Vegas Curves (A Masters of the Game BBW Erotic Romance) by Christa Wick Page B
Authors: Christa Wick
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side. He is being almost sweet, attempting to make me feel better after his toys upset me. Instead, I feel more self-conscious and three times as confused about him as before. We are in his bedroom, naked as the day our mothers birthed us, and consent is...questionable. I mean, it doesn't exactly matter if I want to when Luke has left me no choice.
"Marie, I know your father told you with every hit, every cut, and every burn that you weren't worth loving." Clearing his throat, Luke exerts enough pressure on my chin to coax me into looking at him again. He lowers his head, his warm brown gaze leveling my resistance as he claims a small, soft kiss before speaking again.
"Baby, he lied."
Looking at the flogger and metal switch, I shake my head. "If he lied, what are those for?"
With a single pass of his hand, Luke sweeps everything back into the drawer. "When you're ready, however long it takes to reach that point, I'll show you."
**********
Fingers stroke through my hair. Lips whisper across my mouth. Slowly, I surface from a troubled dream to find Luke Masters cradling me.
"Baby, do you always kick in your sleep?"
My gaze bashfully falling somewhere between our bodies, I blush. "Sorry."
"That's an apology -- which I accept -- but I want an answer."
"Not always, just a lot." Shrugging, I try to process the fact that I managed to fall asleep in his strong arms and he is still holding me.
Not that I mind his arms around me right now. It feels pretty fabulous -- and beyond weird. I know next to nothing about him, yet he seems to know everything about me. Granted, half of my life is probably in some police databank somewhere, but what he doesn't know outright, he senses on some deeper level.
"It takes a long time being safe to grow out of it." Sighing, he gives me another sweet kiss.
I look at him, see too much understanding for me to be comfortable with and look away. Hoping to change the subject, I try to sit up.
Luke won't let me. Drawing me closer, he buries his face against my neck.
That, too, feels fabulous, but I wiggle against his embrace. "I need to check my phone."
"Your phone is fine. The line is monitored, no call will slip by." Beneath the bedding covering us, he trails his fingers over my flesh. "And Tommy is fine. You'll see him at dinner."
I frown, as annoyed with my own predictability as I am with Masters' ability to intuit the thoughts running through my head. Hopefully he can't read my mind entirely because the faint strokes against the back of my thighs are affecting other parts of my body and I would rather not have him realize this fact.
Luke's chuckle yanks my attention to his face. Pushing me onto my back, he kisses me.
"Your color changed, baby. That lovely cream skin went pink right here." Bringing his hand up from under the covers, he lightly taps my cheek three times in quick succession. He pushes up on one elbow while his free hand lowers the sheet to expose my chest. He palms a breast. "Here."
He slides down my body, nuzzling my breasts and pushing the bedding onto the floor. Lifting his head to capture a nipple, he inspects the flesh of my lower body. He smooths his hand over the hair covering my mound. Still sucking at my breast, he draws the nipple taut then releases it with a wet pop before gently pinching one plump thigh. "And here."
His head swivels until he is gazing directly into my eyes. Grinning, he works his fingers between my thighs. Running the tip of one over the wet seam of my labia, the grin turns into a toothy smile full of confidence. "Miss Lafayette, I do believe you are ever-so-slightly attracted to me."
I close my eyes, trying not to blush or smile or...
"Mmmm-ooh..."
Moaning, I arch my back and fling one leg to the side. I latch onto his shoulder and press my nails into his skin. His fingers teasingly explore the hot, sopping interior of my cunt until I confess.
"Maybe...a little."
"I can work with a little." His mouth returns to my breasts, and the only
"Marie, I know your father told you with every hit, every cut, and every burn that you weren't worth loving." Clearing his throat, Luke exerts enough pressure on my chin to coax me into looking at him again. He lowers his head, his warm brown gaze leveling my resistance as he claims a small, soft kiss before speaking again.
"Baby, he lied."
Looking at the flogger and metal switch, I shake my head. "If he lied, what are those for?"
With a single pass of his hand, Luke sweeps everything back into the drawer. "When you're ready, however long it takes to reach that point, I'll show you."
**********
Fingers stroke through my hair. Lips whisper across my mouth. Slowly, I surface from a troubled dream to find Luke Masters cradling me.
"Baby, do you always kick in your sleep?"
My gaze bashfully falling somewhere between our bodies, I blush. "Sorry."
"That's an apology -- which I accept -- but I want an answer."
"Not always, just a lot." Shrugging, I try to process the fact that I managed to fall asleep in his strong arms and he is still holding me.
Not that I mind his arms around me right now. It feels pretty fabulous -- and beyond weird. I know next to nothing about him, yet he seems to know everything about me. Granted, half of my life is probably in some police databank somewhere, but what he doesn't know outright, he senses on some deeper level.
"It takes a long time being safe to grow out of it." Sighing, he gives me another sweet kiss.
I look at him, see too much understanding for me to be comfortable with and look away. Hoping to change the subject, I try to sit up.
Luke won't let me. Drawing me closer, he buries his face against my neck.
That, too, feels fabulous, but I wiggle against his embrace. "I need to check my phone."
"Your phone is fine. The line is monitored, no call will slip by." Beneath the bedding covering us, he trails his fingers over my flesh. "And Tommy is fine. You'll see him at dinner."
I frown, as annoyed with my own predictability as I am with Masters' ability to intuit the thoughts running through my head. Hopefully he can't read my mind entirely because the faint strokes against the back of my thighs are affecting other parts of my body and I would rather not have him realize this fact.
Luke's chuckle yanks my attention to his face. Pushing me onto my back, he kisses me.
"Your color changed, baby. That lovely cream skin went pink right here." Bringing his hand up from under the covers, he lightly taps my cheek three times in quick succession. He pushes up on one elbow while his free hand lowers the sheet to expose my chest. He palms a breast. "Here."
He slides down my body, nuzzling my breasts and pushing the bedding onto the floor. Lifting his head to capture a nipple, he inspects the flesh of my lower body. He smooths his hand over the hair covering my mound. Still sucking at my breast, he draws the nipple taut then releases it with a wet pop before gently pinching one plump thigh. "And here."
His head swivels until he is gazing directly into my eyes. Grinning, he works his fingers between my thighs. Running the tip of one over the wet seam of my labia, the grin turns into a toothy smile full of confidence. "Miss Lafayette, I do believe you are ever-so-slightly attracted to me."
I close my eyes, trying not to blush or smile or...
"Mmmm-ooh..."
Moaning, I arch my back and fling one leg to the side. I latch onto his shoulder and press my nails into his skin. His fingers teasingly explore the hot, sopping interior of my cunt until I confess.
"Maybe...a little."
"I can work with a little." His mouth returns to my breasts, and the only
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