Suka.
I swear my cock has never been this rigid, this needy, this close to breaking its way out on its own. But no, I’m not some horny-ass teenager. I’ve got to keep my cool, rein in my raging boner before it takes over.
She tilts her head back, eyes on the ceiling, lips parting just enough to let the words slip free.
“I’ve created a monster,”she mutters, like she’s speaking to the fucking gods.“A sexy, irresistible monster.”
I go still.
Sexy. Irresistible. The words hit like a live wire, crackling through me, setting fire to something dark and possessive.
She’sturned onbyme.
The muscle in my jaw tightens. My breath hitches, shallow and ragged, as I struggle to hold in the lust clawing at my control.
But then she whispers, “Yes… Master,” lowering the toy from her pert, pink nipple to the apex between her legs.
“Chyort voz’mi.” I try to stay calm, but her next moan shatters my fragile restraint.
“Yes… Master.” Her hand moves the toy in hypnotic circles, teasing her clit. I inhale sharply, my cock straining painfully, desperate to be enveloped in her warmth, to tease and torment her sensitive flesh.
“Oh… fuck.” Her body arches, tits bouncing in a way that makes my gut clench with pure, animal desire. All I can think about is having them in my face, grabbing and sucking on them without holding back.
“Yes, please, Master, punish me.” Her voice is a sultry plea, dripping with desire.
She’s got this thing for punishment, and damn, it sends a dark thrill racing through me. Suddenly, that old fire of desire is roaring back to life. It’s been a while—okay, forever—since I last hooked up. Maybe ignoring it just fueled the blaze that’s about to consume me. I get up, pour myself more cognac, craving its fire to calm my lust.
But it doesn’t work.
With glass in hand, I walk over to the one-way mirror. I take a slow sip, letting the expensive sting linger in my mouth while I watch her. Through the glass, she’s trembling right on the edge—the look in her eyes says there’s no stopping what’s coming. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my madness in check, even as every part of me screams to plunge into her ecstasy aboutme.
In the back of my mind, dirty thoughts swirl—I want to be the reason for her explosive moans, to feel her undeniable tightness around my cock, each thrust a claim of raw, primal desire.
“Yes, Master. Please. I need more. Take me, claim me, fill me…” Her voice cuts through, desperate and inviting.
From where I stand, I see her now, riding a wave of fevered passion as she works the green toy with more and more urgency, pushing herself harder and faster until every part of her is humming with desire.
For fuck’s sake.
I knock back a long, burning gulp of cognac, hoping it’ll quench the fire roaring through my veins. It doesn’t. Nothing can smother that blaze—not when she’s spinning fantasies around me. With my control shattered, I stand like a shadow, moving steadily toward the door. It’s time to give my little burglar a proper intro to the man she’s been dying to meet.
I push open the door connecting to my bedroom; the scent of fresh soap and something sweet wafts over me—like vanilla, maybe.
The moaning sound of her pleasure echoes off the walls, a symphony of need that drowns out everything else. My footsteps are silent as I cross the room, settling into a chair beside my portrait, watching her as if I’m outside my own body.
She’s close, so damn close, and I’m transfixed. Just as she’s about to send herself over the edge with the dildo, her eyes flicker open, landing on my portrait. And then, like a lightning strike, she locks eyes with me. Her breath catches, realization crashing over her like a tidal wave.
She’s been caught red-handed.
14
Bella
You know that moment in horror movies where the protagonist realizes they're not alone?
Yeah, this is worse.Wayworse. Because I'm sprawled out on some stranger's ridiculously expensive sheets, high as a kite, with my green monster buzzing away between my legs like it's having a party of its own.
Andhe'shere.
