The flash of pleasure was enigmatic, forcing her toes to curl. There wasn’t a portion of her body that wasn’t quivering from the intense vibrations, her breath ripped away. She gasped, dropping her head as the vibrations rushed into her pussy. There was no way she could stop her muscles from clenching, clamping down on a nonexistent cock.
“Oh. Fuck. Fuck!”
Growling, he inched closer. “You’re beautiful when you’re hungry to come but only do so when I allow you to. If you disobey me, you’ll be punished all over again.”
“You’re… terrible,” she managed through clenched teeth.
His response was flicking the knob further, his grin becoming evil, highlighting the sexy as fuck dimple in the middle of his chin. Right now, she wanted to wipe it off his face.
Moaning, she closed her eyes in an effort to try to stop an orgasm that was right around the bend. The sensations were strong enough to bring tears to her eyes. She’d never experienced such extreme pleasure, the kind that bordered the most heinous pain, near agony.
“Fuck. Fuck!” Every part of her was wet.
Her pussy.
Her neck.
Her breasts.
She was unable to think clearly as he stood in front of her, shaking his head.
“What I would give to have weeks with you, locking you away to do exactly what I commanded you to do. Imagine the rounds of pleasure, the turmoil of pain you’d experience. The weeks could change your life.” Pierre allowed her to see the control mechanism. “I only have this on medium. Imagine what high will do.”
“I… And what would…” She couldn’t put a single coherent sentence together no matter how hard she tried.
“Yes, I would keep you shackled, even caged while I was away, only to be set free by my command. How would you handle that, sweet Ashley? Would you thrive or go mad?”
“Pierre, I…” She licked her dry lips, watching with fascination as he twisted the knob again. The instant jolt of electricity wasbrutal yet beautiful, creating the kind of dazzling sensations that she’d never be able to describe.
He knelt down in front of her, dragging the tawse across her breasts. “Imagine the types of punishment I would inflict, the rush of ecstasy allowed. But only when you were a good girl. I’m no longer certain that you know what that means.”
She took several deep breaths before biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying. There was no way she could hold back much longer. She could tell he was toying with her, teasing her on several levels but there was an absolute darkness swimming in his eyes. Even with his banter, he was grilling her. “Pierre!”
“Is there something you need to confess? Do you need to tell me truly naughty things you’ve done in your life?” Leaning over, he kissed her on the cheek then slid his open mouth to hers, darting his tongue around her lips. “Confession is good for the soul. You don’t even have to be Catholic.”
When he turned the intensity all the way up, she lost it, her body shaking violently as the climax came in wave after wave. “Oh, God! Yes. Yes!” Her scream was high pitched, floating in the room.
Pierre hovered in front of her, lifting her chin with two fingers. “As I said, you’re a very bad girl. The kind of training you’d need would be all encompassing, taking hours of my time. I’m not even certain you could handle that.”
“Fuck… You…” Sophia was unable to stop the harsh words from escaping as the orgasm ripped away at her sanity, the vibrations never stopping. They drilled into her very core, yanking her into darkness.
“I think you have that wrong, sweetheart. It’s the other way around.” He crushed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue inside.
She tasted remnants of wine and bourbon, the intensity filling her mouth. Everything was more extreme, heightened in a way that left her exhausted and weak. Their tongues swirled together in a forceful manner, both vying to take the lead.
When he broke the kiss, he smacked the strap against her breasts, hard enough she yelped. “Hours and hours I’d take until I broke you, molded you. Then you’d truly belong to me.”
“I could… never belong to you.”
“We shall see about that.”
Why did she have the feeling that he was telling the truth?
“You have rocked my world, lady. You have no idea.” Pierre’s words were laced with a different vibe.
She anticipated that he would take her right here, fucking her then dropping her off at the hotel. When he released her, holding her in a gentle caress until she stopped shaking, she was thrown by his change in behavior. Exhausted, she clung to him, fingering his shirt. Her instinct was to remain wary, find a way to get out of his sight.
But her desires had indeed awakened her, allowing her to experience things she would likely never have the opportunity to again.
