Sweet Persuasion (Sweet #2)(54)

“Sleepy this morning,” he said as he stroked his palm down her spine and then over the curve of her bu**ocks.

Then he left her for a moment, and she heard a noise across the room. A drawer opening and then shutting and his foot-steps as he walked back. The bed dipped underneath her as he settled onto the bed at her knees.

His palm cupped her bottom lovingly, squeezing and fondling the plump cheek. His fingertip feathered over the cleft and burrowed deeper until he brushed across the tight seam of her ass.

She stiffened and his coaxing words spilled over her.

“Relax, Serena,” he crooned. “I’m going to put the plug back in.”

She forced herself to go limp, lulled by the pleasure of his touch. He was patient, stroking and petting her. Each brush of his fingers across her entrance added more lubricant until her body was awash with fiery need.

A single finger breeched the tight opening, and she moaned softly. There was no pain, just an edgy need that left her quivering against his hand.

“Get to your knees,” he directed. “Head down on the bed, legs apart.”

Slowly she did as he asked, positioning herself so that her ass was high in the air and her face pressed into the mattress.

More lubricant eased over her entrance, inside, outside, stroking and gentle. And then the firm pressure of the plug, pressing with unrelenting force. Her body stretched and protested, held firm.

She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together to keep out the soft moan of protest as her opening stretched to accommodate the thickness of the plug.

Back and forth, he eased, each time gaining more ground until finally, with one firm push, he seated it deep into her rectum.

Her head came off the bed as her body spasmed and clenched. She sucked air through her nose as she tried to steady her reaction. Her hands curled into tight balls, the sheet rumpled in her palm.

Damon pressed a gentle kiss to her bottom and then got up from his seat on the bed.

“Take your shower then come downstairs. Bring a brush so I can see to your hair. I’ll be in the dining room eating.”

She nodded, her eyes still closed.

Gingerly, she climbed from the bed, the unfamiliar sensation of the plug stretching her behind making her cautious. She gave a little sigh as she walked toward the bathroom. What she could really use was another long, hot bath, but she wouldn’t keep Damon waiting.

She showered quickly and stepped out to dry herself. The gold band on her arm gleamed in the mirror, and she paused to examine the intricate design. Wearing the band that marked his claim made her feel like one of the slave girls from Egyptian times.

A delicate shiver paraded up her skin as she glanced down at the matching band around her ankle. He’d claimed her publicly. Branded her his own. He’d done everything she’d fantasized about and more.

As fantasies went, this was certainly one of her more successful jobs. Everything had come together as planned and had gone off without a hitch. If only all her clients could be so well satisfied.

The reminder that this was purely business put a damper on the decadent thrill that had washed through her just moments ago. Damon had a way of making her believe it. Even when everything had been orchestrated, down to the most finite detail. He made her believe it was real.

She toweled her hair as dry as she could and arranged it so it was out of her face. The towel she’d dried off with was a temptation. She wanted to wrap it around herself to go downstairs in, but she sensed that him leaving her to shower and come down alone was a test. He’d specified that she not dress unless he instructed her to, and as awkward as she felt going naked, with a plug in her ass, she’d do it.

A blush staining her skin, she walked out of the bedroom, dreading the thought of running into Sam or Damon’s housekeeper en route to the dining room.

She picked up her pace when she didn’t immediately see anyone and hurried down the hallway toward where Damon waited. At the doorway, she stopped abruptly and would have turned and walked away but Damon looked up and saw her.

There were two men seated at the table with Damon. They were all in conversation and it sounded businesslike in tone. Had she messed up by coming down naked? Or had Damon not known of his visitors before he asked her to come down with the plug embedded in her ass?

Damon watched her silently then held out his hand. God, he wanted her to come to him. The other men, seeing Damon’s gesture, turned and saw her in the doorway. There was no surprise in their expressions, just the bright flare of lust.

When she didn’t immediately move, Damon raised one brow and continued to hold his hand out to her. Hell. He did mean for her to join them.

She started forward, feeling the men’s gazes on her bare flesh. As she drew closer, some of her embarrassment faded under the stark approval in Damon’s eyes. He captured her hand and drew her close against him.

“Serena, I’d like you to meet Mr. Phillips and Mr. Granger, two business associates of mine. Gentlemen, this is Serena. She belongs to me.”

His words echoed in her mind, sharp, reminding her of the e-mail she’d written when her fantasies had been alive and fluid in her mind. She gasped as she realized that this, like the auction, was an incarnation of one of those fantasies.

Her knees trembled, and nervousness skittered up her spine like a splintered piece of wood catching on silk.

Damon pulled at her hand and guided her down to the floor between his legs. There was plenty of space between his chair and the table, and she settled gingerly on her heels, careful of the plug stretching her ass as she moved.