AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Finally, the limo pulls to a stop, and I glance out the window at a lineup of small beach cottages alongside the bigger Exeter House. They sit on the sand, right on the beach. Though it’s dark, the rhythmic, primal pounding of the surf on the beach provides an apt backdrop for this night.
He holds the door for me as I get out and then takes my hand and leads me up a walkway, past a small fishpond. In the dark, it’s hard to see, but the little cottage is beautiful, rustic looking. Quiet. And completely isolated.
I draw in a shaky breath as we reach the small porch and he pulls out a card key, waving it in front of the lock. We enter, stepping past the foyer and into the large, elegant living room. The furnishings are a bold navy-blue and white, a nautical theme accented by dark mahogany wood. It’s gorgeous in its simplicity. And though elegant, also homey.
I immediately feel myself relax—just a little bit.
Without a word, Kohl strides over to the dining table, reaches into his coat pocket and extracts some folded papers. Unfolding them, he lays them flat. It’s the contract. I walk over to where he’s bent over it to get a look at what he’s doing. He flips through the pages, making quick notations and handwritten amendments to the points we discussed over dinner. Then, on the last page, he signs where it denotes the “contractor” to sign. He scratches out the word “mistress” under the line next to it, writing instead “contractee.” Then, he lays down the pen and straightens. He steps aside to make room for me, and while I read through his amendments, he’s removing his jacket and tie, draping them over a chair.
Nervously, I bend to take the pen, tucking an escaped strand of dark hair back behind my ear. Aside from his amendments, the contract is identical to the document he emailed to me days ago. I initial next to each of his notations and then flip to the last page, signing on the dotted line.
I swallow, laying down the pen. It’s done. I’m his.
With a harsh expulsion of breath, he’s at my side in seconds, pressing me against the table as if he couldn’t wait a second longer. His mouth comes down, capturing mine in a hungry kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, taking possession, taking control. Telling me now with his body the exact same thing his contract states in writing. I belong to him.
He tastes like the expensive wine we had at dinner, and I drink him in eagerly, opening my mouth to his invasion. Now that the contract is signed, there’s no reason for me to hold back.
His hot mouth breaks away from my lips as he grips me, one hand reaching up to pull down my dark brown hair, running his fingers through it repeatedly until it obeys his command and is now sweeping past my shoulders. At the nape of my neck, he grabs a handful of it, his fingers tightening so that it pulls painfully at my scalp, forcing me to look up into his face.
“Beautiful,” he growls, fastening his lips to my throat. Then he lifts me so that I’m seated on the table. It’s an elegant table made of a solid slab of thick, smooth marble. It’s icy and hard beneath me. “Now I’m going to taste your sweet little pussy.”
His words are like a drug, and I’m mesmerized. Oh, God yes. The sound of his deep baritone vibrates through me, and I moan. I need his mouth on me, sucking me until I come.
In one quick motion, he pulls my legs apart, placing himself between my knees that hang over the table. He catches the hem of my dress and pushes it up, up my thighs hitching it past my waist so that I’m exposed to him—wet black lace panties and all. Slowly, his eyes still pinned on mine, he trails his hand up my inner thigh and then slips a finger up the length of my entrance through my drenched panties. His breathing is labored now, but he’s still not watching what he’s doing. He’s watching my face.
He nudges the black lace aside and pushes at my entrance with his long fingers.
“So fucking wet. For me.”
I lean back on my arms to look up at him. My eyes close as his fingers continue to explore my exposed entrance. “Yes,” I moan. “I’ve been wet all night.”
He growls, low in his throat, his eyes burning with lust. “You’ve just signed yourself to me. Do you understand?”
I nod, licking my lips.
“You agree to obey me…” His fingers prod harder. “Yes?”
Then he hovers over me, pushing against my shoulder and forcing me to lie back on the table. I watch as, tight-featured, he shoves my skirt up farther, then grabs the crotch of my panties and rips it open with a fierce jerk, exposing me completely.
“Say yes, Madeline. You’ve agreed to obey me.”
“Yes,” I breathe as he sinks two fingers inside me, stretching me, forcing me to release a cry of pleasure.
“Fuck. I can’t wait to bury myself in this tight pussy. Jesus, Madeline. You were made for me to enjoy. And I plan on doing just that tonight. I’ll take pleasure in every inch of you. And you won’t hold back. Will you, my sweet?”
“No,” I squeeze my eyes closed as his fingers start to pump in and out of me in a slow, torturous rhythm. It feels so good that I shamelessly grind my hips against him, moaning, begging wordlessly for more.
“Open your legs for me, Madeline. Open wide.” And as I said I would do, I obey.
Without warning, his hand stills. Then he ducks, burying his head between my thighs, and I’m lost. His hot breath bathes the sensitive skin above my inner thighs and I jump when his tongue connects with my clit. It feels like an electric shock on the most sensitive spot on my body.
He licks my clit, over and over again—alternating between flicking it harshly with the blade of his tongue and lapping slowly, languorously. There is fire in my belly, warm and raw pleasure seeping down my thighs. Then, he plunges his tongue deep inside my swollen channel.
“Evan!” I moan. “Oh, God.” My legs instinctively tighten, and he shoves a leg aside.
“I said open, Madeline. Obey me.”
My eyes squeeze tight and I comply. He continues to lick and suck my clit. The pleasure is wild, intense; it sends me hurtling toward the edge in record speed. I grip the table as he continues to devour me, taking me to the very brink. His tongue is a divine gift, his lips surrounding me, demanding my compliance to their demands. Every muscle in my body tightens, preparing for shuddering release.
