Hold back? Was he kidding? How the hell could she stop herself from coming? It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him it was impossible, but instead, she answered, “Yes, Master.”
A growl erupted from his throat, and then he was on her. He peeled some wax from her clitoris before sucking it between his lips. His fingers slid high inside of her and rubbed. It was as if someone had plugged her into an electrical outlet. Her thighs shook, and her heart hammered so loudly and so quickly, she felt as though she’d pass out. Heat built in her pussy. Growing hotter and hotter until it boiled. Every muscle in her body clenched with the need for release.
His tongue worked its magic on her clit. Flicking it over and over in time with his fingers, which continued to massage the sensitive spot inside of her. With soft reverence like a prayer, his name spilled from her lips, her subtle way of begging him to push her over the edge.
He buried his face into her pussy, groaning as he ate at her.
She couldn’t hold on much longer. The dual sensations caused by his fingers and tongue, not to mention the sounds of his licks and his moans, were pushing her closer and closer to climax. It didn’t seem possible she’d held out this long. That she hadn’t already come and come hard. She should’ve known he’d get his way. He wouldn’t be satisfied until she shattered.
He hooked his pinky around the bottom of her pussy and dipped it between her bottom cheeks, exploring the sensitive skin. She jerked, the touch short-circuiting her brain and making her crazed for more. Even though she didn’t use the words, he answered her anyway. It penetrated her, creating a slight burning and awakening a whole lot of nerves she’d never known existed.
It was too much. She couldn’t take anymore.
He lifted his face. “Come, Danielle.” When he licked her clit hard with the flat of his tongue, she had no choice but to comply. She felt the orgasm from the tip of her toes to the top of her head and everywhere in between. Her entire body pulsed and quaked. Her toes curled, her hands clenched, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. It was that good.
She didn’t come. She exploded. Broke apart.
Just as he’d promised.
She shattered.
Chapter Twelve
COLE REMOVED HIMSELF from between her legs and stood. “Stay there while I clean the wax off you.”
The cameras had stopped their snapping of pictures. Cole turned off the studio lights, dimming the space. Her eyes fluttered shut. She wanted to escape and go back to her room for a shower, but she didn’t have the energy. Breathing deep, she listened to the sounds Cole made as he moved around the room.
She felt his presence beside her moments before he brushed something across her lips. “Open up.” He popped a piece of chocolate into her mouth. “How are you feeling?”
She sighed. “Tired.”
He chuckled and fed her another piece. “Eat a little more candy.”
An orgasm and chocolate. No wonder people came here for slave training.
“I’m going to rub some baby oil on your skin to help soften the wax and then scrape it off with a comb.” He kneaded the top of her breasts with his oiled hands.
“I get a massage too?”
“How’s that?”
“Heaven.” As his hands inched lower and stroked the area that included her nipples, she opened her eyes to an up-close view of Cole’s covered erection. “Do you need me to take care of it?”
He stopped for a brief moment and hissed out a breath. “I’m good. Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll take you back to your room.”
Her heart slammed against her breastbone. “Or you could take me to yours,” she offered, guilt and hope snaking together as she seized the opportunity to access his residence.
He avoided her eyes. “I don’t allow any slaves in my private residence.”
The words sliced through her like a machete. He’d reverted to his Master voice, speaking as if this was a rule he’d had to repeat a thousand times. Silly of her to think for a moment she meant more to him than a slave. “Right. Of course.”
“If I could, I would.” Using the comb, he removed pieces of wax from her chest. “I have to have clear boundaries, or I’d never have any space to myself.”
“It’s fine, I get it.” She gritted her teeth and lay as still as possible, trying her best to dissociate from her body as she would in a doctor’s exam. Cole worked in silence, completing the process of removing wax from her skin. When he got to her pussy, she clamped her legs together. “I’ll get that off myself. If you don’t mind, I’d prefer to return to my room for a shower.” A warm one that would erase the chill that had settled in her bones.