Free Claiming Lauren (eXclave) by Emily Ryan-Davis Page B

their eagerness to part for his touch.
    She slowed before the automatic doors could open. The long, lean shape of
a man appeared behind her. His face was a translucent reflection in the glass.
She admired the breadth of his chest, the loose-hipped flow of his stride. A
duffel bag hung from his shoulder, full of the things he'd promised to bring: a
blindfold, so she wouldn't spend the rest of her life searching for his face;
handcuffs for her wrists, so her conscience wouldn't make her hands push him
away. More—he'd promised her a lifetime worth of sensation in this handful of
hours.
    All those thoughts fled when he stopped behind her and whispered her
name. Her vagina—no. He liked the other word. Pussy. Her pussy clenched and
squeezed wetness. Without her panties to catch the cream, it slicked over her
inner thighs, warmed between them as she resumed her pace and walked through
the hotel's doors.
    Master stood behind her while she checked in. He followed her to the
elevator, crowded her into the back of the small car and pressed the button for
their floor.
    Clutching the hand guard for balance, she stared at the carpet. She
desperately wanted to see his face but knew it was for the best that she keep
her eyes down. His proximity, his subtly spicy scent, made her thighs tremble.
    "Pull up your skirt." He spoke in a low, rasping whisper.
    Worried she would fall on her face if she released the rail, she
awkwardly tugged her hem up with one hand. His hand followed, palming her ass,
separating the cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed the back of her neck, reached
between her legs and rubbed something hard and cold from the top of her slit
all the way back to her ass. The object slid easily, collecting wetness as it
went. She desperately wanted him to return to her pussy, to tease and rub her
entrance. But he didn't. Against her ear, he whispered, "Take a deep
breath."
    Her head dropped forward to touch the mirrored wall, which fogged as she
inhaled and exhaled. He applied pressure, persistent and patient until the
pucker of resistance gave away. The anal plug slid home, lubricated by her
excitement. Her moan vibrated low in her throat, trapped there. He pushed her
skirt back to her knees. The elevator doors whooshed open.
    Instead of backing away, he fit his body against hers. His cock bulged
against her ass, restrained by his jeans but unmistakable. She wanted it
closer. Sliding forward to nestle between her thighs. Spearing into her body
until the head thumped deep. Her abdomen seized upon that imagined, forgotten
sensation and squeezed so tight the metal egg he'd planted inside her shifted.
Sank deeper.
    He pulled her hair back from her ears and covered her eyes with a folded
length of satin. The material warmed to her skin by the time he finished
knotting it behind her head. She didn't have to maintain control over her
desire to see him anymore—he'd taken responsibility upon himself.  She
could barely breathe past the pounding of her heart as he took her hand and led
her into the corridor.

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
    "Do you need the bathroom?" He continued to disguise his voice
with a whisper.
    She shook her head. The heavy outer door clicked shut and he turned her
around, pulled the hem of her sweater until her arms were forced into the air.
He left her bra, which didn't hide anything anyway. Her nipples stood eager and
desperate above the quarter cups. He lingered in front of her. His shadow felt
like a tangible weight. Even though she couldn't see it, she could feel the way
it wrapped around her half-naked form. Lip caught between her teeth, she
imagined him studying her curves.
    He didn't compliment her or touch her skin. Disappointment tangled with
her desire. She cupped her breasts, embarrassed, and he finally uttered a
single, soft curse. His duffel thumped on the bed.
    He moved around the room, preparing, not speaking. The longer he left her
unattended the smaller her field of awareness shrank. Her calves