He extends a long finger and traces up and down the seam of my pussy. His touch through my panties makes my toes scrunch.
He hooks his fingers in the sides of my panties. A jerk, and he’s ripped them, too.
“I’ll buy you more,” he promises.
I’m too turned on to protest. I’ve never had a man look at me like this, staring at my pussy with the intensity of a starving man offered a perfect peach.
He swipes his thumb up and down, collecting juices. Tilting his head in that familiar way of his, he sucks my essence off his thumb. Tremors ripple through my tummy.
My head falls back. A flush is already spreading over my chest. I’m pretty sure I just had a mini orgasm. “What are we doing?” I ask the ceiling.
“I want to taste you. And,cara mia, I always get my way.” He lowers his dark head between my legs. His fingers stroke the sensitive skin above my knee. He turns his head to kiss the faint, shiny stretch marks I’ve had on my inner thighs since puberty, when I gained my curves. He seems fascinated by every one. His tongue glides up and down my seam, feeling incredible. Wet and wonderful, it’s so much better than my fumbling fingers. It circles my clit and goes back to lapping at my folds.
All too soon, my body clenches in on itself. My knees automatically close, but Royal holds them open so he can keep licking—long, insistent swipes that intensify the tremors until they threaten to rip me apart. My thighs strain under his grip. He’s holding me down, and it whips my climax to greater heights. My head thrashes back and forth.
Finally, the white hot edge of my orgasm passes. I relax, letting the aftershocks flow through me.
After a few final swipes of his tongue, Royal raises his head. His face is as darkly beautiful as ever. His lips are wet. He licks them.
“I’ve never done that,” I say. It’s true. My ex-boyfriend never did that for me. I never orgasmed with him.
Royal sets his palm on my pussy and grinds down gently. His touch grounds me, even as it sparks new arousal that threatens to send me soaring higher.
“This is the beginning,” he says.
CHAPTER 4
Royal
“That was amazing,”Leah sighs. She’s curled in the chair. My own cock is pressed against my slacks, but I force myself to rise and fetch a warm washcloth from the closest bathroom. I return, and press it against her slick and stimulated pussy, cleaning and soothing all at the same time. I have plans for her pussy, and I want to keep it in good working order.
That’s how I see the world. Machines that need to be fixed. Pipes and joints and screws that should be fitted together so things can run smoothly.
From the first moment I saw Leah, I knew she could benefit from my care. She’s poor, overworked, tired. No hope, and no way out. I can fix all that.
And she will fix me. She is the last piece I need to be complete.
“Tell me about yourself,” I order as I clean her.
She blinks at me, her long black lashes framing innocent eyes. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
“Why?”
I stroke her cheek. Is it too early to tell her why? This house is now her home. My bed is the only one she'll sleep in. For the rest of her life, she'll be beside me.
Maybe it's too soon to tell her all this.
“Because I want to know,” I say. She’ll need to get used to my orders sooner rather than later. She’s already most of the way there. “But if you're tired of talking, there are other things we can do. More I can show you.”
Her eyes drop to the bulge in my pants. She gulps then licks her lips, and I'm tempted to take her again. To teach her all the things I want her to know. All the pleasure she's yet to explore.
“No,” she says slowly, reluctantly. “I'll tell you everything.”
“Good.” I scoop her up and sit back down in the chair with her in my lap. Her lips part but she doesn’t protest. There’s a cashmere blanket beside the chair. I shake that out and tuck it around her. She looks incredible, her dark skin glowing in the shadows, her curves framed in soft wool.
I wait a beat, in case she finds her voice. But I can only hold back so long before I tell her, “You’re so beautiful.”
