Free The Contract (Nightlong #1) by Sarah Michelle Lynch

eyes, I couldn’t bear this!
    “Well, I know you haven’t had sex in a long time.”
    My eyes flickered open. “Had sex?”
    “Been penetrated.”
    “I’ve been penetrated recently and you don’t have to talk to me like I’m a child. I’ve watched orgies with you in Paris, remember? I’m not virginal and I don’t believe I’ll burn in hell for knowing about what goes where and how to put stuff to good use… you know?”
    He almost growled. “Don’t get tart with me. Who penetrated you?”
    “Permission to move?”
    “Why?”
    “To show you my penetration toys?”
    He nodded slightly. I took that as a yes.
    I reached into the bedside drawer and produced a sleek vibrator, a nine-inch dildo… and my rampant rabbit.
    “What the fuck are these, Ciara?”
    “Toys, sir.”
    “I can see that. Why do you have them?”
    I swallowed. “Please make me come and I’ll tell you.”
    Panting, I squeezed my thighs together, trying to control the urge to rub myself to orgasm.
    “Tell me and I’ll make you come,” he grunted.
    “I use them to get myself off while having thoughts of sir fucking me on the bed, in the shower, on the chaise longue, on the floor, the sofa, the kitchen island, the stairs, the dining table, the grass in the yard, the vault box in the dungeon… sir.”
    He threw all the toys to the floor and growled, “I’ll deal with those later. You get a reward for telling me about the dirty things in your mind.”
    “I’m sorry, sir. Please, sir.”
    “Please, what?”
    “That little orgasm I’d like… right now, please sir.”
    He sank one finger into me with ease.
    “Wet, velvet, heavenly silk,” he told me, “are you ready to come?”
    “Yes!”
    He added another finger and leaned down to tongue my clit. I grabbed his hair for a moment but he warned, “Above your head young lady.”
    I did as bade.
    His generous tongue flicked over my clit, juices flowing from me rapidly so that his ministrations sounded greedy. He grabbed my breast roughly in his hand, tweaking my stiff nipple so hard it hurt.
    “Please, sir!”
    He sucked me into his mouth and I thrust my hips up into his face, screaming when his fingers pumped in and out of me. I squeezed around his fingers rapidly, all my anxiety leaving me finally, a wave of relaxing rippling sensations washing over me.
    “Oh god, Dante. I didn’t think anything could top last night.”
    “Neither did I. We were both wrong.”
    Before I had chance to recover he rolled me onto my stomach and kissed my butt cheeks, his hands grabbing and fisting my flesh. He kissed the dimples in my back and showed them his teeth too, scraping his incisors along my skin. I heard him beating off and wished I could watch but I could hardly even catch my breath, let alone move.
    “Uh, Ciara!” he yelled and came all over my back.
    Rubbing it into my skin, he groaned, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
    “Thank you, sir. God sir, I love you, sir.”
    “Keep saying sir and I’ll fuck you hard, Ciara.”
    “Sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir…”
    He spun me over onto my back and spread my legs with his knees. He was still rock hard. Pointing himself at my burning sex, he entered me with just his helmet tip.
    “Yes,” I moaned, eager to feel the rest of him.
    Dragging me by the thighs, he pulled me further down onto him and filled me.
    “Yes… yes,” I moaned, my eyes shut, arms above my head. “Ohhhh yes.”
    He pulled my calves over his shoulders and began fucking me so deep, I screamed. It was amazing, feeling so full, finally. Each drag of him inside me felt impossible, the give of my body against the size of him incredible. My every nerve on fire, I couldn’t imagine what my facial expression looked like to him but he watched my eyes carefully, making sure he wasn’t really hurting me. At the same time, he slapped the side of my arse whenever my body left the bed.
    Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
    My arse stung but I could take it. This was nothing