Free Taken by Cassandre Dayne Page A

Instantly her muscles clamped onto the tight invasion, drawing him in deeper.
    “Yes, oh yes.”
    “Such a good girl, one in need I can see.” His eyes were stinging from sweat dripping from his forehead. He was on edge, his blood pressure skyrocketing. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to shove away the increasing abhorrent thoughts, and continued pumping. The sound of her pussy lips sucking on his fingers made him smile.
    She met every hard thrust as she arched her back, her face pinched with desire.
    He blinked, trying to focus as his thoughts turned sadistic, his need to hurt her enveloping his system. Backing away, he removed his fingers as he dragged her off the bench and over to face him. He swiped his fingers across the seam of her lips, pushing them just inside. “Suck your sweet juice. Lick my fingers clean.”
    Purring, Jess slid both of her open hands up the length of his arm, gently taking his fingers into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked, her tongue moving back and forth.
    Fuck her. Use her. She belongs to you. The words whispered into the back of his mind were ones he’s dreamt of saying for as long as he could remember. He narrowed his eyes and dragged his fingers down between her breasts. This was a defining moment. “Make certain they’re clean.” He pinched one nipple then the other, twisting them as she whimpered. “I can’t wait until you’re clamped.”
    “Mmm…”
    After a few seconds, he grunted and stepped away, reaching down and taking her into his arms.
    She seemed surprised and wrapped her arm around his neck.
    He walked into the makeshift bedroom, one only used after long nights of painting. Every move deliberate, he peered down at her, his expression controlling. Laying her down in the middle, he leaned over, whispering, “Kneel, arms down, palms facing up.”
    “Yes sir.” Jess rose into position.
    There was no doubt she longed to touch him. He gazed down at her for a full minute before he touched the side of her face, grazing his thumb across her lips. He very much wanted to be the man she needed. “My beauty.”
    “Your whore.”
    “You are my whore, nothing but.” The words were exactly what he wanted to hear. He undressed slowly, his eyes never leaving her. When he was naked he closed the distance, his cock throbbing in anguish. Just thinking about whipping her, tying her down made him hard. Seeing her voluptuous body, her swollen nipples, he was in absolute agony.
    “May I suck you, sir?”
    Craze was ready to answer when the light of the afternoon sun sent a shimmer across her face, illuminating her porcelain skin. Exhaling, he leaned over the bed, pushing her down and scooting her up further onto the bed. Gripping her legs, he wrapped them up and over his shoulders, impaling her with the entire length of his cock. Whore. She’s just a whore . He groaned. Not today.
    “God!” She kneaded his arms as he used his upper body strength to rise onto his hands.
    Lowering his head, he brushed his lips across hers. “Beautiful but willful.”
    “Yes, I know,” Jess whispered as she cupped his chest.
    “And you’re all mine.”

Chapter Four
     
    “Ms. Parker. I have the information you requested.”
    You’re just a whore. You’re a slut. You belong to him, to the one man who knows you, hungers for you.
    “I’m sorry?”
    “The information?”
    Jess looked up from her computer screen, the same one she’d been staring at for the past hour or more. “Oh yes. Thanks Betsy. You can just leave them on my desk.” Why was she so antsy? As she wiggled in her chair she was reminded clearly. The thick ass plug, the one she was required to wear, was one reason. The other was that today was Thursday and other than a few texts checking if she was following the rules, she’d heard nothing from Craze. Maybe he was no longer interested. Why hadn’t he called? She kept the hiss she longed to erupt buried inside. They weren’t dating. They were fucking and exploring