I flipped my hair over to one side and leaned down, tickling his cheek with my nose as I whispered, “I know the kind of man you are. The kind that gets off on a woman’s pleasure. The kind that looks at a wet pussy and salivates. You’ll be my little dog, and I’ll edge you until you can’t help but scream my name.” My hips rocked against his length, making him suck in another breath.
“Youcravethis, Damon…”
I straightened over him, shifting up so that my breasts touched his chin once more. He looked like he was going to taste me, but I moved away.
“Open your mouth.”
Damon’s eyes met mine as my finger brushed beneath his chin and tilted his head back. Slowly, I watched that stern hatred leave his gaze, and he dropped his jaw.
Warmth puddled in my core, so much so that I was surprised I was not dripping on his cock by how wet I became. Seeing that surrender, that trust in what I was about to offer him… I had not threatened to kill him, had not told him I would beat him senseless if he did not do as he was told.
I offered him freedom, and the hunter took it. It was sexier than anything I’d ever seen—anything I’d ever felt.
My hand wrapped around his cheeks, hollowing them out as I squeezed. “Stick out your tongue.”
I delighted at seeing his tongue move, feeling his body shake, his knuckles paling against the armchair as he suffered beneath my shadows. And when his tongue was where I wanted it, I pushed higher on my knees and collected saliva from every corner of my mouth. It dripped in an elongated lead from my mouth and hovered over his tongue a moment before landing on its target. I released Damon’s face, pleased with him as he swallowed.
Sitting back on his knees, I began to stroke that big cock of his between my hands, rewarding him for his behavior. “Now, tell me what you’ll say when you’ve had enough,” I asked in a sing-song voice.
Damon’s jaw tightened, his chest heaving as he watched me. “Mercy,” he whispered in a gravelly voice.
“Sorry, what was that?” I asked as I squeezed his cock, and a drop of precum dripped over my thumb.
“Mercy,” he ground out.
I chuckled at the strain on his face and reached up to pat his bearded cheek. “Someone’s been doing their research. What agood boy.”
CHAPTER SIX - DAMON
SON OF A fucking bitch.
I was used to being in charge—in both my professional life and my personal. But this…
She was right. I did enjoy pleasing my women, but I had not experienced this. A woman who knew exactly what she wanted, who would reprieve me of any show I might think I have to put on to please her. This was freedom and total unrestraint. I hated to admit how much I wanted to know what she would do to me, what she was already doing to me, what she’d want me to do to her.
Mary stood off my lap then, causing my abs to constrict with the vacancy of her warmth. Her broad hips and ass swayed as she moved back a few steps. The lingerie she’d summoned with her shadows had me salivating. After the way she’d sucked my dick, I was ready to taste her, feel her, touch her—had been prepared to turn her ass bright red as I fucked her across the desk.
Though, maybe she’d let me do that later.
The shadows… Why had I not anticipated them? Of all the stories of her, I’d missed that detail. I knew her favorite word for clemency. It was easy enough. But her ability to control shadows? That was something no one had ever spoken of.
As she caressed her palm with the end of the heart-shaped crop and one of those shadows stroked my cheek, I realized I did not mind the surprise. It was an interesting sensation, to be bound by something not corporeal. It was heavy and weightless all at once—tendrils of smoke with the ability to harden into ropes. What else she could do with them made me curious, especially with how she was staring at me right then.
Hunger burned in her scarlet eyes, her lips twitching in delighted satisfaction. She dragged the crop across her hand again, and my chest caved with a heavy exhale. Her heels were light on the floor, clopping and stalking as she made her way toward me. And when she reached me, she moved the crop slowly up the center of my chest, from my abs up between my pectorals—a steady progression that caused my cock to twitch with anticipation. She stepped around the chair, letting that leather tease my body with every excruciating second.
The first strike across my pec elicited a gasp from within me. Her lips flinched upward, the two different colors of her eyes staring me down with delighted glory. She struck again, harder this time. My skin tingled beneath the red sting, but every strike made my cock strain.
“You like this, don’t you,” she asked, that dark velvet voice so like a torturous song that my eyes rolled. Her nails raked across the back of my neck as the crop once more tickled my chest.
She brought it down again—grasping my hair and pulling my head back as she did, and I shifted in my seat as precum dribbled over the length of my dick. Her deep chuckle vibrated the thick air.
“You do,” she taunted. Her fingers ran through my hair, rough and demeaning, yet the most delicious head massage I’d ever experienced. She leaned over me, her breasts brushing the back of my head.
“I’m going to suck your cock, hunter,” she whispered against my lips. “And every time you think about coming, I’ll remind you to who you belong to tonight.”
Her teeth grabbed onto my bottom lip, and tugging until blood sprang from my flesh. The kiss she pressed to my cheek made me attempt to lean up, but to no avail, and I was left struggling against the chair as she came back around to my front.
“I love this,” she said, tracing the heart-shaped mark she’d left on the right side of my chest. “How many of these will you have before this night is over? Will you listen to your mistress, or will you behave poorly enough for me to mark up all these beautiful muscles?”
