And just as I feel myself peaking, the door busts open, and I hear his voice fill the room.
“Stop. Now.”
His face is primal, a warrior claiming his prize as he stalks into the room, his dress shirt already unbuttoned as he loosens his belt.
As he reaches me, he takes in my dishevelled state.
“Fuck.” He grabs my hand and slowly sucks at my fingers, closing his eyes and savouring the taste.
Some masochistic part of me wants to tell him that his little game has backfired, but I value my life, so instead, I flutter my eyes and hope to God he’s here to put right what he started.
“Put your hands behind the chair, and don’t fucking move them.” His gaze is predatory as I loop my arms behind the chair.
“Have I disappointed you?”
He grabs my throat and tips my head back.
“You could never disappoint me, angel. Never. I’m here to take over.” He kneels and then pushes on my inner thighs as his head dips, his tongue claiming me.
“Oh God.” There’s little work for him to do as his fingers curl inside me, his tongue caressing my clit.
“Fucking hell, Valdemar. Fuck.” I come, my body exploding to the crescendo of his name.
Breathing hard, I wilt, but before I have time to return to earth, he’s unzipped his trousers.
“Get on the floor on all fours,” he commands.
Almost sliding off the chair, I do as I’m told.
His cock eases into me as he goes to grab my hair.
“Not my hair,” I tell him. “It took me ages to curl.”
“Fine. But this is for teasing me.” He wraps his hand around my throat and pulls my head back.
“You started it,” I tell him.
“And I’m going to fucking finish it.”
He lets go of my throat, then grabs my waist and pounds into me, bringing tears to my eyes. He’s rough, he’s carnal, and I can’t get enough of him. I push back, grinding myself against him as his hand snakes between my legs and rubs my clit.
Pulling me up so my back is flush with his chest, he whispers in my ear. “Look in the mirror.”
There’s no embarrassment now, only raw sexual desire as I watch him take me from behind, one hand massaging me, his other squeezing my breast. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Just as I peak, he comes, hard and fast. I shudder against him, my climax tearing through me like a power surge. His hold is tight as my body descends from the high and sags from exhaustion.
“I’ll never get tired of this,” he tells me.
“Noted. But we have a dinner to attend in less than an hour.”
“Plenty of time.” Valdemar pulls out and tells me to stay put.
I can still feel the tremors of my orgasm, and it makes me want us to lock ourselves away in his bedroom and cancel the dinner.
When he returns, he’s armed with a warm washcloth, which he uses to clean me.
Sitting up, I try to fan out my curls.
