Free Ruby Ink (Clairmont Series Novel Book 1) by L.J. Wilson

surrounded by a table full of men in suits, would Vanessa ever submit to such indulgent control. It made this behavior that much more gratifying. “It could be I’m not that interested,” he challenged. “Maybe I found someone more willing to play your part. Young, impressionable girls—of age of course—the right ones are eager to do whatever I ask.”
    Her head cocked and her pale brow furrowed. Initially, Vanessa was such a willing participant. Now, he wondered if the thrill had faded. Their last few encounters featured common—albeit aggressive—sex.
    “There’s no one else,” she said in a stronger voice. “Your better half, she’d never offer herself to you, not like this.”
    She’d deviated from her role, and he lurched forward, her jaw pinching in his grip. “What did you say to me?”
    “Nothing,” she quickly corrected. “I… it’s just… “
    Stefan drew over her, hissing in Vanessa’s ear. “Have you forgotten the rules?” His arms reached, adding to the pressure of the wrist-binding ties. “In this bed, you’ll do as I say… what I demand.” Her head nodded timidly. “If I say, you’ll suck on my cock until it explodes inside your mouth… that’s what will happen.” He made his point, moving forward and bracing his arms on the bedframe while Vanessa took his stiff cock in her mouth. He closed his eyes, his dominant mood giving way to pure pleasure. “That’s it, Ness. Now you’re earning some points. Christ, you suck dick better than you run a board meeting.”
    This was the beauty of a purely sexual relationship. Many things about Vanessa amazed him, but none more so than her willingness to participate. Even in a traditional relationship that enjoyed a setting like this, most women thrived on the emotion of the experience. Men, for most of his miserable lot, did not. Vanessa was the rare exception. He felt himself reach a fine, lingering edge of pleasure and stopped, withdrawing from her mouth. Reaching for the nightstand drawer, he extracted a cylinder-shaped case. There was an audible click as he opened it. In response, she writhed under him. “I suppose you thought I’d had no time to bring any toys from the city.”
    Her head jerked up off the pillow, and her legs spread willingly. Naturally, she was careful not to smile. “Please… yes,” she said, the tone obedient.
    The flip of a switch and the soft motorized hum resulted in a needy gasp, a slight grimace overtaking Vanessa’s full lips. “View this temptation as a toast to our Abstract Enchantment’s maiden vogue. I bet it’s been a good long time since you took a maiden voyage, huh, Ness? Fucked your fair lot along the way. Did you want any of them as much as this?”
    “No, not like this,” she said. “Not like you.”
    “And what else is it you’d like, Ness?” Stefan worked from the top down, the tool set on low as her nipples did the non-verbal begging. Her teeth dug so hard into her lower lip he thought it might bleed while her hands gripped rigidly around the ties. She teetered between frustration and pleasure. The device skated in small circles around her breasts, ducking lower, just past the flat of her belly button. Fantasy said you could make a woman come this way, just by tantalizing her breasts. But Stefan knew it was bullshit. Aiding his effort, while the vibrator gently tempted her, his other hand moved more aggressively between Vanessa’s legs.
    She writhed in unison with the sensations. But bound wrists and darkness put Vanessa where he wanted her—under his control. “No, not so fast. Not yet, pet,” he said, his gaze absorbing the tension-filled view. The vibrator inched lower. Soft but definitely there strokes moved to thick folds of skin that protected his main target—female parts, with which he was intimately acquainted. Rushing would do no good. The goal wasn’t simply to make her come, but hear her insist that he was the only man who could deliver her to such a