face turns pink instantly.

"Oh God, Kacy," Ina groaned. "Take your wife to your room and praise her there. She's blushing too hard."

Instantly, Kacy's gaze fell on Ivana's face.

Then he leaned in and kissed her lips slow, deep.

His mouth trailed down to her neck, nibbling gently but firmly.

She slapped a hand over her mouth to stop the moan.

He saw it.

And pushed her hand away.

His mouth crashed on hers again, tongue slipping inside, kissing her hard and deep until her knees almost buckled.

Her soft moan filled his mouth.

After a moment, he pulled away.

Ivana stumbled back, gasping for breath, blushing furiously as the staff whispered "Awwwwwww…" behind them.

She shot Kacy a glare.

He only winked and licked his lips slowly and seductively.

The sensation almost knocked her out.

Madam Ina quickly drove the teasing staff out of the dining room.

"Kacy, if you need your wife, then go and take her away. Stop polluting my staff with all this nonsense," Madam Ina taunted, glaring at him then bursting into laughter when she caught Ivana's burning red face.

"You can't blame me, Madam Ina," Kacy replied with a soft smirk.

"She flirted with me first pushing her body into mine."

He clicked his tongue, pulled Ivana by the waist, and flicked her forehead gently.

"Her ass was tempting. Her lips were taunting me. I couldn't help it."

He leaned down and kissed Ivana again…and again…and again, until she pushed at his chest, gasping for air.

Madam Ina watched them with an exhausted expression.

"You two never hear word. At least let her finish..."

Kacy cut her off, voice suddenly deep, calm, and possessive.

"She's mine. And no one touches my treasure. Tell my mom that directly."

Madam Ina shook her head and walked away, muttering under her breath.

Ivana smirked and looped her arms around his neck.

"So is that a new code, Mr. Flirter?"

Kacy circled his arms around her waist and pushed her gently against the table.

"Maybe."

He cut a piece of steak, lifted it with the fork, and slowly brushed it against her lips. His eyes dropped to the fresh hickey on her neck.

"This is red… just like the steak," he murmured.

Ivana slapped the fork away lightly.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Mine, Ivy."

Before she could respond, he slid onto the edge of the table, pulled her between his legs, and stared at her warmly.

"Who told you you could talk?" he whispered teasingly.

His gaze traveled down her body, lingering on her strapless red nightgown. Desire flickered in his eyes.

"Did you wear this for me?"

Ivana's face turned pink instantly.

"No… I didn't."

Kacy smiled as though he knew the truth already. He traced her jaw, leaned in, and brushed a soft kiss against the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

"You're so hot, baby," he murmured.

"You're staring at me like you want to eat me," she whispered.

He chuckled.

"Wanna isn't correct pretty".His voice dropped even lower.

He licks her earlobe making her gasped whispering softly in her ears. "I want to eat you raw, fuck you until it's only my name you can moan and make you come with my tongue".

She stares speechless.

the rosy tint spread to her cheeks.

Gasping a little in a seductive way, her eyes rolled back.

"It's Ivana...she finally said.. Kacy not Ivy you just don't learn do you". It's either he is deliberately doing it or it's a mistake.

"Well i prefer Ivy don't you get tired of telling me it's Ivana.."

"Aish so did you die when you said I..V..A..N...A... huh husband".

"Nah but i almost did the only way i will call you Ivana is if..... Turning her face to the food at the table.

"Eat all of it.... She faked a smile Laughing

"Don't worry ivy will do.....".

"Nah, no i wanna call you by your full name baby just eat it's not that much". He teased laughing at her frustration.

"You're not going to spare me this one sweet heart". She muttered trying to sugar coat him.

"Scam, fake ivy come on just eat it and stop with your fake facade hmmmm... My love it's not much".

Forcing the steak inside her mouth.

She pushed the steak away yelling "Wait.... first Kacy I'll do anything so far i don't eat that... Pointing at the food in the table.

"Wow, I never knew my wife is so scared of food you know Ivy the more i get to know to you the more you seem intriguing and fun too bad i didn't record this if not tsk tsk".

"I'll do anything so far i don't eat that. Mimicking her then he said "cute".

"You mean anything right".

And then she regretted saying anything Seeing that mischievous smirk on his face...that was her doom.

"Uh....kace".

"Anything right".

"Kace...I..um.."

"You know you are the only one that can call me kace".

"Ye..s...".

"About the part you said anything... We will deal with that when we get to the room ".

"That doesn't seem easy since you won't ask me to do it here ".

"Nice guess Ivy i guess i didn't marry a dummy..... Believe me Ivy it's not so easy it's something you hate since I've known you for 2 months".

"Spanking my ass like a baby".

"Shit.... Not that Ivy get your mind back here what were you thinking huh spoiled child".

"Nothing is just a guess, she said blushing.."

"Okay then keep guessing".

"Is it compulsory i guess".

"Yah except you want to do it here".

"Shit, fuck no and why you still holding that steak".

"Oh this.... waving the steak. That's going to be my artificial fingers stroking your body".

"What.... WTF you crazy right".

"Have you ever being fingered, fucked or sucked using a steak...Mmm....." and she blushed again this time pink and red.

"You ain't not gonna put it on my puss..."

Flushed with embarrassment her neck reddens, goosebumps all over her body fanning herself gosh she was hot and the sensation of her body is too much.

And it's so obvious he's watching her with that filthy smirk, and every glance, every hungry look of his has her dripping, her body betraying her, reacting to every inch of his desire.

"Your pussy..... Ivy you're so wet for me now i can smell it from here even without looking down at you, knowing you're soaked and craving it, says it all but don't think I'm done teasing you yet. I'm not just gonna dive in; I'm gonna play with every inch of your body, make you beg for it, and when it comes to touching you… my fingers are gonna do all the work, making you melt under me."

She blinks her eyes surprised, Jaw dropped swallowing her saliva like he's going to sex starved her until he's satisfied shit she shouldn't have argued with him about how he should call her name.

Now she's in for the kind of punishment that will leave her breathless...he's going to trace every inch of her body, driving her crazy, and just when she's about to lose it, he pulls back, making her ache even more.

It's a torment worse than any slap, worse than any strike, pure, delicious torture.

"Kacy you're gonna sex starve me right".

"Wow... He winked, smart wife you really amaze me everyday".

"I'll take that as a yes for how many hours".

"Depends on how you behave. If you test me you wouldn't like it".

"Jer...

"Complete it ivy".

"Kacy um.... it was Jest i swear that's what i was going to say not Jerk i swear".

"Um uh really Jest well i don't believe you.... you really don't learn ivy you shouldn't curse at me i hate it".

"Am sorry".

"Not taking that".

Walking away from her to the kitchen, dragging a chair, he sat crossing his leg then motioned for her to lean on the fridge.

"Do me a favor, Ivy lean against that fridge, right up front… Yeah, just like that. Hug it with your ass sticking out, lift your gown to your waist… unless you want me to take it off for you".

And just like he said, she did it, her eyes locked on him, not daring to look away even for a second.

"Smoking hot". He commented, "you know your curves are lovely".

"Yah you always tell me it is so of course i know, please don't spanked my ass".

"Nah i won't but I'll do something worse... Now take off those panties ".

"I'm not your slave Kacy I'm your wife if you actually want to punish then do everything yourself ".

"Listen, Ivy… when I tell you to take something off, it's not about control or slavery. You're not my servant but my wife. That's why I ask, because if I'm the one who removes it, you know it'll come with consequences you won't enjoy… the kind that leaves you frustrated and craving more".

And she knew it wasn't a threat. He meant every word.

Realizing she was teasing him on purpose, he let out a low, irritated groan and moved to her side, barely holding himself together.

He stepped in close, taking her wrists and lifting them above her head, guiding her back against the fridge with a slow, deliberate press of his body.

His other hand slid down her waist, tugging her panties aside with teasing impatience before squeezing her ass firmly, claiming every reaction she gave him.

"Fleshy and soft....".

Then he whispered.

"That's how i like it, Ivy you're freaking wet and sticky like i really want to suck you there clean and sparkly but i can't because that's my punishment for you ".

"Am not... Kacy ".

He rolled his eyes. 'Whatever.' Slowly, deliberately, he pressed the steak to her waist, teasing her ass with it first, each move making her moan softly.

But as he picked up the pace, her sounds turned sharper, a mix of pleasure and ache.

Stroke after stroke, rub after rub, he didn't hold back. Using his tongue, fingers, steak he used everything to push her to the edge, leaving her trembling between agony and ecstasy."

" Ahhhhhhh.....Fuck Kace.... It's not....Shit.... Kace...Kace... just fucking stop ahhh.... Her moans only grew sharper, but he didn't let go not for a second.

He pushed her even higher, lowering himself and running his tongue over her wet cunt, finding every spot that made her tremble. He focused on that sensitive place that made her body arch for him… but just as she was on the brink, seconds from falling apart in his mouth, he pulled back.

The sudden emptiness made a raw, desperate scream of his name tear from her lips, her whole body begging for the release he refused to give.

He could feel how overwhelmed she was, every shiver running through her body telling him just how sensitive she had become but instead of pulling away, he kept her right there on the edge.

His attention dropped back to her ass, and he dragged the warm steak across her skin in slow, deliberate strokes, each one meant to tease, to build her up, to make her writhe from how good the pressure felt.

He wasn't hurting her just pushing her deeper into that delicious, melting sensitivity she couldn't escape.

Every single stroke sent waves of fire through her body, her pussy aching and throbbing with pleasure, her ass trembling uncontrollably.

Tears streamed down her face as pain and sweetness collided, sensations piling on top of each other until all she could do was scream, cry, and beg.

And he wasn't about to stop.

He planned to push her body to the edge again and again until he was fully satisfied with the delicious torment he was giving her.

"Kace please stop i beg you please ahhh....ohhhh.... Fuck.....Kace.... I'd do anything for you to stop".

He looked at her...her flushed face, the tears clinging to her lashes, the way her breath shook with need.

Every sound she made was a mix of desperation and desire, and he could feel how badly she wanted him.

He knew she was overwhelmed, her body trembling from everything he'd already pushed her through, and he was close to losing the last bit of control he had.

One more look at her and he'd give in completely, pull her close, take her hard, and drive her wild until she was begging him to slow down.

"Guess what i will make you do in the room".

"If it's not related to sex then you are going to force me to wear high heels all through tomorrow party until we get home".

"Huh....you think so, raising a brow he shakes his head.

"But since it's the room there's one thing i hate doing the most ".

"And that is".

"Stripping for you ". She breathes softly please God let me be right she mutters or he is gonna continue his torturing.

"Hmm... yah".

"Shit...She sighs slowly.

"And you won't do it".

"No! I won't! you know right?"

He eyes her blankly "I'll deal with you later Ivy right now i need to work.... If you dare me next time then it won't just end with begging". He said about to walk out.

"I'm exhausted Kacy and the fact you left me sex starved it's more torturing at least help me to the room, And you should throw that steak...."

She didn't finish her word when he ate it.

"Ewwwwwwwwwww.... She gasped".

"Your sweet juice is not Eww... Ivy and he licks his lips "you're so fast wearing your panties but removing it then he sucked his fingers "so slow... You were really torturing me like i said i don't have your time now".

He lifts her up from her legs and she wraps her arms around his neck snuggling to his chest he just smirks at his wife and smiles walking out of the kitchen to their bedroom.