“Good.” He sounds pleased. “If things become too much for you, say the word Red, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
My heart is pounding as I nod. “Okay.”
“Sit up.”
I do as I’m told, pushing myself up. When I feel the cushions of the lounger shift, I realize he’s climbing on it behind me. His fingers skim the skin between my shoulders, and I gasp, but I don’t move. He takes hold of the hidden zipper at the back of my dress and slowly drags it down. I’m not wearing a bra and shiver when the dress falls from my chest, exposing my bare breasts.
Jayce pushes my dress down to my waist, then presses his hand flat against my back. The feel of his hot, rough palm and fingers against my skin has me arching my back and whimpering softly. Every touch feels heightened because I can’t see it coming.
He slides his hand up and around my shoulders, wrapping his hand around my throat and pulling me back against his broad chest. His shirt is open, and I can feel the hard planes of his chiseled torso, and my pussy starts to ache.
He holds me tight and runs his lips up the side of my throat to my ear.
“You’re mine, tonight.” I can feel the rumbling of his deep voice in his chest. “I’m going to use this perfect little body however I want. I’m going to make you cum so hard, you can’t think of anything but me, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard, your pussy feels me for days. Now, tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I whimper.
“Louder.”
“You, Jayce!” I moan. “I belong to you.”
He chuckles. The sound is dark and wicked, and I have to claw the bed’s cushions to keep from reaching behind me to touch him.
Jayce releases my throat. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I immediately lean forward and readjust my position. Once I’m set, he grabs my dress and drags it down my hips, lifting one leg at a time to free me from the garment completely. I’m left in nothing but my black lace thong and thigh-high stockings.
“Mmmm,” he growls, running his finger along the edge of one stocking. “I like that. We’ll leave those on.”
He moves behind me and takes my hips in both his hands like he has every right to. Like I really belong to him. Like he owns me.
Why do I find that idea so fucking hot?
“You are beautiful.” He slides one hand slowly back up my back while the other continues firmly holding my hip. My cheeks heat at his words, and my heart races. I know guys find me attractive, but I don’t think any man has actually called me beautiful. It makes butterflies flit around in my belly.
Jayce continues to explore my body, taking his time as he touches me. He reaches around me and cups my breasts, weighing them in his hands and pinching my nipples. He’s not rough, and in fact, is quite light and gentle. Goosebumps break out along my arms when he trails his fingertips back down my back to my ass. He grips my asscheeks and squeezes them, then massages them before slipping one finger under my thong and pulling it to the side.
A breeze brushes along my exposed pussy and I bite back a gasp.
“I knew you’d be pretty here.” He brushes a finger over the top of my sensitive lips. “But you’re fucking perfect. Pinkand soft and already soaking wet. You’d take my cock easily, wouldn’t you? I could shove it in right now and your body wouldn’t resist.”
I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be responding, but since he hasn’t told me to, I stay quiet. Not that I’m really capable of speech, though. If I opened my mouth right now, pretty sure all I’d be capable of is a moan.
“Don’t worry, Starling.” He presses his finger more firmly against my pussy. “I’m in no rush. I need to make sure you lose your mind before I fuck you.”
He begins rubbing my pussy and I can’t hold back my moan any longer. His fingers work my folds, and I arch my back, pushing myself more firmly into his hand. That makes him chuckle.
“Eager, I see. I like that, Starling. I want to know that you’re feeling good.”
He slips a finger inside me and I let out a little cry.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He’s sounding more breathy now. “Has it been awhile, baby?”
Nodding, I manage a weak, “Yeah.”
“That’s all right. Just means I have to take extra care of you.”
He moves his finger slowly, sliding it in and out of me, moving it in circles to carefully stretch me out. Pleasure pulses through me, heating my blood and making my heart hammer. I can feel how wet I’m getting. It’s like he’s luring it out of me until I’m dripping. The man knows what he’s doing. He knows how to work my pussy in a way no one ever has before. He’s only fingering me, but this already feels more intense than any of the short-lived relationships I had in college, or the quickies I’ve had since. I’ve resorted to using my own hand rather than finding a guy more times than I can count because I just haven’t had the desire to go through the song and dance of dating only to be left frustrated and unsatisfied.
