“Yes.”
“Do you fantasize about it?” he asks as his finger begins to curl inside me.
I grip the chain of the cuffs in my hands. “Yes.”
“Who do you think about?” His finger continues to swirl inside of me, all the while his pointer finger and his ring finger are flat against my lips, parting them to the side.
“You. Always you,” I breathe. “Only you.”
“Good girl. And what am I doing for you?” He lowers his mouth down to my pussy again, his fingers still parting me, his other finger still inside.
My grip tightens. “Making me come.”
“Can anyone else make you come like I can?” he asks, his breath hot on my clit.
“No. No one.”
I feel him smirk against my hot, begging skin.
“Good girl.”
With that, he thrusts his finger in and out of me, his mouth covering me as he licks and sucks.
“Fuck!” I writhe on the bed, thrashing as the orgasm gets closer and closer. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Harder.Harder.”
“Say it again,” he growls, reaching up with his free hand to play with my nipple. Every nerve in every erogenous zone of my body is being teased. I am coming undone.
“Fuck me harder!”
With that, the orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. I gush over the bed, my hips grinding involuntarily against his face, and I can’t stop.
When the orgasm finally releases me, Ransome unhooks the cuffs, freeing my hands from the frame.
I rub my wrists and sure enough, they’re red. But Ransome’s eyes are both fire and ice as he looks down at me.
“Who do you belong to,dorogoya?” he asks.
“You.”
48
RANSOME
“Your coffee, sir.”
Amara hands me my steaming cup with a seductive little smile. She’s wearing red today. A tailored, fitted dress that cuts just above the knees. The neckline is high and I want to rip it, giving her some cleavage. But I also don’t want to share her. And I know what’s under that material. The second another man catches a glimpse, I’ll have to kill him, and I just had the office repainted.
“And your schedule,” she says as I walk to my desk.
I sit down and look up at her.
Fuck me.
It’s taking every ounce of willpower not to yank her onto my desk and have my way with her. I am a man of constraint. But this woman pushes me.
“Anything else?” she asks.
“No. That will be all for now.”
