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Lucien yanks me from the door, using his hold on my throat, and shoves me backwards. I trip while trying to get my feet underneath me, but my attempt to walk is cut short. In my peripheral vision, I watch the chess pieces fall to the rug, their landing muffled by the plush material.
Then I’m the one who’s being pushed down.
The cool temperature of the marble tabletop seeps into my cheek as the hatter presses my head against the surface, guiding me with a fisted hand at the nape of my neck. He leans over my back, pinning me there. I lie still as my shock registers.
And my arousal blooms.
He kicks my foot to spread my legs. At the feel of his hand trailing my thigh underneath my skirt, I swallow past the moan gathering in my throat. My heart ricochets in my chest, and it’s so loud I almost can’t hear his whisper.
“I’ve envisioned you like this more times than I can count while fisting my cock. After today, I won’t have to imagine what it’ll be like to be inside you, to feel your cunt spasm as I fuck it. No more illusions, only reality.”
His fingertips brush my entrance, and he laughs when they come away drenched. “Such a dirty bird.”
He plunges two fingers inside me, and it rocks my whole body. I throw out my arms to grip the edges of the table as my core tightens around him. Words are beyond me.
Breathing is not far behind.
My breaths are shallow, each one a struggle as he begins to pump in and out of me, each thrust bringing about more slickness. It travels down my inner thighs like tears down a woman’s cheeks.
“I could add another finger, but that won’t be enough to prepare you,” Lucien says.
The sudden withdrawal of his hands from me leaves me feeling drained and empty. I lift my head to seek him out, but Lucien prevents me by gripping the back of my neck and slamming me down. The warmth of his skin matches my own, both of us scorching with unsatisfied lust.
“If you move again without my permission,” he says, “I’m going to bring my cane to your ass. Actually, I might anyway.”
“Lucien—”
“No moving or talking. As a matter of fact, no coming either, Adelaide. Nod if you understand.”
I do, ready to do anything he asks if it’ll ease the need pulsing inside me. The same one that’s growing with each of his commands and threats. The arousal is beyond control, my pussy weeping in earnest while thrumming with every word that comes out of his beautiful mouth.
If he’s mad, then I am too.
The cold metal of his cane brushing my calf makes me jump. Lucien brings the cane into my line of sight, and I watch in amazement as the lion’s head morphs into a golden sphere.
I flick my gaze to his. “What are you doing?”
“What did I say?”
The firm slap of his cane against my ass has me whimpering and my skin sizzling. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, but it’s with great difficulty. My core spasms with the need to be filled and clenches against nothing, frustrating me. When I open my eyes again, it’s to find Lucien leaning over me, his gaze latched onto mine.
He doesn’t look away as he brings the head of his cane to my entrance. My eyes widen when he slowly spins it, coating the entire orb with my dampness.
“You’re not going to put that inside…”
My question dies at the wicked expression on his face. He swats my ass, and I can’t hold back my groan. I’m finally beginning to understand how pain is pleasurable. And who better to teach me?
“If you can handle this, then you can take my cock.”
Lucien presses the sphere against my entrance. I freeze as he guides it inside me, wincing at the stretching sensation. But the fullness is everything.
“Look at you,” he rasps against my neck, making me shiver. “I’ve never seen anything more glorious, never met anyone I wanted to fuck more.”
The metal is quick to absorb my body heat, bringing the temperature to something more soothing. He continues to spin the object inside me, and the pressure sends me into a state of euphoria. I grip the table until my fingers ache.
Lucien adjusts the angle and starts to withdraw the orb from my body. Only to quickly shove it back, making sure it presses against the spot where my nerves are gathered.
My moan leaves me on a sigh. It tells the hatter everything I want to say but can’t. He understands my unspoken message, picking up the pace until I’m meeting him with my hips, wanting it deeper.
