I gulped, aware I shouldn’t be watching them. It seemed so wrong and yet so thrilling. Stranger still was my body’s reaction to them. Perhaps the memory of Xavier flogging me in this room started the burn between my legs.
The boy licked the length of her pussy, running his tongue up and down her slit before rolling over her clit. The soft suckling noises filtered into the room bringing goosebumps to my heated skin.
“Push your tongue into my pussy, pet.” Juliette smacked his arse with the crop, leaving a red welt across his pale skin.
His low groan merged with my whimper, trying to imagine what my skin looked like after the flogging. Was it that red?
The boy moved his head rapidly back and forth like he was fucking her pussy with his tongue. I squeezed my thighs, remembering Xavier’s mouth on my pussy last night.
Juliette moaned, smacking his arse again. “Good boy.” She wrapped her hand around his neck and brought him up to kiss him, licking her juices off his mouth. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. She picked up a bright pink dildo and handed it to him. “Kneel.” He did as she asked. “Fuck me like I showed you, pet.” She dropped the crop and leaned back on her hands, widening her legs.
The boy leaned down and began eating her pussy again, and while he did, he slid the dildo into her, his other hand coming up to tug lightly on the chain attached to her nipple clamps. Juliette let out a sharp groan, her body trembling as the boy fucked her hard with the dildo, his mouth on her clit.
Engrossed in their actions, I had no idea how my fingers found their way into my knickers. The aching pulse there blinded me. Eyes on them, I rubbed hard on my clit. My legs trembled, and I clenched my pussy muscles. Closing my eyes, their moans and the wet fucking noises pushed me over the edge. “God, Xavier, I’m going to—”
“Not yet, Ella.”
“Oh!” My hand stopping in my knickers, the other grasping the wall to support my spinning body, I locked gazes with Xavier.
Blue eyes roved over me, his face nothing but handsome angles and smooth expression, giving nothing away. He seemed more prominent, taller, leaning against the doorframe, or maybe the room was smaller. Slowly, he straightened, confirming it was his commanding posture. His hands slipping into his trouser pockets drew my attention to the distinct bulge at his crotch, and heat roiled through my body, aware he was aroused.
“What are you doing here?” His voice was low and husky, enhanced by a demanding edge that intimidated my mind yet thrilled my body.
I rubbed my thighs together, surprisingly turned on more by the untamed passion burning in those midnight irises than his usual gentleness. “I...I...” Suddenly shy, I couldn’t bring myself to voice my need. While he’d taken me on a ride to ecstasy yesterday, my body remained on a high I couldn’t come down from, craving completion. Yet, only with him. I needed him. Inside me. On me. Touching me. Kissing me. Devouring me.
“Go on, love, say what’s on your mind.”
“You don’t want me because of what Master did to me, because I belong to him,” I exclaimed, shame making me stare at the floor. “I’m spoiled goods?” I choked on the last words.
“What?” Xavier lashed out, his stern tone snapping my eyes up to look at him. I’d never seen him so angry before. His long legs crossed the floor in two quick strides.
“Is that what you think?” the words rumbled out of his chest, the strength of his anger forcing me back against the wall. “After everything I’ve given you, is that what you really think?” I flinched, not from fear but regret for accusing him without thought. “That I’m ashamed of you?” His eyes burned, dilated with rage, and something so powerful, it seared my soul. I’d just insulted the one man who showed me he wasn’t a monster.
I swallowed to ease the dryness lining my throat, unsure how to answer. “Why won’t you—” I found my voice but lost the ability to speak openly about my desires.
“What?” he inched closer, and my legs shook from the pure lust replacing the anger in his eyes, urging my fingers to grip my dress tight to keep my balance. “Fuck you?” he breathed. My bottom lip between my teeth, I nodded. His gaze latched onto my lip, and his breathing sped up. “Ella,” he hissed, slapping the wall on either side of my head, his beautiful face so close, his warm breath kissed my lips. “If I had to fuck you right now, I can’t give you what you need.”
I tried to hide my disappointment. “What’s that?”
His breathing heavy, he gripped the hand still in my knickers. “I fuck hard, love.” His eyes bore into mine, their azure depths wrestling waves of calm and arousal. “And every stunning inch of you riles my body into an unrivaled arousal I’m fighting to control.”
He brought my hand up to his lips, slowly sucking off my fluids, first one finger, then the next, his eyes never straying from mine. I whimpered against the silky warmth of his mouth, desperate to have his lips on mine.
“But you need untriggered gentleness, and I wouldn’t be able to give you that right now.” His words took me back to that evening beside the pool and how his tender touch had soothed my broken soul. And even though he’d been rough with my mouth in the bathroom, I knew he’d never intentionally hurt me.
Calling on all the strength I’d learned from his words alone, I palmed his cheek with my free hand. “Then don’t give me what I need,” I hesitated, licking my lips. “Give me what I want. Give me what I crave. All my life, I was treated like one, but with you, it’s different. I want to beyourfilthy little whore,yourdirty slut.” His eyes widened. I didn’t stop, letting my desire give me courage. “The one who’ll offeryouher throat, swallowyourcum and not gag. The one who wantsyouto push her up against this wall and use her body to live every single one ofyourdirty, dark fantasies.” I wanted him to unleash his own animalistic desires like he’d done in the bathroom that night. Yet, he’d run, fearful he’d hurt me. “My body was scarred, but I have never wanted a knife pricking my skin as much as I wantyourhands pressing down on that blade. My neck has never wanted to be squeezed as much as I wantyourcollar on me. I want to belong toyou.I wantyou, sir.”
“Jesus Christ.” He inhaled a ragged breath, his lust-filled eyes drinking me in. “Fuck, Ella.” His mouth slammed down on mine, his kiss hard, aggressive, devouring me, his hand wrapped around my throat, his fingers biting into my flesh. But God, it was soul-crushing the way my body responded to him. Fire burning through every cell, red hot flames licking at my pussy. I moaned low and long, fingers gripping his shirt, fearing he’d pull away. I grasped his other hand and brought it to my wet knickers, demanding he touch me. His growl rumbled out his chest and into my mouth, his hand squeezing my mound.
He broke the kiss too soon, breathing as hard as I was. Silently, he glanced at Juliette and her friend, then back to me. Her moans resonating in the air around us only served to heighten my desire. His hand moved, pressing a button next to the window. A shutter slid down, silencing their act of love.
“Ella,” he dragged my name out with a long sigh. “I’m so fucking consumed by you, I might hurt you if I give in.” His words took me back to last night and how he’d brought me pleasure through pain without fucking me.
“I’m not a child. I’m a woman who craves a man’s touch, but only if he’s you. You’ll never hurt me, and I don’t want you to hold back with me. I want everything you have to offer.” I gripped his shirt. “I trust you, Xavier,” I whispered shyly, never having used his name before.
His eyes flared with realization before his hand on my throat squeezed a little more, the touch rough against my delicate skin, but I felt no fear. “Then be a good girl and give me whatIneed.”
“What?” I found my voice.
