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I’ve waited anxiously for him to come to me, wondering if I will ever see him again. Now here I am, waiting for another stranger whom I will need to please in order to appease my Master. I take my place on the floor, kneeling in the center of the room, readying myself for the man I am to serve today. Anxiety heightens the rush of blood in my veins and my body tenses at the sound of the door opening.
The presence that enters the room emanated strength, but I don’t look at him since I’ve been trained to keep my eyes down. The clicking sounds of his heels echo on the marbled floor as a pair of deep brown leather shoes enter my vision. The shimmering flecks of golden metal glimmer against the light, and the way he flips the card through his fingers catches my eyes with the warm hues.
This room has no rules, no limits. It’s the most coveted space in Wonderland. The only place where the souls of those who enter have the opportunity to seek any and every form of pleasure, no matter what kind of kink they desire.
“Eyes on me,” he states, and that deep rumble sets my blood on fire. That voice, that sultry Gaelic timbre, I’ve heard it before.
Dark slacks fill my vision as I kneel voluntarily, submissive for the first time from personal desire. I forget everything as my eyes lock onto the man who smiles sensually and leans forward, his crisp white shirt already halfway unbuttoned as it teases the dark matting of hair on his tanned chest. He’s different than the others. Kindness and compassion ooze from every pore in his body as he winks at me. Just like the night when he unstrapped my weak and tortured body from the cross, I am once again the sole witness to the heavy haze of lust in his dark eyes.
He’ll touch me and bring my body to new heights of pleasure and passion. For once, I want this. I want to be asked and I want to give my consent. This time he’ll receive as much pleasure as he gives because I feel the urge to worship him with my lips.
My White Knight has suddenly appeared, and I want him to know just how much he means to me, how much he’s changed my world in the singular brief moment we shared. The few hours spent together were fleeting yet they stayed with me, begging my soul to yield to that same feeling of comfort and safety.
“No,mo stór,” he purrs in that deep baritone that I’m beginning to love, “you don’t have to kneel. We aren’t master and slave. It’s justus, Alice. Just two people who want to share intimacy and a moment of tenderness.”
My knees wobble at his words and I wonder how something so small can seem so huge.
Our bodies meet like two statically charged pulses of energy. His grip is almost painful as he grabs my upper arms and pulls me in close, his chest heaving. This connection between us is insane. It’s so intense, nothing like I’ve ever known.
The faint scent of arousal permeates the room.
“Kiss me,” I beg, lifting my head as his lips crush down on my own and a low growl erupts deep in his throat. The kiss is all-consuming. We’re wild, our tongues tangling with one another as I feel my back press against a nearby wall. His mouth is claiming mine and tasting the need that’s growing between us. Sparks fly by in the air and I see the amber and gold flecks of light darting around the room. Everything is so bright, so vibrant. A moan escapes as he leaves a trail of liquid heat slowly down my neck, stopping to nibble on my collarbone with his teeth.
How can one single kiss spark such incredible lust?
“I want to taste that sweet, pink pussy, Alice. I need to lick that delectable flower between your legs.”
My head falls back against the wall as I process his words. Seconds later I’m lifted and brought to the golden sheets that drape across the king-size bed. I’m vaguely aware that he’s stripping the clothes from my body until I’m naked and exposed, left completely at his mercy.
I open my legs wide as he rips the shirt from his body sending buttons flying in every direction. I take in the sculpted belt of muscle peeping out of his trousers which are hanging low as he removes his belt and tosses it above my head, where it lands with a slight bounce.
A dark shadow crosses his face as he lowers his stomach to the mattress. It’s almost as if he’s a beast, his eyes darkening and his expression feral with need. His features blur slightly, and I blink, wondering if I’m only imagining the way he resembles some kind of lecherous wolf.
My White Knight presses a light kiss above my mound and then hisses as his fingers spread me wide open for his perusal. My pussy is already wet, slick with my arousal. He closes his eyes and inhales, his voice so deep and guttural I nearly miss his words.
“I’m going to devour you, my sweet Alice.”
I can’t prevent the impulse to run my fingers through his chestnut hair and glide through the curls, kneading his scalp as he flicks his tongue and brushes against my pussy while I jolt in his arms. My hips buck off the mattress and lift off the bed, eager to feel the rough texture as I push up against his face.
He smirks, flattening his tongue as he swipes from my puckered hole below, slowly upward until he’s teasing my clit. I sit up on my elbows, overcome with the need to stare at the handsome man between my legs. The honey and marigold hues of the room seem to flicker across his skin like the flames of firelight, bathing his muscled body and shaping every hard contour into perfection. His unhurried movements are captured as his biceps curl and flex.
A primal sound leaves his throat again as he swipes along my pink slit, alternating with light nibbles and gentle sucks on my clit. His lips purse around my throbbing bud as he sucks so hard, I see starbursts while he simultaneously eases a single finger inside me. I shift my hips and begin to move, rolling to a gentle rhythm in response. Another finger joins the first as he begins to slowly pump in and out. My arousal is obvious as my pussy sucks his fingers with every plunge and the wet sounds fill the air.
Each stroke of his expert touch is sending shockwaves of need into my core. I gasp and moan, grabbing at his hair, the sheets, and his shoulders as I writhe beneath him. Twisting and squirming, I fight the urge to cum right away. I want to prolong this moment and make it last. I can’t let it end too quickly.
I may never have the chance to be with my White Knight again.
He senses my thoughts as he pauses, and I groan. “Let go,a mhuirnín. This isn’t the end.”
Pressure is building, my body nearly shaking as I’m flooded with waves of heat. My body breaks out in a sweat as tight coils of need spiral outward. Lapping at my dripping slit, his tongue licking up the juices I can feel gushing from my tight pussy. I’ve never been so wet, so turned on.
I didn’t know it was possible.
My orgasm shatters my composure as I scream, gripping his arms as my head falls back and I let loose with a string of curses and mutterings that don’t make sense. I lift off the mattress again, longing for every second that my pussy can stay in contact with his mouth. My walls tremble, shake, and clench hard around his fingers as he curls them upward, coming in contact with my g-spot. The touch sends my body into another round of pleasurable aftershocks and prolongs my release. I keep crying out, my hand covering my lips as I become conscious of all the noise I’m making.
He pulls my hand away and gently shakes his head. “No, I want to hear you, every moan, cry, and desperate wail. I want to hear how much my touch makes you lose control.”
My White Knight’s hands grip my hips and tug until I’m at the edge of the mattress. His fingers squeeze as he grins, staring down at my body like he wishes to devour every single inch. His tongue licks his lips as he thoroughly savors the juices from the skin.
