Chapter 563 An Envelope
Chapter 563 An Envelope
Everyone turned to Linus and he stopped tapping his champagne flute and took control of the party, "Why make this evening boring? Let's invite the star of the night, Anya, and her husband, Alvin to set the stage with their graceful dance moves."
Anya was bewildered as soon as she heard the word dance. Krystle cracked up into silent laughter pitying Anya.
Setting his champagne flute on the table, Alvin made his way to Anya, like a predator hunting its prey. He elegantly extended his hand to her. His smoldering gaze took her under his spell, "May I have this dance, my dear wife?"
Anya almost smiled at his grace and his velvety voice that had the power to make her nod. She took a step closer and the balls moved. Getting out of her trance, she lied, "Alvin, I'm tired." She can't let him know about her talk with Krystle.
Alvin calmly shrugged off her excuse. "A small dance doesn't harm, Sweetheart." He slid his fingers down her forearm and slipped to her hand.
Anya's eyes went wide. She was even planning to pretend weak or faint but Rob began the music and Alvin spun her making her gasp at the sensation between her legs.
"Are you crazy?" Anya grimaced when the balls rolled, frightening her that they might slip off to the floor in front of all.
Well, Alvin showed no mercy and moved her like a beautiful doll in a snow globe, effortlessly dancing to music.
Her sweet frequent gasps, jolts of her body, her purrs, her fingers digging into his suit, her shocked yet aroused gaze, lingering with a hint of fear to be in the crowd excited him more.
He was enjoying it but also possessive somebody might catch her aroused. Yet Alvin let her go through every haywire. So he was slowing down the dance moves, thinking of continuing her punishment, when he got the sight of Dennis, descending stairs with Casper Matthews.
He felt like cold water thrown to dampen his mood. Before he could think of a way to handle Casper, Anya leaned on him and struggled to say, "I-I can't hold them longer." A delicious shiver ran down her spine.
Alvin didn't want his fun punishment to become her nightmare. So he chose to cool her off first.
But he glanced at Casper. Dennis and Catalina were too kind. They won't be able to see through Casper. So Alvin's grazed over the crowd and settled on Elder Collins who took his cue.
Since many couples had joined the floor to dance, they weren't attracting much attention. Alvin asked Anya by lowering his voice, "Can you walk?"
Anya shook her head, twitching at the sensation, "I don't know." She felt her legs jelly. She wanted to remove the balls, at the same time, she would like to release the tension coiled in the pit of her stomach.
Taking the stairs from the other side, Alvin almost entered the guest room on the ground floor where Doctor Benson was checking on Atara and Alaric was standing like a grim reaper, ready to take their souls.
Changing the room, Alvin reminded Anya first, "We have to get to the party soon." So they have to be careful about their appearance without a long absence from the party.
"Huh?" Her fuzzy brain hardly caught his words.
He commanded her, throwing his blazer aside and fluidly unbuckling his belt, "Get on your four, Little Donut."
Her body reacted to his raw compelling voice on its own. She shivered when he shoved her dress up her waist and brushed his fingers over her wet thighs and lacy thong.
"You are dripping wet, Officer Owen." His voice came out hoarse, his coarse palm grabbing her hips in a strong grip.
The next moment he tore the flimsy fabric and pulled the wet balls out. Those hadn't reached the floor yet, Anya yelped when he slammed inside her.
She clung onto the sofa, the lewd noises they were making, muffles of her cries when he wreaked havoc inside her like an erotic symphony.
After Anya felt like forever, she was cooling from her high, without knowing if she should get angry at her husband or just live in the moment. Her eyes were still shut when he cleaned her with a damp towel and adjusted her dress.
He was about to tease her, and Anya suddenly opened her eyes and questioned him, "Do similar toys exist for men too?" She wants to torture him too.
But knew he wouldn't be able to walk around with a hard-on in his pants. She could try in their bedroom, couldn't she?
Alvin: "…"
He made a mental note to keep Loudmouth and Anya's mobile away from Anya for the night.
To distract her from what she was thinking, he pecked her lips, "Should I get more toys for you to play with?" He flashed a tempting smile.
Anya: "…"
She instinctively wanted to threaten but restrained by recalling the past an hour and a half. She better not provoke him.
Putting on a grim expression, she ordered him, "Go, get my panties." She wasn't going to walk around without them.
She was too innocent there. Alvin tucked his shirt, adjusted his tie, and wore his blazer under her eyes.
He flashed her a sly smile, "Officer Owen, you have two options." He picked the balls from the carpet and continued, "Your sexy thongs with two balls or nothing."
Anya's jaw dropped at his options. She tried to run from the room but he caught her smoothly and asked again, "So what is your choice, Honey?"
How she wished his velvety voice could be for talking sweet nothing or some mundane talks with her instead of strangely exciting her to do wanton things. Despite knowing he will have his way, "None."
Alvin didn't bat an eyelid when he lowered and his fingers touched her thighs, making her scream, "Alvin, I will kill you…"
With embarrassment written all over her face, Anya stepped out of the room with Alvin, just to go face-to-face with Doctor Benson and Alaric. Their expression said everything but Somehow she managed them and went downstairs.
Seeing Alvin go towards Casper and Elder Collins, she fled to her bedroom before going to the party in composure.
She saw Casper walking away when she reached her husband, "Why was he here?"
She saw Casper walking away when she reached her husband, "Why was he here?"
Alvin fished out the envelope he had shoved in his blazer. Anya hesitantly opened it, seeing his unfathomable expression and the complex mood of Elder Collins.