She sipped again, then again, until the glass was only half full. She stopped and took a deep breath. But his steely gaze remained on her.
“May I stop now?” she asked.
“No. Finish your glass.”
While she took another sip, he poured himself another glass and she was afraid he’d refill hers, too.
But he didn’t.
When he sipped his wine leisurely, she relaxed. So he didn’t expect her to gulp it down.
She wanted to ask what he had planned for the evening, but a slave wouldn’t question things like that, she assumed.
Finally, she tipped her glass back, finishing the last of her wine, and set it down on the table.
“Would you like another?” he asked.
“No. Thank you, Master.”
He smiled. “Okay.” He stood up. “Come with me.”
She followed him out the door of the kitchen and down a hallway.
He opened a door and led her into a large room. It could be straight from the Fifty Shades movie, complete with floggers on the wall. She halted, a tremor quivering through her.
Was he going to beat her?
He opened a drawer and pulled out something black leather. He handed it to her and she realized it was a bra and panties. Or rather, a thong.
“Put that on.”
He sat down in a large, burgundy leather armchair watching her.
She glanced around. “Is there somewhere for me to change?”
“Right there is fine.”
She pursed her lips, then set the leather lingerie on a narrow, padded wooden bench beside her. Then she unbuttoned her blouse.
His gaze followed her fingers as she released each button, revealing more and more of her skin. She slipped the blouse from her shoulders, then unfastened and pushed down her skirt. It fell to the floor around her ankles and she stepped out of it. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then self-consciously dropped the straps off her shoulders and peeled it from her body. His gaze locked on her naked breasts as her nipples swelled from the cool air… and his frank male attention.
She drew in a deep breath, then quickly pushed down her panties, before she lost her nerve.
It’s not like he hadn’t seen her naked before, but not often. Usually when they’d had sex at work, they’d unfastened their clothes, but not shed them completely. When they had gotten naked, including in the shower in his suite the last time they were together, she’d felt a bit uncomfortable.
Now she was standing before him, totally nude. And he was taking in every inch of her.
She quickly picked up the leather thong and pulled it on. Then she slid her arms through the straps of the bra and tucked her breasts into the leather cups. Try as she might, though, she couldn’t get it fastened behind her.
“Come here. I’ll do it.”
She walked to him and turned around, intensely aware of the fact that her ass was totally exposed in the leather thong.
He scooped her long hair to one side, then his fingers played across her back, sending tingles through her body. The bra tightened around her.
“Turn around. Let me look at you.”
She turned and stood before him, so close her knees almost brushed his. Would he tell her to kneel in front of him and pull out his thick cock? She could see it straining against his pants.
He ran his hands down her sides, his fingertips gliding over her ribs. Goose bumps danced across her flesh. His hands slid over her hips and over her naked behind. He cupped, squeezing a little. Then he pulled her closer. His knees widened and her legs were cradled between his muscular thighs. Her breasts were just below his eye level and he stared at them.
He ran his finger over the swell of one breast, trailing lightly over the leather. Then in a sudden movement, his hand jerked downward. A tearing sound split the air and cool air surrounded her breast. The leather had been attached with Velcro and he’d torn it away.
He leaned forward and his lips brushed her hard nipple. Then he licked it. She couldn’t help arching forward.
He tore off the other cup and leaned back to stare at her naked breasts, the nipples peaking forward.
“Touch them.”
“What?” She wasn’t sure what he meant.
“Touch your nipples. Toy with them. Make them harder.”
Heat flashed across her cheeks and chest as she thought about touching herself in front of him, but she obeyed. She stroked the nubs, then squeezed them lightly between her fingertips.
“Very good. Now kneel down in front of me and sit back on your heels.”
She stepped back and lowered to her knees, then rested her bare ass on her heels, as instructed.
“Legs wide.”
She opened her thighs, exposing the leather crotch of her panties.
“Now rip off the leather covering your pussy, just like I did on your bra.”
She shivered at the thought of her private place bared to him like that. But she reached down and found the edge of the leather and tugged it away. The ripping sound of the Velcro seemed to echo through the room.
His hot gaze on her naked folds sent heat thrumming through her. She was uneasy yet intensely aroused.
Here she was almost totally naked, yet he was still fully clothed. She felt vulnerable and exposed.
She couldn’t believe she liked the feeling so much.
“Touch your pussy.”
Her cheeks burned, but she pressed her fingers to her flesh. It was slick and hot.
“Are you wet?”
“Um… yes.”
“How do you address me?”
“Yes, Master.”
His sexy smile almost melted her on the spot.
“Finger yourself. I want you to make yourself so dripping wet that my thick cock will slide right in with no effort at all.”
Her hand trembled as she moved her fingers over her moist flesh. No one had ever watched her masturbate before and it was a strange feeling. Embarrassing.
But as she watched his charcoal eyes flare to burning embers, her excitement grew. He liked watching her. That was clear. It was turning him on.
She pushed her fingers deeper inside, stroking her passage.
“Touch your clit, too.”
She brought her other hand to her pussy and found the little button hidden in the folds. She ran her fingertip over it and pleasure jolted through her.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes, Master.”
* * *
Fuck, King could barely stand it any longer. His cock ached at the sight of her fingers pushing in and out of her tight pussy, her other finger fondling her clit.
He hadn’t fucked this woman in five years and he thought he’d die if he didn’t drive his cock deep inside her melting heat right now.
He stood up and unzipped his pants, then dropped them to the floor. He stepped toward her, pulling his cock from his boxers, then brushed it against her cheek. She turned toward it and licked the tip, then opened her mouth. The feel of her warm tongue rasping over him was like lightning jolting through him.
He pressed into her warm mouth, filling it with his cockhead. She suckled, driving him wild with need. He pushed further in. Slowly. Letting her grow accustomed to his thickness. She pushed forward, taking him deeper than he expected.
He drew back, then glided deep again. He cast his gaze down, but couldn’t tell if she was still stimulating her pussy.
“Are you still touching yourself? Making yourself wetter?”
Her gaze turned up to his and she nodded.
“Good.”
His voice sounded calm—a testament to his self-control—but tension vibrated through him. He needed to drive his cock inside that wet pussy soon.
She squeezed his cock as he glided into her mouth again.
Her breathing was accelerating and he could tell she was bringing herself close to orgasm.
“Stop touching your pussy and stroke my balls.”
Disappointment flickered in her eyes, but then he felt her slick fingers stroke his testicles.
Fuck, it felt amazing.
He drew back, gliding his cock from her mouth.
“Suck them.”
Her green eyes turned upward, meeting his gaze. She looked so sweet and innocent. Which made the feel of her fingers stroking his balls intensely more exciting. She leaned forward and licked his balls, then drew one in her mouth. It was so warm and melting hot there as she suckled him softly, he moaned.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. In two strides, he walked her backward to the wall and crushed her against it with his body. He ran his hand down her belly, then glided his fingers over her dripping pussy. Fuck, he had to be inside her.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and pressed it to her opening, then drove inside. She gasped, his body crushing her against the wall, his big cock fully embedded in her.
“Do you like my big cock inside you, slave?”
“Yes, Master,” she whimpered.
“How much?”
“I… I think I’d die if you pulled it out.”
“Why?”
“It’s so big and thick. It’s stretching me so much I feel like I’m splitting in two.”
He loved hearing her talk about his cock inside her.
“What else?”
“It’s so long I feel—”
He drew back and thrust deep.
“Yes?” he demanded.
“I feel like it’s reaching into my soul.”
He thrust harder.
God, she was so wet and warm around him. Her passage so welcoming.
He was going to come fast and hard. Any minute. But he wanted her right there with him.
He leaned in close and murmured against her ear, “I want you to come.”
He thrust deep.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured.