“Touch yourself,” he whispers. “Touch yourself while I hold you and play with these fucking perfect nipples. I want to look into your eyes when you climax.”
I’m still facing him, straddling him, while I obey. My hand shakes as I reach for my pussy while he stares into my eyes.
“Do exactly what I say,” he orders.
I nod. I can’t breathe as I hold my breath and start to stroke. My hips buck with the first wave of bliss, as he bends his mouth to my nipples again. I had no idea I was this turned on, but I’m already swollen and wet, so ready to come.
My need to climax builds as he licks my left nipple and squeezes the right. “That’s it, babygirl,” he whispers against my naked skin before he resumes suckling. I whimper and turn away, as if somehow that will help the growing need to come.
I cry out when I feel the bite of pain on my nipple. “Eyes on me,” he growls. “You heard what I said to do.”
With every ripple of pleasure, I feel so exposed I want to hide. I feel bared and open, but I want to please him. I want him to know I won’t disobey him, not again.
But I’m not his,I think to myself, while he tortures my nipples and my body teems with pleasure and need.
He pulls his mouth off my nipple long enough to warn me, “If you take your eyes off of me, I won’t let you climax.”
I open my mouth to ask him how exactly he’ll prevent me from making myself climax, but then think better of it. Something tells me he knows exactly how to do that, and at this point, I don’t want to find out.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, holding my gaze. “I can’t take my eyes off of you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Keep stroking, baby. I’ll reward you for being a good girl.”
I stroke and moan, my hips jerking of their own accord.
“When you’re with me, Savannah, you enter my world. I’ll teach you what it means to submit.” He leans down and whispers against the curve of my ear, “Come, Savannah. I want to watch you while you climax.”
At his words, I shatter. My body explodes into pure pleasure. I’m swept away in a tidal wave, enveloped in such a blissful sensation of euphoria, I lose total control over my body and slump against him.
“Good girl,” he whispers as he holds me. “Good girl.”
Now I know what Thayer meant when he said he would destroy me. He’s ruined me for anyone else.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Thayer
I wanther so badly that I can hardly think. I can hardly breathe. I’m so damn obsessed with my need to really make Savannah mine, I’m driving myself insane.
I hold her against me after she climaxes, breathing through my own need to fuck her, so damn hard it hurts.
But I can’t take advantage of her like that, and after everything she’s been through, that’s exactly what I’d be doing. She came to me for protection. I don’t regret putting her over my lap and I definitely don’t regret making her climax, but if I make love to her?—
“Would aftercare include making love?”
Yeah, baby. With you, it absolutely would.
I love the way she feels against me, small and vulnerable and submissive. She clings to me like she needs me, and it’s been so damn long since I’ve felt needed.
I know a part of her wondered if what we did was real or not, and that’s my fault. I can’t let go of the fact that we’re not supposed to be together. Only a douche would take advantage of a girl who’s barely legal and practically family, and I pride myself on not taking advantage of women. It can be hard sometimes, when women bring themselves to Le Luxe,ready to submit and eager to please, but I didn’t earn my position by fucking them over.
Real? Goddamn. Nothing in my life has ever beenmorereal.
I run my hand through her hair, willing my pulse to stop. To give her the aftercare and attention she craves. I hold her to my chest until her breathing slows and settles.
“I need you safe, Savannah,” I tell her.
