Page 55 of Beguiled

How I wanted nothing more than to take hours doing exactly that with first my fingers then my tongue. But my volatile needs wouldn’t last that long, my cock aching even more after the round of punishment.

With her eyes dreamy, her breathing soft and in control, just studying her beauty could keep me from my required satisfaction if I wasn’t careful. No, she wouldn’t be allowed to spin a spell over me.

Her breath hitched as soon as I dropped to my knees, her eyes searching mine as I kissed the soft skin above one knee then the other. After repeating the action twice, my lips sliding closer to her sweet pussy, she reached for me, stroking her fingers down my arm.

“Arms over your head. No touching.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Did I give you the impression this was going to be fair?” Without hesitation, I lifted and spread her legs, propping her feet onto the edge of the bed. She tried her best to peer down at me, her breathing shallow.

It would be easy to take hours doing this, not that I was a man known for spending much time pleasing a woman. Why werethings so different with her? The hunger. The way I wanted to touch and taste her. The control required. All different.

A fascinating moment. Not that I planned on spending any time dissecting my behavior.

I rubbed the insides of her legs, using the lightest touch my fingers were capable of. I traced invisible lines, marveling in her unblemished skin. Yet I also wondered how delicious her body would be adorned by the right art. Perhaps I would instruct her to make an appointment with a local artist.

Or I’d simply take her myself.

As I followed the line with wet lips, I finally pressed her knees against the bed. She held her breath, her lips still twisting as she tried to obey me by keeping her arms over her head. I’d already been able to tell just how difficult it was for her to play by the rules.

Especially when she believed the person issuing them was an idiot. I’d overheard her when leaving my office. Harsh words that in most companies would get her fired.

Not with me.

Her value increased every time she hung me out to dry. Even if up until tonight, she’d never found the one thing that has pushed her into blasting me with her thoughts. From now on, I’d require her thoughts and recommendations to be given to me at all times. No matter how brutal.

Wasn’t I the modern guy, eager and willing to allow a woman to grab power that I would ordinarily prefer controlling?

My attention was drawn to her pussy, her swollen lips glistening. She was even wetter than before, the discipline playing a huge role in preparing her for my roughness.

And I would never be considered a gentle lover. That just never appealed to me.

I darted my tongue across her clit, savoring the first taste of her.Sladkiy, kak pervyy vkus vesny. Sweet as the first taste of spring.

Food. Wine. Other drink. It didn’t matter. The one phrase was used and it worked perfectly with the moment.

And with her.

She wiggled and I also noticed her lips were tightly shut. Did she think that by holding back how she felt with what I was doing that she would suddenly gain control? I wanted her to lose herself. No, I craved her losing her mind, screaming not just my name but every expletive she could think of.

How intrigued her neighbors would be. There wouldn’t be any interference. No one cared in New York. A helpful nuance. Her scent was enough to keep my mind hazy and my mouth wet. Soon I would be drooling if not careful.

Saige had her hands clasped together, her body writhing even before I’d sucked on her soft tissue. I could only imagine her reaction when I did. I took my time, fighting my own urge to lose control as I flicked my tongue back and forth.

The way she dug her heels into the bed pushed her body upward. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her in place. I had just enough access to drive my fingers into her tight channel. First, quieting her movements.

I pressed my lips against her pussy, inhaling her incredible scent. I could easily get drunk on her fragrance alone. She instantly stilled; when she writhed in my hold again, I laughed softly.

“Such impatience,” I murmured.

“Always with you.”

“You’ll need to tell me when that happens.”

“Try all the time.” Even now, she remained feisty as hell. What an incredible asset to a team that I’d chosen based on their previous employment and required loyalty.

She was… different.