Red Handed(55)
He slipped his finger in farther, and she gasped at the burning fullness. If that’s how it felt with one finger, how could she handle anything more? “It might feel uncomfortable, or you might love it. But it shouldn’t hurt.” Slowly, he moved his finger in and out, igniting all the nerves along its path.
She crooked her head over her shoulder and licked her lips as she watched him fucking her ass with his finger.
Heat flared in his eyes. He stood, ripping off his vest and swiftly removing his pants. “I need to fuck you.” One hand yanked her hair as the other snaked around her waist and brought her to a standing position. Then he forced her up against the cold glass of the window, holding her arms over her head, his hot erection digging into the small of her back. “Beg for my cock.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Please, Master, fill me with your cock. I need you.”
Gripping both her wrists in one of his hands, he used his other to line up his cock with her drenched entrance, and in one thrust, his entire length was seated inside her pussy. He plunged in and out of her slippery channel, pressing her overheated body into the cool glass of the window.
He commanded her body and its responses as though he was its true master, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, keeping her teetering on the edge. Each time, her muscles clamped harder around his cock, greedy for release. Knowing full well what he was doing to her, he laughed, and she felt the rumble of it vibrate through her straight to her pussy.
“You want to come?” he crooned. “You need permission. Ask me.”
“Please, Master, may I come?”
He released her arms and pinched her nipple. “Not yet.”
She grumbled indignantly. If he wasn’t going to give her permission, why the hell did he make her ask for it? “Please?”
“You need to ask louder. I want everyone on this floor—everyone in the entire mansion—to know who’s fucking you.”
Her pussy rippled with a mini-orgasm, her arousal dripping out of her from his words.
“Let’s hear you,” he said loudly.
“Please, Master Cole, may I come?” she shouted. She threw her head back and groaned. “Please?”
“Yes, Danielle. Come with me. Now.” His hand drifted down from her breast to her pussy where he flicked her swollen clitoris and pounded into her once. Twice. Then froze.
His cock twitched and pulsed inside her, his hot release jetting against her walls, setting off her own climax. Her pussy gripped him, milking him as it clenched over and over again, sending pulsing waves of liquid heat through her body. “I’m coming. Oh, God, I’m coming so hard.” She shook from the force, and it if wasn’t for Cole’s body still pressing her into the glass, she would’ve fallen. “I think you killed me.”
Chuckling, he dragged her with him to the bed, and they both fell onto it, resting their heads on the pillow. His fingers played with the ends of her hair as he rained kisses down her cheek.
Her hand curled into his chest. “Does this mean we’re going steady?”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “It means for as long as you’re here, I’m your Master. You don’t negotiate with anyone other than me unless it’s in class, and no one touches you without my permission. It’s not the traditional type of relationship you’re seeking, but it’s the only one I can offer.”
She tried not to think about tomorrow. “I want it. Whatever you can give, for however long you choose to give it, I accept. I belong to you and only you.” She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, sweeping her tongue into his mouth and reigniting her arousal.
He inched closer, slipping his hand under her pillow. She heard a rustling before he removed his hand, bringing with it the note left by the kidnapper. He frowned and started to flatten out the paper. “What’s this?”
She seized it from his hand and jumped out of bed. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just something I was working on. It’s garbage.” She crumpled it up into a tighter ball and dropped it in the trash. “Nothing to worry about.”
She slid back into bed with him.
Nothing at all.
Chapter Twenty-One
MUCH MORE REFRESHED after having slept with Cole in her bed last night, Danielle locked her bedroom door behind her, a delicious soreness between her thighs to remind her she’d spent half the night making love. She turned around and smacked into Cassandra.
Cassandra wore a huge smile and little else, her silver mesh dress barely covering the tops of her thighs. “So rumor has it you and Master Cole got it on in the gallery. And then later in your room. In fact, half the floor heard you last night.” The smile slid away as if it had melted. “Just remember what we talked about. I don’t want to see you hurt.”