Radiant Sin(42)

I smile and relax back against his hold. Instantly, he shifts from fisting my hair to cupping the back of my head. I let him take my weight a little and lift my chin. “You have me. What are you going to do with me?”





16


Apollo

A small voice in the back of my head whispers that I’m doing something unforgivable, but those warnings are washed away on a tide of desire so intense, it’s a wonder my knees don’t buckle.

Having Cassandra naked and kneeling at my feet is an experience I never thought to have for myself. I’m tempted to simply look at her for hours, but our time is limited.

Duty comes with the dawn.

I intend to have her coming plenty more times before that happens. I tug on her hair, careful to keep it tension rather than pain. “You can keep trying to provoke me, but I’ve told you what I like, Cassandra. Be a good girl and give it to me.”

She shivers. “I hate it when you do that. Enough talking. Let’s get to the foreplay.”

“Talking is the foreplay.” I prefer my kink with a softer touch, but anyone who’s experienced knows you can cut a person right down to their vulnerable center with words as easily as you can with a flogger. There’s nothing more satisfying than seeing my submissive fight between their pride demanding they stay silent and their knowledge that giving in will ensure I do exactly what they’re craving.

What we’re both craving.

She glares up at me, but it’s nowhere near her usual cutting expression, not when her eyes are heavy-lidded and she’s allowing herself to rest against my hold. Trusting me not to let her fall backward.

People tend to fill silences. It’s an impulse I’ve never shared. Silences can serve all sorts of purposes, and they are valuable for a number of reasons. Like this one. I can see the argument she’s having with herself. She wants to submit, but she’s not the type to hand that over freely without a fight.

I have no interest in fighting.

Cassandra will give me her submission, and she’ll do it gladly. She just needs a few moments to realize it.

She doesn’t make me wait long before huffing out a breath. “Okay, fine.” She stares up at me, a challenge in those big dark eyes. “I would very much like to suck your cock until you blow in my mouth.”

It takes everything I have to hold perfectly still and give her no reaction. “And then?”

“And then…” Her lips curve. “Then when you’ve had sufficient time to recover, I would very much like you to fuck me.”

Gods, this woman.

I tug her hair a little. Even if I can contain the majority of my reaction, the fact remains that she’s affecting me deeply. I like that even her submission has thorns. My voice is more than a little hoarse when I finally reply. “Earn it.”

“Excuse me?”

I jerk my chin down. “Suck my cock well and I’ll consider fucking you.”

Her jaw drops. “I don’t know if I want to tell you to fuck right off with that nonsense or come on the spot.”

“You want to do both, but you won’t tell me to fuck off, because you want me to make you come again.” There’s reward in the submission freely given. I could nudge her easily into doing what I want—what we both want—but this is significantly more satisfying. “Remember how well I rewarded you in the sitting room.”

She licks her lips, her eyes going hazy. “You barely asked anything of me there.”

“I wanted your words. Now I want your mouth.” I pull her hair a little. A reminder of what came before. A promise of what comes next. “And you want to please me, Cassandra.”

She reaches up and hooks her fingers in the waistband of my pants. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Always with the smart comments.” I allow her to tug me closer and ease my pants down my hips enough to free my cock. “Clever, spiteful Cassandra. Let’s put that mouth to good use.”

She wraps a fist around the base of my cock and licks her lips. I can hardly believe this is real. I’ve fantasized about this woman more times than I care to admit, but having her bend down and drag her tongue along the underside of my cock when I can still taste her on my lips?

I have to tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling while I fight for control. Cassandra, the little troublemaker, chuckles and then closes her mouth around my cock. She sucks me deep, not giving me a moment to adjust. Fuck, I’m not going to last long.

Even knowing it will fray my control further, I look down. She’s staring up at me, and the sight of her sucking my cock… I don’t mean to tighten my grip on her hair, but she moans in response and sucks me harder, faster.

“Gods,” I breathe. “You really want to earn that fucking.”

She eases off me and brushes my cock against her lips. “Fuck me, Apollo.” She flicks her tongue against me. “But not yet. I’m enjoying this.”

“I know.” I hardly sound like myself.

Cassandra looks up at me, something wicked in her eyes. “Would you like to know what else I want?”

“You’re going to tell me.” The order lashes out of me.

“Come in my mouth.” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond. She simply sucks me down as if her very salvation lies on the other end of my orgasm.