AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He lifts his hand, winding a strand of hair that’s found its way out of my updo around a finger. He gives the tendril a light tug. He kisses the back of my neck, his full, warm lips heating my skin. A nip of his teeth, a spark of pain as he sucks at my skin.
I hold back a moan. It feels. So. Good.
One hand, firm and confident, slips over the silky material that covers my belly, dipping below my waist. Strong, deft fingers glide over me. The man knows what he’s doing. He may not host women here, but he’s got no lack of experience.
I push my ass back into him, feeling his hardness against my soft curves as I move against him. Looks like I can punish him too. A sense of power and triumph runs through me as he gives a deep moan of desire.
Any sanity I have left instantly dissolves as his fingers press deeper against my pussy. “Answer me. Tell me you want me to touch you. Beg me.”
“I want you to touch me.” I grind my ass harder into his cock. “But I’ll never beg.”
“That so?” A raspy chuckle vibrates against my back.
“Mmm…” My mind goes hazy, a cloud of euphoria enveloping me as he draws the orgasm nearer.
I grip the table to anchor myself. His free hand grabs my hip, fingertips digging into my flesh as he clutches my hipbone, using his grasp to pull me even closer. He rubs his cock in the cleft of my ass, rubbing fingers up and down over my pussy till my knees go weak.
Just as the first kiss of climax begins to ricochet through my body… he stops.
“What?” My eyes flutter open.
Danger-laced words ease from him, his words heating my skin. “Have you thought about my offer?”
His offer. The one he made yesterday. The one I clearly refused.
My fingers dig into the edge of the table. “To lie to your dad and pretend to be your fiancée? Still a hard no on that,” I hiss back.
“Fine. You don’t beg. And you don’t lie.” He grabs one of my hands, ripping it away from the table and guiding it to my pussy. My weight falls onto the other hand, the one still holding the table. Using his fingers over mine, he pushes my hand onto my pussy. “Do it yourself, then. I won’t give you the pleasure of fucking you with my cock until you beg me.”
“I won’t do it.” I give a self-deprecating laugh.
I almost do it.
Beg him for his cock. I have only one ounce of self-respect left in my body, and I use it to keep myself from doing it, from begging him.
A deep wave of shame fills me, but I am so close. He has me so close I just can’t find enough self-control to tear my hand away from his. I need this after the confusion of the past couple of days, the heightened sense of being in a strange place.
I succumb to the shame. I let him move his hand over mine, and I join his movements. His skin is hot as he presses it against mine. He adds pressure, stars sparking in my vision. Shudders run through me. I bring myself to orgasm while he stands there, his body wrapped around me like he’s now my prison.
He suddenly, abruptly backs away from me, leaving me breathless. My freed-up hand finds the table and I clutch it, hanging over it, trying to come back to earth, to get air back into my lungs. He’s gone from me, his heat replaced by cool night air.
Footsteps walk away from me. I don’t give him the respect of turning to watch him leave. Instead, I stare at the flames as they devour the wood logs that burn in the stone fireplace.
“If you won’t agree, you’ll remain my prisoner until…”
A chilly gust of fear rushes through my body. The looming threat of danger makes icicles prickle across the skin at the back of my neck.
“Until… what?” I stand there, staring into the dancing red and orange flames, waiting for him to speak.
He doesn’t. He’s waiting for me to look at him. Isn’t he? I should know better.
A man like him demands respect.
I turn my head over my shoulder to face him, still bracing myself against the thick wooden edge of his table, my anchor. Probably a family heirloom. His eyes travel up and down my body, making me feel bare, naked, and even more vulnerable than I was with him surrounding me.
My throat goes tight. “Until what.”
His eyes finally rise to reach mine. “Until I make you my wife.”
