Free Their Soul Mate [The Hot Millionaires #5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

control here, Justine, and you’ll do as you’re told.”
    Even so, he got the message and finally gave his attention to her tits. One hand delved inside a cup and found a rock-hard nipple. He pinched it between his fingers so hard that it took a moment or two longer than she’d anticipated for the pain to transmute to pleasure. When it did, she gasped, almost overwhelmed with the intensity of the sensation.
    “I thought so,” Cody said, sounding very pleased with himself.
    He turned her sideways. “Look at yourself in the mirror there,” he said.
    He moved behind her, freed both breasts from her basque and gripped the nipples with considerable force. She did as he asked, glanced at her reflection, and gasped for a very different reason. She couldn’t associate the woman behaving so wantonly with herself. The one in the mirror had a flushed face, her lips were full and pouting, and her eyes glowed with wicked passion. But what so astonished her was how her body appeared. Perhaps it was the tightness of the basque, but it almost looked as though she had an hourglass figure, which was just plain ridiculous.
    She leaned back against the still–fully clothed Cody and ground her ass against his cock. How long would it be before she finally got to touch it and feel it inside her? Zac had only fucked her a couple of hours ago. She came three times for him, once more when she brought herself off, and was already desperate for more. Jason had never made her feel like this. For all that he was trendy and popular, he lacked imagination in the bedroom. With her tastes, how come she hadn’t minded? Probably because of her hang-ups about her appearance, she supposed. Jason was quite a catch, or so she’d been led to believe, and she’d gotten used to vanilla sex that was over with very quickly, leaving her feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.
    “Like what you see?” he asked, his tongue tickling her ear as he spoke.
    “I’d like it more if I could see you.”
    He tapped her butt. “All in good time.”
    His hands went to work on her nipples again, and this time it was him who ground his cock into her ass. Each time she moved a muscle he chastised her.
    “If you move again, I’ll stop touching you.”
    She knew he meant it because Doms got off on being obeyed absolutely. Justine immediately stilled, willing him to carry on with the torture. He didn’t disappoint. With one of his hands still gouging a breast, she watched in the mirror as he released his belt and unzipped his pants. A huge erection sprang free, and she instinctively opened her legs a little so that it could nestle between them.
    “That what you want, babe?”
    She was panting with need. “Yes, you know it is.”
    “Where do you want it?”
    “Can I touch it?”
    “Be my guest.”
    Justine reached for him. He groaned as her fingers closed around his length and exerted enough pressure to make him expand even more.
    “Taste it,” he said, placing a hand on top of her head and forcing her to her knees. “Wrap your sweet lips round it, babe.”
    Justine willingly sucked his massive cock into her mouth, her tongue tantalizing his slit as her hands closed about his balls. She took him all the way to the back of her throat and then let him go again, repeating the process until Cody abruptly withdrew.
    Ah, so Mr. Cool isn’t quite so in control as he’d have me believe.
    “Where do you want it now?” he asked, his voice thick and husky.
    “My ass. I like taking it up the ass, but you’re big. I might not be able to—”
    Cody dismissed her fears with a casual laugh. “That plug should have distended you enough by now.”
    His hands left her as he stepped out of his clothes and reached for the nipple clamps. He attached them carefully, clearly worried about hurting her, but the only pain Justine felt was desperation.
    “The sensation’s going to kill me,” she said on a tortured breath when the clamps were in place, burning her.
    “Get used to it