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“It’s my fucking hotel, you can come anywhere I please,” he said.
The vibrator increased and my orgasm burst. I felt my eyes widen sharply and my fingers latched onto the edge of the table. I dropped my head, letting my hair fall around my face. Pleasure surged through my hips and down my thighs. My toes curled.
God, he was so fucking wrong.
My orgasm was short and powerful, leaving me weak. Flushed, I straightened and brushed my bangs back. His mouth twitched and his gaze stripped me naked and fucked me right here in front of everyone. My orgasm thrummed in delicious waves and ebbed into nothingness.
I sagged. Flushed and sweaty.
“Good girl,” he said lightly.
He turned the vibrator off and rose, extending his hand. My knees shook as I rose and he kept me against his side as he guided me from the room. My ankles wobbled and I gripped the sleeve of his jacket.
“Should I carry you?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Can you take my heels off?”
We paused in the dim hallway and he knelt before me and gently removed my heels. Then, reverently, his eyes lowered, he kissed the delicate skin on the top of my foot. His mouth traveled down, kissing me gently, not stopping until he reached the pale half moons of my toes.
His tongue darted out, burning my skin.
“Such pretty, little feet,” he murmured. “Let’s go back to the room. I’d like to wear those lovely ankles on my shoulders.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
LUCIEN
I unwrapped her as soon as we got back to the bedroom. She stood obediently with her hair held to the side while I pulled her zipper down. The fabric split to reveal lace so thin her skin shimmered through. I couldn’t tamp down the groan in my chest as blood surged down to my groin.
My cock was raw. Watching her come at dinner had made it so hard I couldn’t sit without pain. I’d managed to get it under control for our walk upstairs, but watching her clothes fall around her ankles had me aching again.
She stepped out of her shoes. Her toes curled, those little white half moons digging into the carpet. Her ass swayed as she shifted her weight to turn and face me. My eyes dropped like a stone to her breasts.
Gorgeous, full, cradled in fine silk.
My wife would have put Aphrodite to shame.
Making her come at dinner had broken down her barriers. She was compliant already, letting me lay her down. Her eyes fixed on me, hazy, surrounded by her cloud of dark hair.
I bent and her mouth met mine with a tremor and a rush of heat. My hand skimmed up and cradled her soft breast and I dragged my thumb over her nipple until it hardened. She moaned into my mouth and I caught it with a slow kiss. Giving her my tongue for the barest second so our tastes could mingle in our mouths.
“Lie back on the pillows,” I said. “Panties off.”
I heard her rustle behind me and get into position as I gathered up the cuffs and the leather crop from the dresser. When I returned, her eyes widened, but she was quiet as I secured her wrists above her head.
I drew back and slowly stripped down to my shirtsleeves, rolling them to my elbow. I took the riding crop and knelt, one knee on the bed, and traced it down the center of her stomach. She bit her lip and I teased her slowly and dragged the leather down to the mound above her pussy.
Her hips twitched and her head turned to side, burying against her arm.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
She obeyed, breasts heaving. Quick as a flash I drew the crop back and snapped it against the silk sheet, less than an inch below her pussy. The sound was like a gunshot splitting the room. She gasped and her pupils blew, but she stayed perfectly still.
“Fuck,” I said. “That’s a good girl.”
Her pussy clenched around the string of the vibrator. I stood back, crop in one hand, and flicked the remote in my pocket. A tremor moved down her stomach. The opening of her pussy clenched and a little glitter of arousal gathered there.
Slowly, I ran the crop through my hands. She watched my every move.
