Now that they were alone, she didn’t know what to do for him. How could she ease his pain?
She could seduce him, here and now, while his guard was down. Once he broke his rule against fucking a trainee, it would only be a matter of time before he brought her up to his bed. She might be taking advantage of the situation, but she’d be giving him comfort in return.
She’d be a vessel for him to slake his lusts. There’d be no expectations of a relationship or promises of forever. Only a temporary fix for his broken heart.
His head hung to his chest as she stood and unzipped her dress. She tugged it down her legs and when it dropped to the floor, she kicked it out of the way and kneeled in front of Cole. Trying to copy what she’d seen around the club, she spread her thighs and bowed her head.
She swallowed thickly, shivering with both apprehension and arousal. Her body warmed, a flush breaking out on her chest and a subtle pounding in her clit. She’d never been more aware of her position as his slave. Although it sliced her in half to think of serving him as he thought of another woman, she’d do it. Not out of guilt or because she expected anything in return, but because he needed her.
“Master Cole, how may I be of service?”
He snapped up his head and leveled his gaze on Danielle, capturing her with the blatant heat in his eyes. The fury and pain from his eyes melted away, replaced by sexual awareness and desire. Her nipples jutted out, drawing his attention to them.
He shifted himself closer to her and cupped a breast in his hand, brushing his thumb across the center and licking his lower lip. “You really want to serve me?” At her nod, Cole squeezed her flesh, his nostrils flaring and his pupils dilating. He placed his hands on her waist and tugged her toward him, then lying on his back, lifted her so she straddled his chest. “I’m going to sink my cock inside of that addictive pussy of yours and lose myself in you.”
“No.” She shook her head even as she grinded her pussy against him, painting his skin with her glistening arousal. “You don’t fuck the trainees. I won’t be your regret.”
He tucked two fingers high inside her pussy and worked her clit with his thumb. “My only regret is not doing it sooner.” With his other hand securing the back of her neck, he pushed her face closer. “But if you don’t want me . . . if you want to use the safe word—”
“Use me.” She couldn’t deny him. Didn’t want to. “Whatever you need from me, it’s yours. I belong to you.”
He growled. “Not yet, you don’t. But you will. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep, you’ll never doubt who your Master is.” He hoisted her over his face and began to devour her, spreading her wide and probing her entrance with his tongue.
She threw back her head and surrendered, overwhelmed by his fevered and voracious appetite for her. The whiskers on his cheeks rubbed against her thighs, sensitizing the skin and setting it on fire. His mouth fit over her labia as if he was trying to suck her entire pussy at once. His tongue swept from her channel to her clitoris, which he flicked again and again. Like lightning, it scorched her flesh, making her thighs tremble and her pussy quiver. Her muscles clenched, an electrical current igniting her cells with pulses and throbs.
It was too much. Too intense. She tried to lift herself off him, move away, but he caught her by her thighs and yanked her down so hard, she worried she’d smother him.
He didn’t complain. Just kept on working her and working her hard, adding his fingers, first one, then two, then three inside her tight passage, rubbing the elusive spot only he could find. His hungry groans vibrated against her clitoris, adding another layer to her sweet torture.
Every part of her coiled tight, the heat in her lower belly blazing like a fire. “I’m going to come.”
Rather than answer her with words, a rumble tore from his chest, and he pressed his fingers harder as he massaged the bundle of nerves high inside her pussy.
The raging fire grew higher and higher, larger and larger, until it consumed her. Her eyes squeezed shut, the force of the orgasm drowning her in pleasure, and an unfamiliar wail tore from her chest.
Before her climax had finished, he pulled his fingers from her contracting pussy and rolled her over so she was under him. “Forgive me.” He scrambled to release his cock from his pants. “I can’t be gentle.”
She didn’t know how he’d managed it so quickly, but he sunk his cock in one swift motion, the force so strong, she slid a few inches across the hardwood floor. “Oh, God.”
He stilled and cupped her face in his hands. “You were fucking made for me.” He kissed her gently. “Take me away, my beautiful Danielle. Make me forget.”