Page 23 of Mr. Devereaux


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“Spread your legs for me, Princess. I need to see that sweet little pussy.”

“Oh, God,” she whispers. I can’t make out her accent. It could be English, or Australian even…

I stay on my haunches as she does as I say. Then I stand, taking off my tie and pulling her backward toward the corner of the bed. I tie her hands together with my tie, then I secure them to the bedpost.

I can’t wait until she’s screaming my name.

I spread her legs once more, my words getting lost in my throat. Not that I’m a verbose man to begin with, but this woman has my throat dry and my heart racing.

My dick is hard and ready to devour this beautiful woman.

“Have you done this before?”

She shakes her head.

Of course, this is all part of the game. They know what kind of woman I desire at Élégance. They understand what pleases me.

Her sweet innocence comes naturally, and I like that.

I pull her hips so she’s leaning over, and I spread her legs wide once more.

I pull the skirt part of her dress up abruptly, hitching it so it sits around her hips and her bare ass is on display. I groan at the same time she does.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

I grope and fondle her ass as she presses it back against my palms. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. Enjoying her quiet murmurs, I part her ass cheeks. Just perfect.

I love to please a woman, whether I’m paying for it or not. Her screams and cries will fill the air like a soft melody, one only I can orchestrate.

For once, my idiot friends got it right.

“I’m going to eat this sweet pussy, Princess,” I whisper against her soft flesh. She shivers as I run my nose up her inner thigh. Jesus Christ she’s beautiful. “I have to warn you, I’m no angel. I hope you didn’t come here thinking I was some kind of fucking hero, because I’m sure to disappoint.”

She doesn’t speak and I run my fingers through her pussy, thrilled to feel how soaked she is.

“Is this pussy wet for me, my darling?”

Her pants come in short huffs and that makes me even more excited. I love the effect I’m having on her. My dick won’t fucking calm down, but as much as I want to stick my cock inside and fuck her hard, I also want to make it last.

She’s something to be treasured. This isn’t just about me, but doing as she’s told is a must. It’s something she’ll learn, and I can’t wait to teach her.

“Answer me.”

“Yes!” she breathes. “It’s wet for you, Mr. D.”

I kiss one ass cheek, then the other. Parting her ass cheeks again, I palm her pussy with one hand and she moans.

“Don’t call me that. Call me Alistair.” It could just be my imagination, but her body stiffens. I don’t give a fuck at this point, she knows what we’re here for and I want to bury myself inside her, balls deep.

“Alistair,” she whispers.

“That’s it, my Princess. I’m going to ruin you for all others.” Of course, I don’t sound one bit apologetic.

“Don’t be sorry.” She is fucking Australian. I can’t say I mind the accent, but maybe that’s because I have my head buried between her legs.

I move a finger to her clit and she bucks against the restraints.

“Is my princess a little horny tonight? Were you watching me too, my naughty little girl?”

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