Free Mister Black: A Billionaire SEAL Story, Part 1 (In the Shadows) by P.T. Michelle

he quickly slides his knee between mine, breaking my thighs apart. The barest tease of his hard thigh muscle brushes against my aching center as he dips his head to whisper huskily in my ear. “There are so many other ways to punish.”
    The second I move close to his thigh, hoping to apply pressure where I need it most, he pulls his leg out of my reach. I bite the inside of my cheek and quickly realize I’m in way over my head.
    “So beautifully fucking responsive,” he murmurs, rolling his thumbs across my nipples. “Your name,” he commands.
    I shake my head, then gasp hard when he drags his thumbs down the front of my nipples. Even through the material, unimaginable pleasure sweeps through me.
    “You’re going to come while standing. I won’t touch you anywhere but here. You can’t move. Don’t touch anything but my arms. Got it?”
    “But I don’t think I can—” I exhale raggedly as pleasure shifts to pain, radiating throughout my chest. He’d only applied the slightest pressure at a different angle, but the effect is enough to cut me off.
    “Don’t think. Just take direction.”
    I frown; I don’t like being told what to do, but his voice softens to a silky purr. “The payoff will be worth it.”
    When I slowly nod, he smiles, and I finally see the dimple on his cheek for the first time. It’s barely there, but still perceptible. What changed in his life since I met him that night? I don’t think the man before me has looked for rainbows in a long time. He’s too focused, too intense, too…dark. Black as sin , he’d said. I want to ask him so much, but I can’t, not without revealing myself. Damn him for being this sexy and seductively intriguing.
    He moves his thumbs once more, doing something new that makes my legs feel boneless and my eyes shutter to half-mast. This time I can’t hold back my moan. I’m shocked to feel my inner muscles flexing, coiling, ready for release. I take a quick breath through my nose.
    “Not yet.” He shakes his head.
    My eyes widen. “Why not?”
    Desire flashes in his eyes, swift and heated. “I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do to you first, then when I let you, you can come.”
    When he lets me? Screw that . My mind instantly plans a revolt, while he bends close to my ear, his warm breath rushing across my skin, his voice beautifully rough. “Are you wet for me right now? It makes me harder just thinking about you dripping with want, soaking through your clothes.”
    When I don’t answer, he tweaks my nipples and a shudder overtakes me. I shake my head, too stubborn to tell him how much I want this. Two can play at this game, Mr. Black.
    He nips my earlobe. “I can’t wait to taste you. My mouth is watering just thinking about rolling you across my tongue, savoring your flavor…lapping you up. Every last drop.”
    My stomach clenches and moisture gathers, intensifying the steady throb between my legs. I’m so freaking turned on, I bow my head and inhale steady, even breaths trying to hold out longer than him.
    “Tell me, damn it!” he demands, his thumbnails brushing across the very tips of my nipples.
    I whimper, then bite out angrily, “Yes, I’m sopping . Are you happy?”
    “Miss Scarlett, I’m raging,” he admits, his voice gruffer than it was a second ago.
    His honest admission makes me smile, so I turn the tables on him, lifting my head to whisper in his ear, “I’m tighter than you’ve ever had. That I can promise you.”
    “Fuck me,” he utters, his head snapping up, eyes blazing with lust. Rolling my nipples between his fingers, he tugs just enough. “I’m going to pound into your sweet body over and over, filling you full of what you want most. Me. Come now .”
    The sexy words are barely out of his mouth before I’m screaming through the orgasm roaring through me. Pulses of hot and cold tremors slide up and down my body, taking away my ability to stand through the all-consuming experience.
    He catches me when I