"I've been waiting forever," I complain.
“I gave you a simple set of instructions,” he says as he leans forward and levels his penetrating gaze with mine. His dark and dangerous stare makes my heart pound in my chest like a drum.
I choose not to respond. Instead I look away.
“Pardon me,” he says, taking a step inside the bathroom. I get out of his way. Once the door is closed, he reaches behind him and turns the lock. Our gazes meet, very much aware of the click ringing in the silent room. "Who said the game had started yet?" His voice is dripping with cocksureness.
Well, I'm done playing.
"Whatever." I roll my eyes. "If I were you, I’d demand my money back because I can come harder when I rub my thighs together than with this stupid Lush toy," I spit at him.
"Is that so?" Amusement plays across his lips and something incredibly dangerous flashes in his eyes. You'd think that I’d know better after over a decade, but instead, I provoke him even further.
"Hell, yeah.”
"Tell me more." There's a voice in my head screaming at me that his invitation is a trick to dupe me into selling my soul, but that does little to stop me.
"I can sit on that chaise," I point my thumb over my shoulder. "and lose my mind within five minutes. It would take me ten times that with this useless and stupid toy I have stuck up my vagina,” I tell him. “You're more than welcome to watch. I can give you a private performance, if you'd like," I say with effrontery.
He ignores me.
He loops my small handbag around his wrist. The visual is absolutely hilarious. If I weren’t this flummoxed, I’d lose my head laughing. What he does next leaves my jaw dropped. Right there in the middle of our argument, he starts playing with his phone.
Seriously? He’s checking his bloody messages?
“Barrett, I can’t belie—” This strange sensation takes over my body. “Oh, sheeeet,” I squeal in a high-pitched voice.
Oh.
My.
God.
“That was entirely incomprehensible," he mocks.
“Wh-what the hell was that?” I ask when I can breathe again.
"You mean this?"
He does it again. This time I fold in half.
The Lush comes to life between my legs. The vibration causes the inserted extremity to tickle against my G spot, while the slender tip caresses my clit.
Here I was gyrating against a mattress to feel something—anything— and finally, my prayers have been answered. The pressure of the head rubbing against my tight bundle of nerves feels so fucking good.
“You were saying, kitten?”
“Y-you. Fuck. God.”
Yeah, none of it makes any sense.
His grin is so wide it takes over his face.
“What was that?”
Barrett lowers his eyes to his iPhone again. And then my pussy starts to tremble again.
“Oh, Jesus.” I call on a higher power, knowing that it’s in vain. No one can save me. What Barrett wants, Barrett gets. “It’s a vibrator,” I finally manage. “And you control it.”
“You have such a keen power of observation," he mocks. “Thanks to this brilliant little app, you and I are going to have a lot of fun,” he says waving his iPhone in front of me.
“Holy shit.” My mouth falls open.
Barrett controls the toy that’s pressed against my clit.
Of course he does.
He’s calling all the shots.
Of course he is.
He bloody owns me.
What else is new?
I gulp at the realization, my stomach twisting with nervous anticipation.
Dear God. I’m so fucked. Literally.
I know I'm at a disadvantage here, but that still doesn't prevent me from fighting, even feebly. “You’re a monster—”
“Tsk. That pretty little mouth should be thanking me. Not scolding me.”
The Lush pulses again. Very soft at first, but as Barrett's eyes squint into nothing more than two emerald green slivers, the pulse becomes stronger and stronger. My cheeks flush and my knees weaken. On the verge of collapsing to the floor, I reach out and grab his forearms.
"I guess the Lush isn't broken after all," he grins.
Damn me for speaking too quickly.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” I nod vehemently. “Kitten, I asked you a question. I want, ‘Yes, Barrett’, or ‘Yes, Sir’. If you're so inclined, you can also say, ‘Yes, Master’. Those are acceptable answers."
My heart hammers so hard in my chest, I'm surprised that I can even hear him. I consider him, my nostrils flaring with each labored breath.
“Yes, Master.” Two words, but you wouldn’t believe the thrill that courses through me as I speak them.
The corner of his lips lifts up into a triumphant smile. Bastard. “You're such a docile little kitten," he praises. “That sweet submissive answer has my cock raging,” he says. “You know what?”
I shake my head. Crap. “I mean, no.”
“You’re a fast learner. I like that.” That almighty grin again. “I’m going to have to reward you when we get back to the hotel. Do you know what I’m going to give you?”
“No,” I breathe heavy.
“I’m going to lean my weight against your back with one hand clamped behind your neck, mashing your face against the pillow. The other hand will play with your hard clit as my meaty—and very hungry—ten-inch cock rams through your tight ass over, and over, and over again until the only thing we hear in the room is my name muffled against the pillow as you tumble over the edge. You’ll thank me for filling your ass with my abundant release. And then you’ll please me even further by squeezing that ass until every last bit of my warm cum drips out of it. You know how I like it.” He punctuates that deluge of wantonness with a sly side-smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“My God, the dirty talking alone will make me come,” I confess fanning myself.
“That would be such a shame. I went through so much trouble to buy you this little gift. I want you to enjoy it… pulse…”
“Ah,” I gasp.
“…after pulse.”
“Ah,” I gasp again.
“…after pulse.”
“Jesus Christ.”
With each promise, Barrett intensifies the pressure. My pussy is on fire.
"So, in other words, things will unfold the way I see fit tonight," he warns.
Barrett unrepentant, I know. This Barrett? I have no idea who the hell he is. Perhaps I should be worried about this extreme dominance, but the way my pussy clenches, I already know I'll enjoy succumbing to his will.
“Are we on the same page?”
Oh, now you ask my opinion.
“Yes, we are.”
My smart mouth has already gotten me into enough trouble. Yes, I love it when he punishes me, but I’m not masochistic. Master Barrett is unleashed enough, no need to add fuel to the fire and turn the man into a sadist.
Without warning, he takes several steps forward forcing me to do the same in reverse. We’re at this dance for several steps. He stops for only a beat to drop my Gucci bag on the chaise as we traverse the bathroom. After those unexpected pulses, my clit feels incredibly sensitive to every step I take as the toy nudges snugly against my nub. Suddenly, my back hits a wall. My breath hitches in my throat.
Fuck.
"There's nowhere for you to go, kitten," he grins. He places his free hand above my head against the wall. With his dominating frame, he’s essentially caging me in. His stare is all-consuming. I could lose myself in that intense gaze without ever feeling the need to find my way back. I swear he looks like the big bad wolf in Little Red Riding Hood and I’m the little lamb that’s about to get slaughtered. I guess I should say, that’s about to come her head off. "Now, the game begins."
His abrupt announcement jars me from my thoughts.
He doesn’t even give me a chance to think. Barrett presses that magic button on h
is iPhone that threatens to make me lose my goddamn mind.
“Argh!” I shout.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he shakes his head with his lips pursed. "Here are the rules, kitten. One, you have to keep very quiet. Two, you don't touch yourself—not even your tits. Three, I want your eyes on me as I take you over the edge. You so much as blink, and I’ll go downstairs to have a drink and leave you here like this with the broken Lush and that chaise so that you can gyrate until you climax.” His amusement is palpable. “You understand?"
"Yes,” I pant.
He does it again.
“Christ.” That comes out louder than I expected.
"I can keep that up all night long. Every time you gasp, my trousers feel a little tighter as my cock stirs. The fact that I won’t be able to do anything about it right here, will be your demise, kitten."
I open my mouth to say something, but honestly how the hell do you respond to that?
“Let's do that again. What's rule number one?" Barrett asks.
"Okay, okay, I got it," I say quickly.
"I want to hear it," he tells me in a raspy whisper.
"I-I have to be quiet."
He nods.
I'm so flipping turned on, it’s a struggle not to moan loudly.
I slide down the wall in a seated position and press my slick thighs together. Barrett seems to like that because he flashes me a wide smile. At the same time, the current of the vibration increases to unbearable levels.
Barrett takes a step closer and leans towards me so that his lips are caressing my right temple. “You’re totally at my mercy, kitten.” Yes, I am. “I decide when you come and how hard. How many times have I told you that your pussy belongs to me? I hope you believe me now."
I'm willing to believe anything that comes out of your mouth. Anything.
"I do, I do, I do," I chant softly as pleasure floods through my body.
My nipples are stiff with arousal. It’s pure torture. Without thinking, I bring my hands up to my breasts, but I never get the satisfaction I crave.
"You really want me to put an end to this, kitten?" Barrett barks.
"You're too demanding," I complain.
“I know.” Fuck. Do I ever want to French kiss that smug grin off of his gorgeous face.
The vibrations start again—maximum strength this time.
“Haaaa,” I exhale.
I close my eyes for a beat, but quickly open them.
"You’ll get an extra hard fuck for that. I didn't even have to remind you of the rule. I like that."
I grind my teeth together in an effort to contain my cries as my pussy reacts violently to the pulses surging through me like an avalanche.
I relish every single contraction as the toy hits my G-spot sending ripples of pleasurable waves coursing through my body over and over again. Not to be outdone, my clit buzzes wildly.
Everything stops.
"Wh-why did you do that?" I ask, disappointment coating every word.
"I offered you a gift and you didn't even thank me. You're not getting that extra hard fuck after all. You'll have to be content with me fucking your pussy for showing me such lack of gratitude."
My God.
"No. Wait. I'm sorry. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I want your cock up my ass," I plead.
"You beg like a whore. I fucking love it. My cock is that good, huh?"
Fuck him for asking a question he already knows the answer to.
"Yes, it is.”
He lets out a demonic laugh.
At least one of us is amused.
“You forget that I know you, kitten,” he whispers against my lips.
The darkness in his voice sends a flurry of thrills down my spine. I’m starting to like this Barrett. A lot.
And just like that, the Lush springs back to life.
The sudden burst makes me gasp loudly.
"Shhh,” I say dropping my index finger against my lips, scolding myself.
“It gets me off to know that you're willing to be this shameless and dirty in a public place. You're so inappropriate, it's precious," Barrett chuckles. “Do you like being this lewd?"
"Oh, yes."
"Bad girls have more fun?"
"There is no virtue in being a good girl," I tell him.
"Oh, kitten. That’s music to my ears."
I offer him a sly smile.
For the next few minutes our eyes are locked into each other as he continues to play his wicked game.
“We’re taking it to the finishing line," he says. "I want you to slide back up, place your hand against my forearms and use my body as leverage.” I do as I'm told. “Brace yourself, kitten, for a tsunami of pleasure.”
“Oh my God,” I choke.
Blood is pounding in my ears. My skin is ablaze. I’m flying so high, I'm certain I'm only a few feet away from paradise. My mind has completely shut down.
It's all about my pussy.
It's all about my climax.
It's all about this man who knows my body better than I do.
“I’m close.” It’s a struggle to speak those simple words.
"Are you going to give me what I want?" Barrett asks.
I nod. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Barrett. I'm going to come hard. Really hard."
My clit is so swollen, it’s excruciating.
The orgasm is rising. I tilt my hips back and start grinding into the wall like a bitch in heat. This is way too bloody good. Needing more, I rest the bulk of my weight against his body and I go crazy.
I slam my ass repeatedly against the wall.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
“Kitten, you're positively wild. That's it. Give it to me," he grunts.
Not that I needed any encouragement, but Barrett's words fuel me.
The pressure of the toy against my G-spot and my clit is sinful.
This kind of filthy goodness should be outlawed. Once you taste it, how are you supposed to go back to anything vanilla?
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
It’s like nothing I've ever experienced in my life and God knows, Barrett’s been good to me.
It isn't fair that Barrett consistently ruins it for me with other men, he had to take it up ten notches and make it impossible for me to ever be able to enjoy a sex toy on my own for the rest of my natural life.
Damn him for being the perfect lover.
Barrett alternates between a dizzying whirl of pulsations.
Hard.
Soft.
Hard.
Soft.
Hard.
Harder.
Even harder.
Frantic.
The crescendo of the last three pulses nearly stops my heart.
“Oh fuck,” I wail.
I meet his mocking gaze and sear him with what I'm sure is the feral stare of a woman who’s lost every shred of control and dignity.
“I had to get your attention. You were drifting away from me,” he explains. "You promised me a climax. I'm still waiting."
I’ll show you.
I bang my ass in a series of hard thumps and clench my pussy so hard I can barely breathe.
Jesus.
My body tightens.
All movement ceases.
I freeze there with my mouth gaping open and my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “God.”
“Did we hit your sweet spot, kitten?”
I can't even answer.
My body shatters and I come undone.
My heart is hammering so hard my body is trembling like a bamboo tree in a tropical storm.
There’s really nothing of me left, but still, I will myself to exert one last effort. I let go of his forearm and move my shaky hand down to his crotch and cup his cock. I squeeze his mighty erection with every last drop of energy I have.
Barrett’s eyes are unreadable.
He puts a strong hand on the back of my head and pulls me cl
oser. “My little slut is such a vixen. You want to take me with you, kitten?”
“Yes, Master.” I answer in a low, shuddering breath.
He tangles long fingers into my hair and claims my mouth, ravaging and taking full ownership of me with a bruising kiss while savagely pressing his huge cock against my hand. Fuck.
CHAPTER 30
Barrett
“Hey, Tyler,” I say when I pick up my mobile.
"Hey, mate. Am I catching you at a bad time? Are you still in the middle of a meeting with Christos?" Tyler asks.
"No, mate. Derek and I got back twenty minutes ago. Thank God this interminable day is over. Actually, I was just heading up to the pool to relax. I even bought new swim trunks and a pair of Givenchy rubber pool sandals for the occasion since I didn’t pack them," I chuckle.
"What?"
"I said, I was going up to the pool to relax," I repeat a little louder.
"The what?" Tyler asks.
What the hell?
"Do we have a bad connection?"
"Nope. Not at all. I just wanted to make sure I heard right. For a second there I thought I’d dialled the wrong number."
"Sod off. You’re full of shit." I roll my eyes into the phone.
"Can you blame me? I mean we’re talking about the Barrister Barrett Ascott, after all. A man who barely knows how to spell the word vacation, let alone, relax. You don’t even know what having fun means anymore,” Tyler sneers.
"I do. Vaguely,” I chuckle.
“My point exactly. You work too hard, Ascott."
"Says the man who works the same punishable hours as I do," I remind him. "Don’t kid yourself, mate, we’re both cut from the same cloth."
"At least, I make sure to take care of the essentials. You don't even have time for pussy, mate." It’s a personal choice. "You’ve given up the best things in life. That's just wrong.” I beg to differ. As far as I know, I've got the sweetest pussy in the world a few floors down from me. “Does your cock still work?"
"Tosser."
"No, seriously, Ascott, you need to get laid. Pronto.” If you only knew. “Just find a hottie in Greece. It’s convenient. There's absolutely no drama when you get back home. Make sure to wrap it up so there's no pregnancy scare. That's it,” he laughs. "Give your dick a good workout. It deserves it," he adds.
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