“Yes.” The admittance came easily, another betrayal. Another moment of weakness.
His chuckle was dark but so inviting, every muscle in my body tense from anticipation. “Do you crave my cock?”
“Oh… Yes.”
“Then you shall have what you desire.” He brushed his mouth over mine, using his tongue to part my lips, holding his position for several seconds.
I arched my back, encouraging, ready to beg him for more. My system took over, the raging thirst I had consuming every mental faculty until I was wet all over, my pussy quivering. He crushed his mouth over mine, taking his time before sliding his tongue inside. There was no question about his absolute domination or the fact he could have me in any and every manner.
I became the prize.
I became his obsession.
And for a few minutes in time, I decided to let go.
The kiss was more passionate than any I’d experienced, his mouth consuming mine, his tongue taking full control. I no longer felt my legs, goosebumps prickling every inch of skin. The humming buzz of the shared electricity increased, threatening to explode all around us. He was demanding in every action, brutal in every manner.
I was no longer the girl who believed in finding a hero, just a woman who accepted who and what she’d been turned into. It was as if he could see right through me, peeling away all the layers I’d fashioned around me for years, picking apart the pieces.
I no longer knew myself or how I could surrender this easily. I should fight him, screaming for help or running away but the draw was too significant.
He broke the kiss, still remaining close as he shifted his hands to my shoulders. Using just his index fingers, he slid the material of my dress down my arms, growling with every inch.
I whimpered, my body trembling when the simple frock slipped past my breasts, exposing my hardened nipples. This was so wrong. This was terrible.
This was… incredible.
His gaze was ravenous, his nostrils flaring as he studied my swollen aureoles and I could swear his mouth was watering. He traced his fingers down the length of my arms, dragging them all the way down to the tips of my painted nails before shifting to my hips. He followed the trail of my dress as gravity took over, taking it to the surface.
He took several deep breaths, his eye moving ever so slowly back to my face as I kicked out of the unwanted material. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm…” A slight curl appeared at the corner of his mouth as he flexed his hand open, placing it on my tummy then sliding his fingers down to my lace-covered mound.
I was thrown into a moment of bliss, forced to grip his arms as he fingered my pussy through the thong, his thumb wiggling against my clit. I realized that only after I spread my legs wide open, allowing him complete access. Stars floated in front of my eyes as his fingers kneaded, moving up and down, his thumb swirling in lazy circles.
The sensations were like rocket fuel, pitching me closer to him. “Oh, oh, oh…”
He chuckled darkly once again, his breath cascading across my face and shoulders. “You are wet. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs, giving you climax after climax. But only if you’re a very good girl.”
His dominant words were yet another reminder of his absolute power over me. I swallowed as he rubbed up and down, driving the thin material between my swollen folds. I realized I was bucking my hips, moving with his actions, my breath shallow.
Everything around us seemed absolutely silent, as if there was no one else in the world. I was lost to the sensations, amazed how close I was to coming. No man had ever brought me this close with only his hand.
His actions became more brutal, driving his fingers just past my folds. I heard the slight rip as the lace gave way then heard the frustration in his voice. After he issued a single growl, I felt a hard pull, realizing he’d yanked away the hindrance with ease.
I watched in fascination as the thin slip of lace billowed over the edge of the balcony. No longer needed. No longer an issue. I was standing naked on the balcony of a pristine hotel where others could possibly see us with a man I didn’t know.
And one I couldn’t trust.
Oh, God.
He tilted his head, watching my reaction as he pressed his hand between my legs once again, using just his index finger and thumb on his other hand to massage my nipple. “It will be my pleasure showing you exactly what a man can do.” With that, he pinched my aching bud, twisting and pulling roughly.
The pain was instantaneous, sending a shower of anguish shooting throughout my body. “Oh. Oh!” My nails dug into him, my breath skipping. Then he slipped two fingers deep inside, pumping in an effortless manner. The man was going to make me climax within seconds. I rocked on my toes, trying to get closer, my needs unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“When you’re with me you will feel rapture as well as anguish. Only you can unlock the key as to which you’ll receive. Punishment is necessary and will be administered without hesitation.”
The words were thrilling in a manner I hadn’t expected. I nodded as if surrendering to him, as if I was giving him all of me. I took several deep breaths, moving closer to ecstasy.
“Do you understand me, Valencia?”
“Yes.”
The hard twist on my nipple was some kind of reminder. “You will respond with respect,” he whispered hoarsely.
What the hell was he asking? I licked my dry lips, daring to look him in the eyes. He seemed in even more control, his pupils dilated.
“Yes. Sir.”
A simple smile was my first reward. Another burst of hard thrusting deep inside my pussy the second. I wasn’t certain I could remain standing, forced to loll my head against his shoulder as the mixture of pain and pleasure became a wildfire of need.
When he pulled his hand free, leaving me just on the verge, my whimper was nothing but a garbled howl. “Please.”
“Please?” he asked, slowly sliding his fingers past his lips.
The moment was pure sin, the kind of wickedness that should drive us both straight into hell. “Please, sir?”