“Did you hear me, Lucian? I said you could do what you want. Is this it?” She forced a scoff she hoped sounded authentic and not eager, trying to guarantee he wouldn’t backslide into that place she’d heard in the hollow tone that had entered his voice a minute ago. “Really. If your idea of punishment is hugs and cuddles, I think my fifth-grade teacher’s refusal to let me go out for recess wins.”
The soft chuckle that reverberated into her back had her tummy clenching tight. “Is that your way of telling me you are ready to let your sanity slip away, pet?” His hands trailed all the way down her front. He opened her with two fingers, and so gently began rolling the tip of another over the exposed ball of her clit.
“My sanity isn’t going anywhere,” she insisted breathlessly. In her head, she let out a moan reserved for that first forkful of her favorite dessert. Times a hundred.
“Would you like to place bets?”
“I don’t have a castle to put up for collateral.” Oh, God…yes. Faster. Harder. Add another finger. Push one inside me.
“Why would you need one when you are so sure you will retain your senses?”
I won’t. They’re already gone. The minute you touch me, they’re gone. Why can’t I resist you?
She didn’t voice her helpless thoughts as her ears did their thing. He brought his finger up, and she heard him lick it before it returned to its ministrations on that oversensitive bundle of nerves that was causing the coil to draw tight inside her, readying to let go and wreck her just so he could put her back together to do it again and again.
“I want you to orgasm from this single point of contact. Have you ever? Just from this small connection?”
The connection she felt to him was anything but small. “Take the blindfold off,” she breathed as her breasts tightened and her nipples got so hard they hurt. “I want to watch.”
“You do not need to watch. You just need to feel your owner’s fingertip rolling around this shiny pearl he is dying to have in his mouth.”
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Harder, Lucian.”
“No, pet. It does not need hard or fast. It just needs to be touched.”
Yes, I do. Her breathing became ragged as she chased the release. God, she loved how he played with her. Loved it. Would miss it so much when this ended.
“It needs the soft stroke of its owner.”
“Yes. Yes, it does,” she agreed under her breath as heat poured out from her core.
“Round and round.”
“Yes…yes…”
As heaven came racing toward her, he slowed and pushed back to dabble in the wetness he’d created.
“Bastard,” she whispered, shaking. She should have known. Should have expected it.
“Nothing so good is ever that easy. You should know this.”
Another lick to his finger and back he went to torture her some more. He rolled around and around, driving her higher and higher.
Only to let her hang on the very edge once again by withdrawing.
“Stop that!” Her stomach muscles were crunching so tight she was getting a cramp. “Let me have it!” She tried to stop her hips from writhing but couldn’t.
“You will not give me what I want; why should I give in to you.”
“I will. I’ll be good. Promise. Swear on my macchiato. Let me come, Lucian.”
His fingertip. Her clit. More pressure.
“Let this little pussy go now, my pet. Let her please her master. Allow her to break so she weeps on my fingers. Round and round…until the tether snaps and she creams—”
She was blindsided by the power of her orgasm. Already sightless, she lost sound as it made her its bitch, beating on her harder than ever when Lucian pushed his fingers back to impale her. She cried out and tried to ride him when he finally worked his way into her.
“Jesus Christ, you have the tightest little cunt when you come,” he murmured. “Tight and fiery.” He pushed higher into her. “Pulling me deeper into you.” He withdrew until he was almost free of her clasp. Then sunk in deep again. “You are too beautiful when you give me this. It makes me regret that I must mar this perfect skin now.”
And so it went on. Yasmeen should have known even if he’d given her a week; there was no way she could have prepared herself for Lucian’s brand of punishment. He was meticulous, thorough, and deliciously cruel.
He brought in toys, using what she soon realized was a flogger on the backs of her thighs and legs. He didn’t whip her but drove her crazy by hesitating just long enough, and lashing just hard enough for her to yelp every time the leather tassels connected, the tips stinging just right. He slathered her perspiration slicked body with oil, then demonstrated it was edible by licking and sucking at her skin while using his fingers and tongue to knead, pinch, penetrate, and stroke her until tears were pushing into her eyes. It was completely unnecessary when he turned a vibrator on and sealed the fucking thing to the back of her vagina.
“I don’t need that,” she wailed just before a powerful climax tackled her. Her body shook as her muscles seized. “I need your cock now, Lucian! Are you naked yet? Did you take your pants off? Get me down…give me that big, beautiful cock…let me feel it…let me ride it. Please!”
A change in the air around her let her know he’d stood, and then she was cursing at the feel of his silky cockhead separating her pussy lips as he pushed through. Their hips met, and she felt his bare skin brush against the inside of her thighs.
“Oh, shit, yes. So naked,” she moaned as he rubbed his chest against her nipples. God, he felt huge between her legs. “Let me see you. I love looking at you. Please, Lucian. Get it inside me. Fuck me with it. Right now.” She tried to sink down. To shift. To move at all so she could get him where she needed him most. And wailed quietly when he denied her.
“Not yet.” He stole her anchor by moving back. Not far, because she could still feel his body heat and hear how he was displacing the air, but far enough so that he was no longer touching her.
She jerked, rattling the chains when he separated her pussy lips again. A shocked cry split the air when he swatted the screaming bunch of nerves at the top of her slit. “Lucian!” Another landed on her clit before two sharp slaps met her inner thigh.
“The riding crop we spoke about earlier,” he rasped before he sealed his hot mouth to her pussy.
“Jesus Chriiist!” Her third orgasm bore down and ripped into her, resonating almost painfully from her center out. “Yes! Oh, God! I need you, goddammit!” She shook her head, flicking away the sweat pouring off her. “Get this…fucking thing off my eyes…so I can…watch what you’re doing to me! Oh, fuck…” Her reality bent and wavered as he extended the climax to unbearable levels by sliding his fingers through her swollen lips and burying them knuckle deep while he nursed on her clit.
If he didn’t kill her, she knew then she would never refuse to eat from his hand again.
♦ ♦ ♦
Flattening his tongue, Lucian stroked the quivering bud that was the epicenter of his responsive pet’s pleasure, going left then right and back and forth. Circles, criss-crosses, squares, he didn’t leave one area untouched. His hands stroked her inner thighs, the backs of her knees, her calves. He grabbed her ankles hard and pushed his face up so he could penetrate her soaked pussy. A steady moan of pleasure was coming from her now as he took everything she had to give.
Never had he so enjoyed a woman. Every time he had her was better than the last. Her pleasure fueled him into wanting to deliver more and more. Her hips thrust on his face, and he rumbled his approval as he devoured her, inhaling her arousal, licking it, swallowing the cream she was producing for him. He murmured praise in his own language, savoring, reveling in his triumph.
She suddenly popped her hips back to get away from him. “You have to stop. I can’t…not there. No more.”
He drew back instantly. Wanted to keep going, to bring her somewhere she’d never been. But, no. He didn’t want to cross that line with her during pl
ay. He required her trust here.
“Don’t you leave me,” she panted. “Don’t you fucking leave me.”
He pressed his face to her navel and rimmed her belly button with his tongue. He tasted the flavor of strawberry from the oil he’d used to make her shine. She was trembling steadily. Bringing his hands up the backs of her thighs, he didn’t stop until he was passing over her ass. He took advantage of her loose muscles and ran two fingers down the center.
“Have you ever taken a man here?” he asked as he stroked the tight little hole with his pinkie.
A puff of air came out of her that he was sure was supposed to be a laugh. “You must be joking. No, Lucian. No, I haven’t. I don’t think I could do that. Will you…will you come here? I need…I think I need to kiss you or something. I feel lost. And I need to hear your voice more. When you’re silent, you can be anyone doing this to me. I need to hear it’s you.”
He straightened, and she blinked and squinted when he slipped the cover off her eyes. The kiss he gave her was gentle. He felt he could be generous now because she’d admitted to feeling untethered.
Like him.
“I may set you adrift, my pet. But I will never allow you to get beyond my reach. Never.” He released her from her shackles and laid her pliant body on the bed. After bringing her down completely by rubbing her shoulders, wrists, and ankles for a time, he glanced at the tray still sitting on the corner of the mattress. She saw.
“Before you start on that again, I promise, from here on out, I’ll eat whatever you want me to, whenever you want me to eat it. ’Kay?”
He lifted his brow. “That is what they call a broad promise.”
The exhausted little giggle she let out as she rolled over and snaked her way to the tray tore into something in his chest. Warmth filled him; he attributed it to the blood seeping from the invisible injury. She propped herself up on her elbows, and as she inhaled strawberry after strawberry, she bent her legs and kicked her feet in lazy circles.
“You gotta cut the heat in here before I die. Never been so thirsty.”
He swiped the bowl of grapes just as she reached for one.
She shot him a look before groaning and dropping her face into the black sheets. “Seriously?” she mumbled. “I swear you’re the cruelest man I’ve ever known.”
He went over and pressed in the code to kill the heat. Silence crept in as he came back, the whir of the fan slowly winding down.
She rolled to her back and looked up at him. “Before I turn into dust and lose my chance, I have to say that was the most amazing punishment I’ve ever been given. You know, in a horrible, please-kill-me-now-but-don’t-you-dare-stop kind of way.” She gave him a sated smile. A tired smile. “Okay. C’mon. Unless you have a jug of water under the bed, get those grapes in here.” She snapped her teeth together then opened wide.
He wanted to slide his cock in there. His gut spasmed with a craving to feel her mouth on him. As if reading his mind, her gaze latched onto the painfully hard thing. “You are very comfortable with no clothes on,” he commented before she could say anything.
“I know. Weird, huh?” She lifted her legs and gracefully crossed them. Her long foot bobbed as her hands cupped her breasts. “There. Better? Maybe my parents were nudists.” She opened her jaws.
“Not so weird considering what you are displaying.” He squatted. “Roll over.”
She came back to her front, and he saw her eyes go behind him to the swing hanging from the ceiling. He tucked away the spark of interest she showed and fed her the bowl of grapes. The moment the last one disappeared, she was sliding forward so she could look down at his erection again. She glanced up and seemed to be gauging his mood. Her focus went to the chair a few feet away.
“You brave enough to sit over there and, uh, let me have my way with you?” The question was hesitantly asked, and the edge to her tone made it clear she was expecting to be turned down. “You look as if you’re in need of a release I would really like to be a part of.”
And so she would. He got up and went over to lower himself into the chair, the back of which was in a permanent half-reclined position. He wanted her to be confident enough to come to him when she was in need, so he wouldn’t rebuff her overture. Not that his cock would have let him even if he’d wanted to make this a lesson of some sort.
“You may get up and do what you will.”
She hesitated for a moment before getting to her knees and sliding off the bed.
“And your punishment would never have been so enjoyable if the attraction between us was not so real. So powerful.” He shook his head, still irked whenever he remembered her comment. “Natural response to stimuli. Such nonsense.”
When she reached him, she gracefully brought her leg over. Her scent nearly knocked him off the fucking chair.
“Do not tease,” he rasped as he grabbed her ribs and squeezed slightly before moving up to cup her breasts.
“Something you don’t seem to understand yet, spoiled rich guy.” She reached behind and firmly grabbed him by the base of his spectacularly stiff cock. His need ratcheted up another notch when she stood him straight up. “You’re what’s real and powerful.” She lowered herself until his throbbing cockhead nuzzled lovingly into the mouth of her opening. He could hear her wetness. “And that’s a candy-coated carrot to a poor little helpless bunny like me.” She sunk down, and he felt every inch of him get eaten by her heat. Her body welcomed him, beckoned him deeper, and finally claimed him completely when their slippery thighs met.
“Your creamy pussy loves my cock,” he taunted, rejoicing over the fact that he’d readied her so well she’d taken him with no effort.
As her inner muscles pulsed around his length, her long nails scraped up the back of his neck until she could fist two handfuls of his hair. She pulled his head back so she could look down into his face.
“So?”
A one-word confession.
His lips curved up. “So, my precious pet’s creamy pussy loves her owner’s cock.”
“I think you must be confused.” She threw herself into a slow, steady rhythm that had his balls tucking up close to his body. “Because it’s definitely the other way around, you delusional madman.” She made an adorable face at him then lifted herself almost clear off, inching her silkiness up so that it sucked every inch of his shaft.
Finding himself charmed, and strangely proud of the way she was owning her enjoyment of the things he was introducing her to, he waited until she began to lower herself before driving his hips up to fuck her hard. She cursed and fell onto him, her arms tangling around his head.
“Jesus, Lucian. How do you know to do that? Again. Do it again.” She braced herself on her legs, giving him just enough room to work.
And work he did. For the next few minutes, he shut down his mind and thrust evenly and with just enough speed. She wailed, cursed, and came for him. As she climaxed, her mouth latched onto the cord in his neck and the steady suction had him imagining her taking those same pulls directly from his cock.
Knowing she was distracted, he used his heel to pull the angled mirror out from beneath the chair, then he shoved his ass forward on the seat. He was craving sight. He wanted to watch as he filled her body. Right at the source.
“When I tell you to still, you do so immediately. Do you understand?”
She mumbled something that sounded like an agreement, and with his heart speeding up, he tucked her face tighter into his neck so he could see over her shoulder. That first sight had him moaning as if he were being gutted. His mind opened up, and he invited his demons into this time. They, too, moaned their whole-hearted approval.
“Fuck yourself on me, draga mea.” He got a gentle grip on her pink-streaked ass cheeks and started moving her forward and back on his wet cock. “Jesus Christ, that is magnificent.”
It became something of great beauty when he relaxed and she took over, working herself, gaining speed, lifting him up, steadily drawing the climax out of hi
m. He could have watched the sensual display forever, but his body wouldn’t allow it.
Not when he heard his pet’s quiet plea.
“Come for me, Lucian,” she murmured in his ear. “At least give me that.”
He wrapped her in his arms, drove deep a few times, then jammed his cock as high inside her as he could. “Stop,” he commanded.
She stilled her thrusts instantly, and it was with complete fascination that he watched nature at work. The thick vein running up the front of his shaft rippled as it pumped his release from his body into what would be a fertile environment if not for the chemicals his pet swallowed every morning in the form of a tablet.
He. Was. Captivated.
And that was disturbing.
FIFTEEN
The trip to the other side of the castle was a quiet one. When they reached the familiar cream and gold bedroom, Lucian took her arm and brought her to the foot of the bed.
“Stay.”
Her mouth twisted as she watched him go into her closet and gather some clothes. He detoured into his on the way back and came out with a hoodie. He then made her stand there while he dressed her.
“I’m a doll now?” she eventually muttered as she placed a hand on his shoulder and slipped one foot at a time into a pair of leggings. When he pulled them up, she brushed his hands away and got them in place herself. “Let’s not get crazy here.”
He got a pair of white Converse on her feet and nibbled around her belly button before straightening.
“Did you make Sheldon hire me?”
They both stilled at her blurted question. She hadn’t meant to ask it, but now that her brain was coming back online, the reason for her upset earlier was coming back to her.
“No. I did not make him hire you.”
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