The heat in his eyes created a hunger in her she’d never known. For his lips. His touch. His cock. His heart.
Every. Single. Piece.
She knew she was playing with fire in more ways than one. Cole DeMarco was a dangerous man. Her enemy. A man who had sentenced her father to death and left her alone in this world. No matter what he did to her body, no matter how much she wanted to surrender, she couldn’t forget what she was here to do. She had to get the bank account information and save Tasha. And maybe, just maybe, she’d find the evidence to prove her father had been innocent.
This was role play. A consensual game between two adults. He didn’t truly want her. She was simply a canvas for his art, no more than a prop for him to use in his photographs. For all she knew, he photographed all his trainees. Made them feel special. Made them feel beautiful. Made them want to submit to his commands.
Cole’s expression turned feral, his eyes darkening, narrowing, and his lips flattening into a straight line. “Let’s turn those red nipples a deeper shade, shall we?” Wax dripped on the sensitive skin, lighting up the nerves and sending shockwaves deep within her pussy.
She threw her head back and moaned, the fine line between role play and reality blurring.
He dropped to his knees, his face hovering only inches over hers. His thumb swiped across her bottom lip and plunged past, brushing her tongue before sliding back out again. “Your lips . . . I wonder what they’d look like after sucking on my cock. They’re already so plump. So fuckable. I can’t resist them anymore.”
And then his mouth was on hers in a bruising crash of passion and aggression that made her heart sing and her body soar. He tasted sweet, like red licorice and cola. His tongue teased hers, touching and retreating, teasing and promising.
All too soon, he pulled away. She breathed heavy, her mind and body at war with one another, and her body winning. Why did he kiss her?
He picked up the candle again and held it directly over her pussy, so close she could feel the heat of the flame. He stared at her between her legs and licked his lips.
The hot wax hit her labia. Her pulse raced. Then those lips that had been on hers curled into a feral smile.
Heat enveloped her clit as the wax made contact. She shuddered. A throbbing began in her clit, and the muscles in her abdomen tightened, her arousal spiking to an all-time high. She needed more. Needed him.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice raspy.
She gazed into his eyes. “Please make me come, Master Cole.”
His nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated, making his rich cocoa eyes turn ever darker. A muscle jumped in his jaw, and his lips pressed into a straight line.
He scooted down her body and settled himself between her legs, but he didn’t undress. Using his thumbs, he spread the lips of her pussy apart and examined her as if it held the key to ending world hunger. The cameras continued to flash and snap, recording every moment. It was dirty. Wanton. Sinful.
He blew a stream of air over her clitoris, and the small breeze caused her pussy to throb. His thumb brushed over the bundle of nerves as lightly as the previous air. Apparently, he wasn’t done torturing her.
Torture had never felt so good.
He dipped his fingers lower, gathering her wetness, and slid those fingers back up to her clitoris, squeezing it between his forefinger and thumb. A throaty moan passed through her lips.
She wanted to grind herself against his fingers, but even without him stating it, she instinctively knew he wouldn’t allow it. She’d begged him to make her come, and unless he requested her to do something, she was to lie here and permit him complete access to her body. He’d take care of her on his own time table, and there was nothing she could do to change his mind.
Her firsthand knowledge of sex was limited to experimentation with one man, Davis, her TA in art history 101. Lost after her father’s arrest, she was desperate for companionship. And Davis had been desperate to pretend he wasn’t gay. The sex had been painful and awkward. Their brief affair ended when he’d entered into a committed relationship with his male roommate.
He sunk a finger inside of her. “You’re drenched. Is this all for me, Danielle?” He added another, stretching her.
“Yes,” she admitted honestly. “I’ve been wet since the moment I stepped into your office yesterday.”
“I promise I’m going to take care of you, baby, and as I told you, I never break a promise. But right now, I want to play with you a little bit more. See how hard I can make you come. You’ve got to hold back until I say you can let go, yeah? Because I don’t want you simply to come. I want to watch you shatter.”