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Her lips open into an O when I dip two fingers inside her body before I suck on her clit so hard her nails claw at the mahogany beneath her, but she can’t find purchase.
“I’m in control. Always.” I bite down on her clit, causing her to shake and scream out into the darkness as I devour her juices. “And when you eat, sleep, and breathe, I’ll be the one making sure you do.” I continue my ministrations as my mouth latches onto her smooth pussy lips, the soft hair that trails a teasing line over her mound tickles my nose. “And when this pretty little cunt comes and gushes, it will be for me, by me.”
Adding a third finger, I pump faster and faster. Watching the pleasure break across her pretty face is like an adrenaline rush shooting through me. The power I have to either send her flying over the edge or keep her teetering is intoxicating.
“I wanted to save you,” I admit, hoping she’ll be too far gone to listen. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt by those closest to you, by those who promised to keep you safe, but in the end, only put you in harm's way.”
Her body convulses around my fingers, and for a moment, I slow all movement, keeping her aching, trembling, and gasping for something. Her hips undulate, wanting friction against the nub of pleasure, but I hold her still.
“What are you talking about?” Scarlett breathes, her gaze glassy as she stares down at me. Her thighs still spread lewdly, her cunt dripping all over my palm. “I… Please,” she pleads, realizing just how precarious her position is right now.
“I’m the one who owns you now,” I tell her. “Am I understood?”
Her lips part on a squeal when I crook all three fingers, stroking the spot deep within her that has her toes curling and her fingers digging into the smooth, shiny surface beside her ass.
“I don’t like to be kept waiting.” The warning in my tone is gruff, darkness shrouding me as my vision turns blurry with the need to be inside her.
“Yes, sir,” she mumbles before moving her hips once more to take the pleasure I’m not giving. “Please, just allow me to come.”
In all my life, no other submissive I’ve had kneel for me has ever pleaded so beautifully. Yes, they’ve been on the brink, they’ve begged like good little sluts, but the way Scarlett intones her words has my cock leaking against my sleep pants.
Leaning in, I suck her clit into my mouth while finger-fucking her fast and hard until the cries of her orgasm bounce off the walls of my office, and her sweet, musky essence drenches my tongue and hand. The snug, pulsing walls of her cunt squeeze my fingers, tighter and tighter, and my only thought is how she would feel around my dick.
Through my lashes, I watch her come down from the high, and it’s as if she’s only now realized what I’ve done. Admitted to certain things while keeping her high on the need to come.
I slide my fingers from her body and bring them to my mouth, licking her taste. At the sight of this, her pupils dilate further, and soon, those pretty eyes are black with lust.
“Next time you come into my office without my permission, your punishment will not be so pleasurable, little red,” I tell her before rising to full height, towering over her. I help her into her shorts before I settle in my chair. “Would you like me to tell you a story?”
23
Scarlett
A tale of darkness. That’s what he told me, and it’s been swirling in my mind even hours later as I slide under the bubbles. Warm water engulfs me, swallowing me whole, reminding me that I’m as fragile as a porcelain doll.
I listened to the story Lycan told, of how his father came to Crimson Falls all those years ago but was forced to leave. Everything he said sounded like a fairy tale gone wrong. And even though I can’t imagine a little boy fleeing for his life, I realize my family isn’t as innocent as I always believed.
There are secrets still hidden in Lycan’s deep green eyes, and I know his admission had only been a pinch of salt in a myriad of truths. When I break the surface of the water, I open my eyes and find Lycan leaning against the doorframe, watching me.
“I have a meeting,” he tells me, but his ravenous stare drinks in my naked form. Even though he can’t see much under the multitude of bubbles, my nakedness is obvious.
“Okay.” I don’t know why I feel disappointed in that bit of news, but I am. “I thought you were staying to tell me more.” My voice takes on a tone of sadness, of frustration, which only earns me a chuckle.
