Free For His Keeping (For His Pleasure, Book 3) by Kelly Favor

it gently, testing. It was different, but very pleasant, Nicole realized. Still, she was anxious about the size—the girth—of Red’s penis going into her that way.
    A moment later, he was reaching under her right hip and using his fingers to stimulate her clitoris, and once again she was very close to climaxing. “Now you touch yourself,” he commanded.
    Gratefully she began masturbating, using both hands to rub her swollen mound.
    The climax was building. As she did this, Red pushed the head of his cock into her anus.
    The tip slid in and the feeling was so exciting to her that she started to have an orgasm.
    “That feels good,” she whispered.
    “You’re so tight,” he said. “I’m going in further now. Tell me if it becomes too much.” And then he was sliding in and the sensation was much more pleasant than Nicole ever could have imagined, although there was some pressure too that could have been uncomfortable if she didn’t trust him so much. She played with her pussy as he moved into her, sliding in and out of her wet rectum. She began to push back into him, taking his cock even further than expected.
    Red gasped. “Oh my god. Nicole. You feel amazing.”
    “I’m coming,” she cried out.
    And then he came inside of her as she climaxed, and it was a strange, but distinctly good sensation as she was stimulated in both places at once.
    “Now I’ve taken you in every imaginable way,” he told her, whispering it into her ear.
    “Yes,” she murmured. “And I love that I’m yours.”
    “You’re mine and no man will ever have you the way that I’ve had you.”
    “There will never be anybody else but you,” she told him. “Now promise me I’m the only one for you, Red.”
    He held her close to him and she could feel his heart racing, slowing just a little at a time. “You’re the only one for me,” he said. “And nothing will ever break us apart.”

    ***
    The next morning started off well.
    At about nine o’clock in the morning, Red had his laptop open and he was playing a streaming Internet program called The Street Sweep, a show about the stock market. It was a repeat of yesterday’s show, since right now it was about three in the morning back in the U.S.
    While the Internet show played in the background, Red and Nicole were eating the breakfast they’d ordered from room service.
    Red was having eggs Florentine and Nicole was eating the Eggs Benedict. They were sitting at the small table in the living room next to a large picture window overlooking the street.
    It felt very European, Nicole thought with a smile, as she sipped the delicious dark German coffee. She’d never even had room service before in her entire life.
    She took a forkful of egg and dipped it in the hollandaise sauce, savoring the bite as it melted in her mouth. “This might be the best breakfast I’ve ever had,” she told him.
    “I’m not going to mention that to Chef Roland, he’d be very hurt,” Red replied with a wry grin.
    Suddenly she had a thought that bothered her a little. The thought was that, as fun as eating breakfast in a fancy hotel room was, she didn’t want it to become her entire life.
    Casually, she said, “I’ve been thinking your mother might have made a good point.”
    His eyes narrowed a fraction. “What do you mean?” he asked.
    “How she said this life gets boring.” Nicole toyed with her eggs briefly. She wasn’t even sure why the thought had come up in her mind. After all, she was having a grand time in the scheme of things. Sure, there was a lot of stress right now about Red’s company, but flying around the world, eating different cuisine, meeting people from different cultures—Nicole found it all exciting.
    But she wondered if long-term, it would really be enough.
    “Boring?” he said, sitting back with his coffee cup and taking a dramatic sip.
    “Was last night dull for you?”
    She felt her face flush as she recalled what he’d done to her in the middle of the night.