Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(28)

"This is my punishment," Callum ground out. "I'm going to please you. Then I'm going to walk around with my cock in knots all night. Eventually, there will be punishment for you too, love, for lying to me, for keeping me away from what belongs to me. Don't you want to know what I'll do to you?"

"God, Callum, that feels so good." Why did he keep talking? She writhed closer, moving against his hand, trying to steal more of the shocking pleasure. "Don't stop."

His free hand tweaked her nipple hard. "No. You don't control this. If you move like that again, you'll get the punishment I'm promising you much sooner."

She stilled. His voice had gone so hard, so rough. She'd never heard him be anything but gentle with her. "What are you doing?" 

He circled her clit again, so achingly soft. He took her right to the edge again. "I'm taking control. You're excellent at your job and you should know I will attempt to follow all of your advice when it comes to the boardroom, but I'm the Master in the bedroom-or wherever I happen to be fucking you." He inserted a finger inside her, and he hissed. "You're going to squeeze my cock so tightly. You're so hot and wet and ripe. It will be hell to wait to get inside you."

His words melted her, along with his touch. It took everything she had not to move against him. By forcing her to remain still, he robbed her of all control. He took the power, drew out the sensual torture. Stole her ability to think. Normally, her mind didn't have an off switch. Now, she could only focus on doing whatever necessary to keep his hands on her.

"Please, Callum."

His finger worked inside her, marking perfect time against the thumb at her clit. Pressure built between her thighs. So much glorious pressure. She was moving toward something she'd never felt. All those little pleasures she'd managed to give herself were nothing compared to the shimmering explosion she sensed right around the bend. So close. With her body poised and on the edge, she knew she was close.

"Oh, all of this pleases Callum," he murmured. "But you're going to give me even more. Once we're settled in and we've negotiated all the terms-yes, we'll negotiate, despite what I said earlier-you'll pay for the lie. You owe me for all the long months you kept us apart. I would have seduced you the day we met had it not been for that silly ring on your finger."

She sat, spread open wide, trying to be so obedient. She clutched his free arm and held on as he eased his thick finger in and out of her. He pressed his hard cock against her thigh. As often as she'd fantasized about being the woman who made him ache, the reality felt surreal. But it was true. Gorgeous Callum Thurston-Hughes had an erection for her. The bad boy of the football world wanted her and he was proving it.

As much as she should, Tori wouldn't refuse him now. If he stepped between her legs and tried to make love to her, she would likely welcome him. Decorum and professionalism didn't stand a chance against the blistering want he created inside her. Therein lay the danger of getting too close to any of them. She'd always known it, felt the sizzle from the moment she'd met them all, but now the roar of arousal drowned out the warning bells gonging in her head.

"Your punishment, love? I will spank that gorgeous backside of yours," he promised. "Very soon. Until it's pink and perfect and you're begging me to fuck you.

Tori sucked in a breath. She wasn't shying away from his soft threat. Instead, she envisioned how he would spank her. Would he lay her across his lap or tell her to bend over in front of him? Would he slowly draw her skirt up or order her to stand naked in front of him?

The concept of Callum smacking her backside with his hand shouldn't be appealing. She'd always considered herself a strong, independent woman, so taking such a punishment from a man who meant to control her sexually should horrify her. Instead, it just made her flesh slicker and more ready for Callum's cock.

"Let me see you fly, love. Let me see how beautiful you are when you surrender." Callum pressed against her thigh, his erection nudging her insistently. "Come for me."

His thumb pressed down hard and his finger curled inside her channel, finding the exact spot that sent her straight over the edge. The pressure converged. The burst of pleasure dazzled. Euphoria swam through her veins as her body bucked. With his kiss, Callum captured her cry, swallowing down the sound of his name on her lips.



       
         
       
        

Then bliss took over, and she sagged in his arms, perfectly content with the haze of pleasure she found herself wrapped in.