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“I’m not letting you use me just to get back to wherever you came from. You’ll never have my permission to master me. You’re on your own.”
“Use you?” Giacomo stiffened in outrage. “I promise you transcendent pleasure and you think I want merely to use you? I have trained night and day for years without rest, all so that when I was summoned, I could wring every drop of pleasure from a woman’s body. From your body. And you call this using you.”
Sam licked her suddenly dry lips, her body clenching at the barely restrained passion vibrating in his low voice. God, what would it be like to have that passion turned on her, to have this gorgeous specimen of manhood focusing his single-minded intensity on the needs of her body? On being pleased instead of always on pleasing others?
But his words were as much a lie as any man’s. He would gain her agreement by promising her pleasure then once she was under his spell, he’d care only about his own satisfaction. She wasn’t falling into that trap a second time, no matter how attractively it was packaged.
He smiled seductively. “You want me, I can tell. Your breathing is fast and sharp, your face is flushed and your nipples strain against your blouse like two ripe olive pits, begging to be squeezed.”
“Maybe I do.”
Triumph gleamed in his eyes, cut off by her next words.
“But I won’t be your or anyone’s slave, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Are you certain? You anointed the book with the juices of your passion. You found the images stimulating. Why are you so unwilling to experience the pleasure I can give you?”
“Because it will cost too much.”
Again, he stiffened. “Are you calling me a berdascia?”
She didn’t recognize the word but his tone left no question of meaning. She shook her head, instinctively reaching out to comfort his hurt before realizing what she was doing and snatching back her hand. He didn’t need any encouragement from her.
“I didn’t mean I thought you wanted money to make love to me. I meant the emotional cost of opening up, of giving myself to someone who is only going to disappear.”
Comprehension dawned in his eyes and he nodded. “Ah, certamente. You thought I would return to the half world after I gave you pleasure and denying yourself was the only way to keep me beside you. But so long as I am your master, I will stay here to pleasure you.”
She shook her head, denying him, even as the urgency of his fervent plea vibrated low and deep within her, making her ache to accept his offer.
Her pussy pulsed, throbbing with each slow beat of hot blood filling her desire. Warm lubricant slid over her lips, pooling in her still-wet panties.
Giacomo sniffed, his aquiline nose flaring. “Even now your body hungers for my touch, to know the ecstasy of submitting to my will. Why do you resist?”
“I can’t let you in,” she whispered. “I was married. It nearly destroyed me. I can’t go through that again.”
He tipped his head, considering. “Then you will not let me into your body. I will not touch you.”
Sam straightened, a sense of imminent loss driving her from her curled position on the recliner to her knees, reaching out to stop him before he left.
He smiled. “You say you do not want my hand, but your body betrays you.”
“I do want you—your hand, your mouth, your cock. All of you, inside me, again and again. I admit that. But it’s never going to happen.”
He nodded, accepting her terms. “But I can still give you pleasure. If I can not touch you, you will touch yourself while I watch and tell you what to do.”
A wave of cold washed over her, followed by a wave of blazing heat. Touch herself while he watched? The idea was shocking, outrageous…and deeply erotic. But really, it wasn’t that different from pleasuring herself while she looked at the book for inspiration, was it?
The heat coiling low in her body told her it was very different. It was the same in the most important way though. She’d be in control. She wouldn’t be trading her hard-won independence for a brief physical gratification. She could stop at any time if she didn’t like what he was telling her to do.
Her muscles trembled, her nipples tightening with eager anticipation. She could stop but she knew she wouldn’t. Doing what others wanted was too deeply ingrained in her. Once she let him tell her what to do, he could tell her to do anything, no matter how outrageous and she would comply. She felt both ashamed of her weakness and at the same time liberated. If she did something to please him, she wouldn’t have to feel guilty or selfish when it pleased her too. She just had to make sure she didn’t sacrifice her own pleasure for his.
She licked her lips. “What would you want me to do?”
He smiled and took a half step backward as if, now that she was close to giving in, he didn’t want to do anything she might perceive as threatening.
“Take off your blouse. Let me see your breasts.”
Before good sense could stop her, Sam jerked her T-shirt over her head. His gaze locked on her swollen breasts, the nipples thrust against the thin cotton of her bra. Her breath grew shallow, her breasts swaying with her rapid inhaling and exhaling. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her flesh, a soft pink flush coloring her skin. Her nipples tightened even more, becoming hard pebbles that tingled with the need to be freed from the restraint of her bra, free to be touched and tasted.
