He doesn’t come. Instead, he pulls out and with shaking hands he unhooks mine and flips me so my ass is out. He jerks the rope at my pussy, pulling on my body, a sharp burn I relish as his panting sings in the air.
I can feel him crack. The frantic shake to his hands, the eagerness, and then he plunges into me.
He almost collapses. “So fucking good, Monty.”
He slams into me, setting me off. I’m already there on that edge, my control nothing but thin walls of smoke and mirrors that crash and burn the moment he sinks into me.
Lucian fucks me hard, his cock stretching me, reaching deep.
There’s no control to his movements, no rhythm. It’s a wild rutting that’s more thrilling than it should be.
And everything I want.
He slams into me. His muscles tense. He trembles, a guttural sound breaking free, and I moan low, my body embracing his cum. I fly up and into one last orgasm before, tangled with him, I hit the ground.
Satiated.
At least for now.
The dress I’m wearing is silver, gorgeous, a simple sheath that shows off my curves. I pin my curls back.
The main bedroom, his bedroom, of his castle in the sky has things for me. More clothes. Makeup. Pretty, wispy lingerie that should anger me that he’d bought for me, had everything picked out by someone else for me. A few days ago it would have infuriated me, but not anymore.
Because I’ve never had such nice things.
My wardrobe outside of work-type clothing tends to jeans and hoodies, to panties of cotton and bras that do their job.
But these?—
I slide another pin into my hair, admiring how the choker is perfect with this dress. Slowly I run a thumb along the smooth underside of it, the space between where it sits and my thumb tight.
It clasps at the back with what feels like a small lock. And as I pull at it with my thumb, I realize something.
I could rip it off. Unlike the one he used to control me, I could rip this one off.
But the more I consider it, but more I realize I don’t want to.
I sigh and drop my hand, pick up a tube of red lipstick and apply it, and then I sweep my lashes with mascara.
Finally, I slide my feet into silver high heels and go looking for him.
Lucian isn’t here.
But the elevator is.
The doors are open.
I stand in front of it. Staring.
Heart thudding, I step inside and press the bottom button. Nothing happens. I work my way up all the buttons until one of them lights and the doors close.
It takes me down to where the offices for VMR begin. But not his floor.
My blood’s rushing fast. Is Lucian giving me a little freedom?
If he is, I decide not to take the bait, if that’s what it is. Besides, there’s nothing for me down here. He’ll be in his office so?—
I stop.
