faster.
I’d never seen her so alighted by my words before. Her secret predilection glared, indicated by those soaking wet thighs, her feverish breathing, and her muscles milking me with a crazed need.
A master’s true worth was his ability to lead his sub to the place where she felt safe enough to share her secrets, and, should she prove ready, see them realized for her.
I’d never be willing to share her. I’d always known that—
But showcase her?
“ Be still,” I demanded and reached low, easing apart her folds, and again my gaze found hers in the mirror. “See—” I tapped her clit —“How ready you are. How wet? Tight. Are you willing to allow others to share in the beauty of witnessing this delicate flower being fucked?”
“ I want that,” she cried out.
“ Nice and still now,” I said, flicking her clit slowly. “Watch, Mia.”
Jaw gaping, lips pouting, her eyes traced the way I used a fingertip to circle her clit, slow and sure, on and on, until her eyelids became heavy as she tranced out.
She threw her head back and came hard, her orgasm causing her to shudder violently.
“ Ride me, Mia,” I ordered.
She obeyed, rising and falling, rising and falling. Her eyes squeezed shut only to burst open again and watch her wild and untamable reflection, cascading blonde locks whipping from side to side. Her pleasure grew so intense she became frenzied. Her sex beat my cock, and, leaning back on the bed, I used my hands for leverage so I could buck my hips and pummel her the rest of the way.
We collapsed on the bed.
Freeing her from that braid, caressing her wrists, I planted a kiss to each one.
I pulled her up and maneuvered her body until I was spooning her.
“ The things you do to me,” she said in a rush.
“ You liked that, sweet sub?”
“ Did you mean what you said?”
“ About what?”
“ Having people watch us?”
“ I thought it might turn you on.”
“ I was already turned on.”
“ Good point.”
She shifted to better look at me. “It’s one of my fantasies.”
“ You’ve never told me this before?”
“ I was embarrassed.”
“ With me?”
“ Yes, Cameron, I know you’re the master of the dark arts and all that—”
“ All that?”
She settled against me again. “I want to dabble.”
A word Richard had probably used around her. It was too cosmopolitan for her.
Mia looked up at me. “I want everyone to see you claim your submissive.”
I kissed her nose. “Already have.”
Her head rested on my chest.
“ Let’s discuss it another time,” I said. “Perhaps when things have calmed a little.”
“ I want it.”
I needed to explore the truth in those words. Her wanting to please me could even overrule her own happiness.
“ You know the rules, Mia. The dom leads the play when he knows without question his sub is primed for that level.”
“ I’m excited,’ she whispered.
“ Let’s discuss it another time.”
“ You don’t think I’m ready?”
“ I want you to do it for you. Stage work is an intense experience. A heavy scene. It must be carefully crafted.”
She raised her head to look at me. “When you deem me ready then?”
“ I’ll consider it.”
She beamed at me. “Your parents have swans.”
“Yes.”
“Do they bite?”
She made me smile. “Peck.”
“Of course, silly.”
“Either way it hurts.”
“Did you get pecked?”
“Chased, once.”
“They’re pretty.”
“Until they open their six foot wingspan and come at you hissing.”
“It’s funny, isn’t it? How those of us on the outside of these big houses look in and think you all have idyllic lives.”
“It’s idyllic now.” I pushed myself up the headboard and she snuggled against my chest as I reached over and brought the file onto my lap.
“What’s that?” she said sleepily.
“Some light reading. Rest your head on my lap.”
Mia nuzzled down and she let out a sigh of contentment.
I flipped open to the first page.
CHAPTER
I’d never seen her so alighted by my words before. Her secret predilection glared, indicated by those soaking wet thighs, her feverish breathing, and her muscles milking me with a crazed need.
A master’s true worth was his ability to lead his sub to the place where she felt safe enough to share her secrets, and, should she prove ready, see them realized for her.
I’d never be willing to share her. I’d always known that—
But showcase her?
“ Be still,” I demanded and reached low, easing apart her folds, and again my gaze found hers in the mirror. “See—” I tapped her clit —“How ready you are. How wet? Tight. Are you willing to allow others to share in the beauty of witnessing this delicate flower being fucked?”
“ I want that,” she cried out.
“ Nice and still now,” I said, flicking her clit slowly. “Watch, Mia.”
Jaw gaping, lips pouting, her eyes traced the way I used a fingertip to circle her clit, slow and sure, on and on, until her eyelids became heavy as she tranced out.
She threw her head back and came hard, her orgasm causing her to shudder violently.
“ Ride me, Mia,” I ordered.
She obeyed, rising and falling, rising and falling. Her eyes squeezed shut only to burst open again and watch her wild and untamable reflection, cascading blonde locks whipping from side to side. Her pleasure grew so intense she became frenzied. Her sex beat my cock, and, leaning back on the bed, I used my hands for leverage so I could buck my hips and pummel her the rest of the way.
We collapsed on the bed.
Freeing her from that braid, caressing her wrists, I planted a kiss to each one.
I pulled her up and maneuvered her body until I was spooning her.
“ The things you do to me,” she said in a rush.
“ You liked that, sweet sub?”
“ Did you mean what you said?”
“ About what?”
“ Having people watch us?”
“ I thought it might turn you on.”
“ I was already turned on.”
“ Good point.”
She shifted to better look at me. “It’s one of my fantasies.”
“ You’ve never told me this before?”
“ I was embarrassed.”
“ With me?”
“ Yes, Cameron, I know you’re the master of the dark arts and all that—”
“ All that?”
She settled against me again. “I want to dabble.”
A word Richard had probably used around her. It was too cosmopolitan for her.
Mia looked up at me. “I want everyone to see you claim your submissive.”
I kissed her nose. “Already have.”
Her head rested on my chest.
“ Let’s discuss it another time,” I said. “Perhaps when things have calmed a little.”
“ I want it.”
I needed to explore the truth in those words. Her wanting to please me could even overrule her own happiness.
“ You know the rules, Mia. The dom leads the play when he knows without question his sub is primed for that level.”
“ I’m excited,’ she whispered.
“ Let’s discuss it another time.”
“ You don’t think I’m ready?”
“ I want you to do it for you. Stage work is an intense experience. A heavy scene. It must be carefully crafted.”
She raised her head to look at me. “When you deem me ready then?”
“ I’ll consider it.”
She beamed at me. “Your parents have swans.”
“Yes.”
“Do they bite?”
She made me smile. “Peck.”
“Of course, silly.”
“Either way it hurts.”
“Did you get pecked?”
“Chased, once.”
“They’re pretty.”
“Until they open their six foot wingspan and come at you hissing.”
“It’s funny, isn’t it? How those of us on the outside of these big houses look in and think you all have idyllic lives.”
“It’s idyllic now.” I pushed myself up the headboard and she snuggled against my chest as I reached over and brought the file onto my lap.
“What’s that?” she said sleepily.
“Some light reading. Rest your head on my lap.”
Mia nuzzled down and she let out a sigh of contentment.
I flipped open to the first page.
CHAPTER
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