Dark Studies (Arcaneology) by C. P. Foster Page A

already growing hard.
    “Did I say you could do that?” His tone sharpened.
    Grace shook her head.
    “Do what you were told.”
    The pressure of his fingers around her neck increased, making her conscious of each breath she took. She hooked her thumbs into his waistband and tugged the pants down until she couldn’t reach any farther. His hand moved to the top of one shoulder. A nudge was all it took to communicate what he wanted, and she eased onto her knees, taking his pants to the floor.
    As he stepped out of them, his erection grazed her cheek. She tilted her head to look all the way up into his face, silently asking permission. Steffen nodded. He brushed his fingers over her hair as she closed her eyes and took him into her mouth. A few seconds were all he allowed before drawing back. Grace made a frustrated sound.
    “Get on the edge of the bed,” he ordered. “On your hands and knees, with your back to me.”
    She obeyed.
    Steffen moved in close, bent over her, and propped himself up with one arm. His palm settled between her shoulder blades, and he pressed down until she lowered herself onto her forearms and bent her head to the mattress. The angle tilted her ass higher. With the lightest of touches, he caressed its curves. Then he straightened and slid his fingers between her thighs. Grace clutched the bedding as he explored. He found the place that made her cry out and stroked it until he had her wet and desperate for more. Then he withdrew, not touching her at all.
    “Steffen?” she rasped.
    “What do you want?”
    He settled the tip of his cock between the lips of her sex, just resting there.
    “Please take me!”
    Her lover chuckled. He teased her a moment, then pushed inside to the hilt. Bending over her again, he whispered into her ear, “Don’t hold back.”
    Grace rolled her hips and rocked against him. His growl encouraged her. When he reached around to pinch her nipples, she let out a strangled sound, and as she moved faster Steffen found her rhythm and met it. Muscles tensed as she concentrated on the building pleasure, reaching for it, and at last she screamed her release.
    It had barely begun to fade when his fingers left her nipples and slipped between her legs to flick over her bud while he continued to slide in and out. The orgasm flared again, higher this time, making her writhe so hard he had to press in deep and stay there or else risk slipping out altogether. He held still until she began to settle down. Then he started again, not letting the orgasm end.
    Grace turned her head to one side and choked, “God, Steffen, please!”
    “Please what?”
    She had no idea what she was begging for. Did she want him to stop or to go on forever?
    “Tell me what you want.” He slowed so she was conscious of every inch moving inside her.
    “I don’t know!” she wailed.
    He let out a startled laugh. Straightening, he grasped her hips with both hands and pulled her in counterpoint to his quickening thrusts. He pushed deep, almost hard enough to hurt, and suddenly fell still as his cock twitched in release.
    When he withdrew, she crumpled and made a soft, purring sound. Steffen chuckled as he climbed onto the bed, stretched out, and gathered her to him. Warm and limp, she snuggled in to his body.
    Afterglow fogged her mind. Grace was content to drift, but Angie needed to think. This was not what they had negotiated. Sometimes, in the middle of a session, the client discovered unexpected desires and veered off course. The trick was to know whether to guide the scene back to what was originally intended or to follow the client’s lead and see where it went. What should she do in this case? Steffen had asked for a certain type of woman. Perhaps she should continue to be that woman and react in character to what had just happened.
    With one fingertip, Grace drew meaningless patterns over Steffen’s chest. He stirred.
    “You’ve never done that before,” she said.
    He took her hand and raised it to