“Does that mean you’re going to teach me?”
Every word coming from his mouth was edged with a dark sense of hunger. I’d seen the look in his eyes more than once, a stark need that transcended basic passion. He had a side of him that he didn’t show to the rest of the world. Which was why I desperately longed for him to show it to me.
His other hand dragged down my arm as his nostrils flared. There was so much heat to us, a fire burning deep within and for a few seconds I feared we’d both go up in flames.
Like moths drawn too close to the fire.
Everywhere he touched me seared my skin until I was taking shallow breaths. He wasn’t wrong in noticing I was a very bad girl. I’d had completely inappropriate thoughts about him even while in his chambers. He continued lowering his hand, his eyes trailing behind his actions until he wrapped his fingers around the hem of my dress.
It had been a little present to myself after surviving the ordeal. The color he’d chosen for me to wear. I pushed my hand against his chest, wrapping my fingers around his shirt as he fingered my inner thigh, the tips coming dangerously close to my soaked thong. The rush of heat was intense, sharp and insistent to the point I could no longer breathe.
He slipped his hand between my thighs and my legs began to shake. Every action he took was demanding, including the way he ripped one arm over my head then the other, wrapping my wrists in heat and sweat from his huge hand.
With his eyes pinned on mine, he pressed his fingers past the lace and elastic of my thong, slipping past my swollen folds.
“Oohh…” The single moan was as scattered as the rapid thrum of my pulse.
“Wet and hot. Were you that way through dinner?”
“Yes.” Why lie to him. He would know.
A corner of his mouth lifted and he added another finger, curling them and somehow managing to hit that perfect spot. I was on my toes, fighting with his hold as he teased my pussy. He rolled his thumb around my clit, driving me to the point of seeing colorful stars.
“Oh, my God. Oh. My.” The words were muted, strangled and with the smile on his face, I knew I was pleasing him.
Because I was surrendering without hesitation. Without question.
With my eyes closed, I felt a sweet lull fall over me and without hesitation or embarrassment, I ground against his hand.
Every sound he made spun my mind and my body out of control. He slowed his actions, pumping into me with ruthless abandon. The sweet lingering of being lost in the moment became a powerful display of his full control. We both knew it. There was no sense in denying the way he’d taken full control of me.
He drove his fingers in deeper, claiming every inch as if making a point. I twisted in his hold, panting and writhing as he stretched my muscles. His rhythm was perfect, driving me to the point of letting go completely.
Another husky growl slipped from his mouth as he held me, confining me into enduring his pleasure. I tossed my head to the side, grinding harder while he thrust with crazed abandon. Themoment was intense and I lost myself, the orgasm slamming brutally against my system.
“Yes. Oh. Oh. Oh…”
I wasn’t certain how long my body remained on the sweet precipice, but suddenly, I felt a sense of loss and opened my eyes.
He lifted his hand, highlighting his slickened fingers. When he rubbed them back and forth across my lips, he didn’t need to instruct me to open my mouth.
“Good girl.” Why did his praise thrill me? He pumped his fingers into my mouth several times then suddenly, he backed away completely.
I almost stumbled forward, catching myself just before I did. With his chest rising and falling, the look on his face had become predatory.
His hands lowered to his belt. He was taking his time unfastening it.
“To the bed. Now.”
His command was harsh and dark, but something I craved. Everything with him was so unusual and I found myself obeying him. He turned to watch me just as he was tugging the strap free from his belt loops. I couldn’t take my eyes off what he was doing because I knew he was preparing to use the belt on me.
For a hard spanking.
Just like he’d promised.
Why was I tingling all over? Why was I breathless with anticipation, my pussy clenching? I licked my bottom lip, realizing it was swollen.
“Remove your clothes.”
