soaked already, taking her in and craving more. Craving something he would kill to give to her.
She drew in a deep, shuddering breath, her gaze still on him. “Now what are you thinking, Mac?”
He stared at that finger, wet his lips as it came out and went back in. “How much I want to fuck you.”
“How crude, Mackenzie. Where’s that polish? Your control? The charm you wield so easily?” Two of her other fingers got involved, started rubbing her clit in slow circles.
Her hips lifted, accommodating her, starting to move in sinuous circles, building with her reaction.
“I think I might just keep doing this until I come. Would you like that?”
“No, Mistress.”
“No?” She arched a brow. “You don’t want me to feel pleasure?”
“I want to give it to you, Mistress.” He bit back a groan as her finger came out, glistening with her juices. He could smell her strongly now, in his nose, in all his senses, coursing through him like the effects of an illegal street drug. Mac struggled to summon a rational thought. “I can give you far more pleasure, Mistress. With any part of me you desire.”
He’d rip someone limb from limb just to win the right to put his smallest finger inside her, feel that heat and silk clamp down on him. He gasped as the harness buckle bit into his cock, ruthlessly pinching the engorged flesh between the stiff strap and the metal.
“Mackenzie –” Her sharp eyes went from his face to his cock. “Ask.”
“Let me make you come, Mistress.”
Her pretty jaw flexed. “Stubborn son of a bitch. Ask.” He shook his head. His Mistress stood, withdrawing her hand from herself and straightening her skirt with a quick shimmy of her hips. She raised her fingers high, brought them to his eager mouth. He latched onto them without hesitation, drawing them in, sucking her taste off them and making sure he made it enjoyable for her too, taking care to slide his tongue smoothly along the line of her knuckles, the tender web of skin connecting her fingers, rather than slobbering over them like a Saint Bernard like he wanted to do.
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Natural Law
“Ask,” she said in precise, angry tones. “And I will let you make me come with your tongue, let you bury your face in my pussy and eat your fill.” As bribes went, it was the best he’d ever been offered, but there was more at stake than that, a wall he didn’t dare go over. The pain was lessening the size of his erection.
Not much with her scent so close, her taste in his mouth, but enough to give him some focus.
“Please, Mistress, let me bring you pleasure.” He met her look, aware that his own was defiant, challenging, but there didn’t seem to be anything else he could do. The fear was pumping too hard behind it. It was the last defense he had.
Violet moved across the room from him, to the wall. She chose a braided crop and threaded it through her fingers, her back to him. She put it down, chose a cat with metal tips. She shook it out, testing its weight on her arm, nodded to herself.
Mac waited, his breath clogging in his throat, thick with the fury of a cornered, dangerous animal and the lust of a powerful man. He wanted loose. He wanted to bend her over the chair, take her ass with hard thrusts that would have her screaming for mercy and more. He didn’t want her beating him.
Violet turned, walked back to him. She left the cat on the chair, squatted, unsnapped the leash holding his cock tethered in its harness to the floor, giving him some relief. Then she moved around him, removed the ankle shackles, lowered the taut line holding his wrists above his head, loosened the cuffs on his calves.
“Free your hands.”
If she was thinking of walking out on him again, she’d have been smarter to leave him bound. Knowing he wasn’t thinking rationally, but unable to help the violent bent of his feelings, Mac nevertheless remembered to stay where he was, though he wanted to struggle to his feet and seize her. His cock ached