plunged two fingers into her soaked pussy. “All right, greedy slut, come.”
He lowered his mouth over her clit again and sucked hard as his fingers angled up to press her G-spot. She came with a scream, her back bowing off the table. He sucked until the sensation was unbearable. She tried to pull away, but his grip was strong and uncompromising as he held her down. She was about to tell him she couldn’t take any more when blessedly, he lifted his head and slowly withdrew his fingers.
Aftershocks rippled through her. He was right. The insane orgasm had been worth the wait. She felt used up, wrung out and blissful.
He eased her thighs from his shoulders. “Best dessert I’ve ever had.”
“I won’t tell Chris you said that.” She attempted to sit up. Her head spun in protest.
He stood and helped her up. “Easy. Take your time.”
She took a breath and blinked her eyes several times, trying to clear the fog. Brian eased her to a seated position. She propped herself up on one arm as her legs dangled off the table. He’d completely wrecked her, reduced her down to a mindless, pleading little slut. And she wanted more. Not just discipline and sex, but more of him, his touch, his praise, all of him.
Looking up, she noticed his eyes had a bit of blue around the pupils. They were warm and beautiful, fringed with long lashes she longed to brush with her fingertips. She wanted to trace the line of his jaw and kiss his soft lips with the tenderness she felt. Quickly, she lowered her gaze, afraid he would be able to read her dreamy thoughts.
They stayed that way for a few awkward, silent moments—her avoiding his gaze, him standing in front of her, but not touching her. She had no idea what to say and it seemed he didn’t either. What should she say? Thanks for the orgasm. Could you just wrap your arms around me for a second and pretend you care so I don’t feel like such a whore? She knew he wouldn’t. This was strictly dominance and submission, right? No sappy sentiments here.
As if confirming her thoughts, he cleared his throat and stepped away from her to fasten his pants. “Go ahead and get dressed,” he ordered, his voice curt.
She ignored the stab of hurt and shakily got to her feet. Confused and ashamed, she gathered her clothes as quickly as she could. She suddenly wanted out of this cold, oppressive house and away from Brian. Once she was dressed in her wrinkled clothes, torn stockings adjusted, flyaway hair tamed somewhat, she took a deep breath and faced the man who was now her Dom.
She didn’t need a mirror to tell her she was a rumpled mess. He, on the other hand, looked crisp and composed. His demeanor was once again icy and distant. There. Now that was the Brian she was familiar with.
“It occurs to me that we didn’t discuss aftercare.” He eyed her with cool concern.
“I’m fine, really.” She tried to sound much more together than she felt. “Thanks for dinner…and dessert,” she added, forcing a smile.
“I’ll walk you out.”
She wished he wouldn’t, but nodded and followed him to the foyer. “Um, I just need to get my…” She gestured toward the coat closet.
He retrieved her bag and handed it to her. “Skulls, very cute.” He smirked.
He was trying to lighten the moment, but she was utterly humorless. She wanted this night to be over. She stepped around him and opened the door. The salty night air made it easier for her to breathe.
“So, I guess I’ll see you at work.” God, she sounded like an idiot. Of course she’d see him at work. She needed to get the hell out of there before she made an even bigger ass of herself.
“Yes, you will. And Genevieve?” The moment she turned her attention to him, he kissed her, just a quick brush of his lips that felt more like obligation rather than anything else. “Please drive safe.”
“Yes Sir.”
She headed down the steps, compelling herself to walk slowly and keep her composure. The shame she carried made it damn
He lowered his mouth over her clit again and sucked hard as his fingers angled up to press her G-spot. She came with a scream, her back bowing off the table. He sucked until the sensation was unbearable. She tried to pull away, but his grip was strong and uncompromising as he held her down. She was about to tell him she couldn’t take any more when blessedly, he lifted his head and slowly withdrew his fingers.
Aftershocks rippled through her. He was right. The insane orgasm had been worth the wait. She felt used up, wrung out and blissful.
He eased her thighs from his shoulders. “Best dessert I’ve ever had.”
“I won’t tell Chris you said that.” She attempted to sit up. Her head spun in protest.
He stood and helped her up. “Easy. Take your time.”
She took a breath and blinked her eyes several times, trying to clear the fog. Brian eased her to a seated position. She propped herself up on one arm as her legs dangled off the table. He’d completely wrecked her, reduced her down to a mindless, pleading little slut. And she wanted more. Not just discipline and sex, but more of him, his touch, his praise, all of him.
Looking up, she noticed his eyes had a bit of blue around the pupils. They were warm and beautiful, fringed with long lashes she longed to brush with her fingertips. She wanted to trace the line of his jaw and kiss his soft lips with the tenderness she felt. Quickly, she lowered her gaze, afraid he would be able to read her dreamy thoughts.
They stayed that way for a few awkward, silent moments—her avoiding his gaze, him standing in front of her, but not touching her. She had no idea what to say and it seemed he didn’t either. What should she say? Thanks for the orgasm. Could you just wrap your arms around me for a second and pretend you care so I don’t feel like such a whore? She knew he wouldn’t. This was strictly dominance and submission, right? No sappy sentiments here.
As if confirming her thoughts, he cleared his throat and stepped away from her to fasten his pants. “Go ahead and get dressed,” he ordered, his voice curt.
She ignored the stab of hurt and shakily got to her feet. Confused and ashamed, she gathered her clothes as quickly as she could. She suddenly wanted out of this cold, oppressive house and away from Brian. Once she was dressed in her wrinkled clothes, torn stockings adjusted, flyaway hair tamed somewhat, she took a deep breath and faced the man who was now her Dom.
She didn’t need a mirror to tell her she was a rumpled mess. He, on the other hand, looked crisp and composed. His demeanor was once again icy and distant. There. Now that was the Brian she was familiar with.
“It occurs to me that we didn’t discuss aftercare.” He eyed her with cool concern.
“I’m fine, really.” She tried to sound much more together than she felt. “Thanks for dinner…and dessert,” she added, forcing a smile.
“I’ll walk you out.”
She wished he wouldn’t, but nodded and followed him to the foyer. “Um, I just need to get my…” She gestured toward the coat closet.
He retrieved her bag and handed it to her. “Skulls, very cute.” He smirked.
He was trying to lighten the moment, but she was utterly humorless. She wanted this night to be over. She stepped around him and opened the door. The salty night air made it easier for her to breathe.
“So, I guess I’ll see you at work.” God, she sounded like an idiot. Of course she’d see him at work. She needed to get the hell out of there before she made an even bigger ass of herself.
“Yes, you will. And Genevieve?” The moment she turned her attention to him, he kissed her, just a quick brush of his lips that felt more like obligation rather than anything else. “Please drive safe.”
“Yes Sir.”
She headed down the steps, compelling herself to walk slowly and keep her composure. The shame she carried made it damn