“Please,” she cried out. “Please, Sir, please, my Prince, let me come.” She screamed when his finger found the rough patch of skin of her sweet G-spot and pressed hard. He stroked. Her hips bucked.
“I could stop right now.”
“No. God, no. Please, don’t stop.”
“Why should I allow you to come?”
Jaimie’s head tossed back and forth. Her hips left the carpeted floor when he slid his tongue over her clit in one long, luxurious lick. “Because I’m good,” she panted.
“A good what?”
“A good sub. I’m your good sub.”
He laughed low in his throat, completely humbled by Jaimie’s willingness to role-play. She had no idea that when it came to her sexual inclination, she was a natural submissive. She needed a Dominant in bed.
He drove her to the brink with his fingers and tongue. “Yes, you are a good sub. Very good. And I’m going to reward you.” He pulled his fingers out of her tight sheath and rose to his knees. “Get up onto your knees.”
Jaimie’s eyes were wild with desire and clouded with confusion. “Please,” she sobbed.
He waited as, trembling, she turned over and crawled to her knees.
“Face the mirror.” He moved behind her. “Spread your legs.” He slipped a hand beneath her, cupping her dripping cunt. “More.” He nipped her shoulder then stared at their reflections.
“What do you see?” Her face grew hot with embarrassment. When she didn’t respond, he shoved two fingers inside her pussy from behind. “Tell me.”
“I see us.”
Nibbling on her ear, he asked, “What about the woman? Tell me about her.” He stroked his fingers in and out and slid his other hand over her belly, his fingers sliding closer to her clit.
“She wants her prince to make her come.” She closed her eyes when he found her little button.
“No. Keep your eyes open. Tell me more of the woman. Tell me what you see.”
Chapter Three
Jaimie couldn’t think. Hell, she could barely breathe. He fingerfucked her slowly, almost without thought, and the thumb and finger of his other hand pinched her clit. She stared at herself in the mirror, shocked that she was the wanton woman reflected. She looked sexy, and desperate. Her prince stopped what he was doing. He stared at her, displeased, and she realized she wasn’t obeying.
“Please don’t stop, I’ll tell you what I see.” He didn’t move. She throbbed around his fingers, and her clit screamed for him to stroke and play with her. The words poured from her mouth. “I look sexy and hungry, as though I can’t get enough of my prince.” She heaved a sigh of relief as his assault on her pussy and clit continued. Her hips rotated.
“More. Deeper.” The command sent shivers down her spine. “Pretend the woman is a stranger.”
Jaimie bit back a scream when a third finger slid inside her. She was so wet; she heard the sucking sounds of his fingers going in and out and felt her fluids running down her inner thighs. “She likes being fucked. She wants to come over and over, just as her Dom promised she would. She’s never felt like this.”
“Like what?”
“Wild. Out of control. She’s always been in control.”
“Touch your breasts. Hold them and play with them. Why is she always in control?”
Holding her breasts, rubbing her nipples, sent jolts of desire to her clit. She jerked her hips up, felt herself swelling against his fingers. “She has to be in control because none of the men she’s slept with had ever made her feel sexy and sinful.”
“You feel sinful, my beautiful Cinderella?” His finger on her clit began circling, harder and faster.
“Yes. And sexy.” Each breath was a gasp.
“Are you in control?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Who is in control?”
“You are. You, Sir.” Mesmerized, she watched her hips jerk and rotate, seeking, seeking, seeking. In an odd sense, she felt voyeuristic, as though she were watching a stranger in one of the most private acts a person could perform.
“Who am I?”
Jaimie screamed when he bit her in the hollow where shoulder and neck joined. She held her breath, her body tensing.
“My Dom,” she cried as she reached the edge of a glorious mountain peak. “God, you’re my Dom. Please, Sir. Now, Sir!”
“Now, my lovely princess. Come now.”
Jaimie launched herself up and over the peak with one scream after another. Her hips jerked over and over as multiple orgasms took hold. His finger on her clit didn’t stop until the jerking slowed and the tremors inside her subsided. She hugged herself, completely overwhelmed and spent, grateful that his arm held her against his chest. She had no idea she could have an orgasm that huge, that long, that shattering, especially after the one he’d given her earlier.
Tears tracked down her cheeks, and she fell back against her prince. Her Dom. “I’ve never—” She couldn’t say it.
He brushed the hair off her face, turned her head, then kissed her lips tenderly. “I know.” He stood, picked her up, and carried her to the huge bed with a velvet comforter. He yanked it back and laid her down. When he slid over her, Jaimie welcomed his weight and his gentle kisses and loving.
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Jaimie had never been both exhausted and exhilarated from any of her sexual encounters. After a third round of sex, she and her prince had slept for the remainder of the afternoon. Shadows were creeping over the house when she stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her. She entered the bedroom. Her prince was waiting.
“Wear this.” He handed her a dress, similar to the one she’d worn earlier but the skirt was much shorter. Both blouse and skirt were various brown shades. The top was cut so low, she was afraid her breasts would spill out. As he didn’t hand her any panties or a bra, she figured she wasn’t allowed to wear them. She stifled a sigh. Lucy had been right. Too bad. She’d really looked forward to wearing her sexy new lingerie.
She glanced at the man watching her through his mask. He’d showered while she slept so she’d lost her opportunity to see what he looked like. She wondered if he was famous. From what Lucy had told her and the whole disclosure thing, she figured he had to be well known. From seeing him close up, she knew his eyes were blue. No, a bluish-aqua shade she wished she could see fully. It did make him much more mysterious and sexy.
Dropping the towel, she pulled the dress over her head, then gasped. The elastic top barely covered her. “Um, I think this too small.”
Her prince smiled. “No, just right.” He reached out and yanked the top down, easing the elastic beneath her breasts then stepped back. “Perfect.”
Jaimie stared down at her breasts, held up and out by the bodice of her dress. She flushed. “I can’t wear it like this.”
“Why not?”
“I feel like a slut.”
Her Dom reached out and cupped her, one breast in each palm. “You, my sweet sub, are my slut. You have beautiful tits. Would you deny me the joy of viewing them?”
Remembering the wild and sexy woman in the mirror, the woman who screamed and begged then soared as orgasm after orgasm ripped her apart, Jaimie’s mouth was dry as a bowl of dust. She’d never known such incredible satisfaction at the hand of a man—her only satisfying orgasms came at her own hand and that even paled in comparison to what her prince had given her.
Would it really be awful to show off her breasts? They were nice, and the look in his eyes said he did enjoy them. Besides, there was something incredibly naughty about wearing a dress but having her “beautiful tits” exposed. God, she was turning into a wanton, wicked woman. A slut.
“No,” she finally said.
“Good.” He handed her a mask, this one brown with glittering sequins and feathers. “Put this on.”
Jaimie followed him out of the bedroom. “Are we going somewhere? Oh, my god. I can’t go out like this.”
He picked up a basket and blanket and turned. “You will a
nd you will not cover yourself.”
Dropping her arms to her side, Jaimie glanced outside. It wasn’t quite dark. Damn, she was going to have words with Lucy!
Just think of more mind-blowing sex. She followed her Dom along a gravel path. The cool air brushed her nipples, making them pucker and poke out. She kept watch, hoping no one was nearby. After a few minutes, she had to admit that strolling outside partially naked felt strange and wildly exciting. She’d never thought she would do something like this!
Nearing what looked like a forest, he veered off, taking a narrow trail that led into the woods. Relieved to be out of the open, Jaimie grinned and told herself to enjoy whatever her Prince Dom had planned. He led her to a small cleared patch of grass, set the basket down, and spread the quilt on the grass.
“Dinner, my lovely Cinderella.” He drew out her name and indicated that she should sit.
God, she did indeed feel sinful. Sitting, Jaimie glanced around. The ground at her back rose in a gentle swell and leveled off. Birds sang and flew overhead, and rays of light pierced through branches. “It’s a lovely spot.”
She felt a bit awkward, but she was also starved. Who’d have thought sex could make one so hungry? And not just for food, either.
He removed a bottle of white wine, fried chicken, crackers, sliced cheese, and apples, then handed her a plate. Leaning on one elbow, he grabbed a drumstick and bit in. “So tell me about your job.”
“Why?” Jaimie frowned. Last thing she wanted was for reality to intrude on her weekend of fantastic sex.
“Consider this your downtime. You’d be surprised at how much networking goes on at one of these events. Your personal information isn’t revealed to your partner, but there are no rules against not revealing it voluntarily.” He shrugged. “Besides, this is a good way to get to know each other—outside of the bedroom so to speak. I know you’re an accountant. Where?”
She had forgotten this weekend might be an opportunity to network. She took a sip of the wine he poured. “How come you know something about me, but I never got to see anything about you?”
He grinned. “I sponsored your weekend. Those who pay get to choose their partners and see the questionnaire they filled out.”
That made sense. She licked her fingers. “I worked at A & B Accounting.”
“That’s a pretty large firm. Heard the owner’s a bit of a recluse ever since his wife died. You ever see him?”
Jaimie laughed. “Me? I was a worker drone.” One who lost her job because she did the right thing. “None of the higher-ups bother to visit the peons. If they did, then maybe…”
“Maybe what?”
She shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Why did you leave?”
Sighing, Jaimie tossed her chicken bone onto her plate and wiped her fingers on her napkin. “I got fired, which is why I don’t want to talk about it.”
He gathered their plates and glasses and set them back into the basket, then drew her close, her back to his chest. He shifted her hair to one side and his arms rested beneath her bare breasts. “I’m a good listener.” He licked the back of her ear.
Jaimie was having a hard time concentrating. She was suddenly and acutely aware of her naked breasts and the fact she wasn’t wearing panties. Were they going to do it out here when it got dark? She felt herself getting wet just thinking about that possibility.
“If you don’t want to talk about your job, I’m sure I can think of something for us to do.” His breath was warm in her ear, and his fingers slid along the outside of one breast.
Deciding to stall him until it was at least dark, Jaimie gulped air into her lungs. “I’ll tell you, but you have to stop touching me. It’s too distracting.”
He chuckled. “Then start talking, my lovely princess-to-be.”
“First, I loved my job. I was there for five years and was starting to handle some important clients.” She turned her head and met what she could of his masked gaze. “I’m good—I was good at what I did. Too good,” she added, turning away. She plucked nervously at her skirt.
“Go on.”
“One day my boss, along with several others flew out to attend a convention. I had a bad cold, and my doctor said I shouldn’t fly so I stayed behind. One of the firm’s clients was concerned about his accounts. I was asked to look into it. One thing led to another, and I discovered that his and several other accounts were off.”
“Embezzling.” His voice was flat.
Jaimie nodded. “I went to my boss as soon as he returned. He said he’d take over and deal with it. Trouble was, from what I discovered, it was a large-scale operation. When he cut me out of the investigation, I suspected that he had to be in on it. I continued to dig around on my own. He must have found out, because next thing I knew, I was fired.”
“What was the reason?”
“He got into my files and made it look like I was the one doing the embezzling.”
“You were arrested?”
“No.” She smiled grimly. “I was smart enough to make a second copy of all the files before my boss got back, plus I copied everything new I found. After I was fired, I gave a friend the copies and asked her to take it to the CEO.” She sighed. “It just makes me so mad. I didn’t have to say or do anything. If I’d kept my nose to the grindstone, I’d still have a job and wouldn’t be worrying about how I’m going to pay my rent.”
“Why didn’t you? Jobs are hard to come by right now.” He nuzzled the side of her neck.
Shivering from his touch, Jaimie tipped her head to the side. “Tell me about it. I did it because it was the right thing to do.” She sighed again. “If I said nothing, then I would’ve been just as guilty as those doing the embezzling.”
“You could ask for your job back.”
Jaimie shook her head. “They called. Wanted me to come in so they could talk to me, but I’m done there. I just can’t face going back. Everyone thinks I was in on it. Besides, even if they wanted me to come back, I wouldn’t. No one wants to work with a whistle blower.” She plucked at a blade of grass at the edge of the blanket. “I’ll be okay.”
And she would be. There was a job out there for her, a better one.
“So what about you? What do you do?”
He shrugged. “I’m one of those higher-ups who doesn’t spend enough time with his peons.”
Bryce had his answer. Jaimie was indeed innocent of any wrongdoing. He’d known it before but had needed to hear what happened from her lips. She could be lying, but he didn’t think so. He was good at reading people and listening, which was why he’d wanted a face to face with her. He’d accomplished what he’d set out to do. Now he could enjoy the rest of the weekend with her.
Conversation turned to their setting. His gaze fell to her pert breasts, and his hands itched to cup her lovely mounds and tease those sensitive buds. He hadn’t expected her to leave her breasts out on display. The fact she obeyed him, gave over control of her body to a stranger, tugged at something deep inside. She trusted him, and he felt that responsibility deeply. He shifted his legs beneath her and pulled her onto his lap, her thighs straddling his, her ass on his cock.
“What are you doing?” Jaimie’s voice rose to a squeak as she glanced around.
He chuckled, slid his hands beneath her dress, and trailed his fingers across her warm flesh. “Holding you. Enjoying how soft and smooth your skin is. Do you like it when I touch you?”
Jaimie’s breathing quickened as his fingers splayed across her belly. “Yes,” she sighed.
“I want my cock inside your wet pussy. Are you wet and ready for me?”
Her breathy yes pleased him. His playmate was so much more than he’d expected. And not just the sex. He’d thoroughly enjoyed holding her, talking to her, and sharing the beauty of the woods with her. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so at peace with a woman. For the first time since losing Annie, he was actually enjoying himself, not just going through the motions or hiding his boredom.
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sp; “If you’re good, I’ll let you ride me tonight. Would you like that?” His finger brushed across her moist nub.
“Yes.” Jaimie jerked her hips.
“Maybe outside, beneath the stars. Just you and me with the heavens smiling down upon us. And when you’re done riding me, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” He smiled when she groaned, then rose up to his knees. She slid onto her knees, and he guided her hands to the quilt. Her knees remained opened with him between them. Lifting her skirt, he stared at her creamy cheeks and the pink slit of her pussy. Noting that dusk had fallen, he grinned. It was nearly time for their next bout of sex. Maybe there was time for him to get her warmed up. Question was, would she play along or freeze up?
A loud scream ripped through the quiet.
Show time!
Chapter Four
Startled, Jaimie reared up then fell, her legs tangled with her Dom’s. She got to her feet and spun around. “What was that?” The scream sounded again, sending her heart racing. She watched her prince calmly gather the remains of their picnic dinner. “What’s going on? Is someone in trouble?”
Taking a small penlight from the basket, her prince gathered the quilt and took her by the arm. “Come on. Be very quiet.”
“Help!” A third round of screams ripped through the air.
Jaimie tried to run toward the sound, but her prince tightened his grip on her arm. “Oh, my god, we have to hurry.” Jaimie couldn’t understand why he was so calm. She tried to pull away.
He stopped, gripped her chin hard. “You will listen to me, and do what you are told.”
Jaimie stared into his face, his eyes framed by the black, velveteen mask. His voice had reverted to what she thought of as his “Dom” voice. She nodded.
“Good girl. You know this is a weekend of role play.”
She nodded.
“There are all sorts of games being acted out.”
“Are you saying this is a game?” She blanched as another round of help me’s sliced through the dark.
“You’ll see. From here on out, you are to be very quiet.” He took her arm and led her through the woods.
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