When I'm with You (Because You Are Mine #2)(67)
“That’s beautiful. I would prefer it if you didn’t wear underwear here in the penthouse when it’s just us, and we aren’t expecting visitors. I will want you frequently, and it’s best that you are prepared. Now, squeeze them and play with the nipples while I put the vibrator back on you,” he instructed in a tight voice.
She gathered her breasts in her palms, squeezing at the soft, firm flesh, growing more enthusiastic in her movements when she saw the way Lucien’s eyes blazed as he watched her and the vibrator buzzed and stimulated her clit. Oh, she was starting to burn in earnest. She used her thumbs and forefingers to pinch at both nipples at once. She’d never done it before, not having much interest in her own breasts, despite her former male companions’ avid fascination for them. It felt good. She pinched hard, the spike of pain spicing the stimulation on her clit.
“That’s right. Do you like that?” Lucien asked, his finger pulsing against her clit more strenuously.
“So much,” she said, bobbing her hips against Lucien’s hand and the vibrator with more force.
“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered. “When I come back from Paris, I’m going to keep you in bed for days. That’s right. Pinch those pink nipples.”
She did what he said, her excitement mounting by the second. The bottoms of her feet began to tingle. The vibrator was extremely accurate and powerful.
“Oh, I’m going to come.”
“Ask for my permission.”
Her gaze darted to his face in surprise. His expression looked rigid with arousal . . . and entirely serious. “May I . . . come?”
“First spread your lips apart. Let me see your pink little jewel,” he said, his voice an arousing combination of a purr and a growl. “Ah, that’s right. Lovely,” he muttered, momentarily lifting his vibrating finger to eye her glistening clitoris. “I expect you to use more discipline than this while I’m away,” he said pointedly. “But since we are short on time tonight . . .”
She gasped and whined when he placed the vibrator on her exposed, naked clit.
“You may come, ma chère.”
A few seconds later, she shook in orgasm. She kept her labia spread wide with one hand and squeezed a breast with the other, her hips bucking in short jabs against Lucien’s finger.
It felt so right, letting go in front of Lucien . . . giving herself to him.
“Very good,” she heard him say a moment later as her shudders waned. She opened her eyelids sluggishly and watched in a daze as he removed the bullet vibrator, which looked glossy from her juices. He hastily grabbed for a different-sized elastic red band, and replaced it with the one that had been around his finger.
“Come up on your knees and kneel with your face over my lap,” he demanded. She loved the sound of his lust-roughened voice.
“Like this?” she asked, breathless with arousal and confusion as she bent, and her lips were just inches above the fullness behind the zipper of his pants. Her mouth watered as she stared at the column of his erection pressed against his left thigh. His fingers moved fleetly, unfastening his pants. He stood momentarily and unceremoniously jerked his clothing down to his lower thighs. She only had a covetous glimpse at his muscular ass and thighs before he sat again, and she was staring down at him.
It was the first time she’d really been this close to his cock with the light on. He wouldn’t let her touch him while he masturbated and pleasured her at night, and the restraints ensured she couldn’t get closer to all that glory. His cock was long, thick, and straight, the color a rich caramel cast with a blood-flushed, rosy hue. There was some dark hair clipped very close at the base of his cock, but his balls were shaved. Her clit pinched tight at the image of the full, round testicles. When they’d hung free that night in Ian’s penthouse when she’d sucked him, they’d been a delicious weight in her palm. He looked awesomely lush and virile and masculine, teeming with life and raw power. She licked her sensitive lips, longing for the hard pressure of his cock.
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life,” she told him sincerely, glancing up at him. He looked extremely sober and formidable as he stared down at her. “May I suck you? Please?”
A muscle jumped in his rigid cheek.
“How do you do it?”
She blinked, unsure what he meant. “Do what?”
“Play the submissive so perfectly at times that even I believe you.”
“Because I’m not acting, Lucien. I do want to please you. So much,” she whispered, wonder lacing her tone as she realized what she said was one hundred percent true.
His nostrils flared slightly as he looked down at her. He placed his hand on the back of her skull, his fingers delving into her hair. Then he was reaching for something. Confusion swept through her when she saw he’d grabbed the vibrator again. She gave him a questioning look.
“Open your mouth.”
She parted her lips wide without hesitation, even though her bewilderment amplified. She tried to say something but couldn’t, because Lucien had gently grabbed the end of her tongue and was sliding the band of the vibrator over it. A moment later, the little bullet vibrator rested in the middle of her tongue, her own taste soaking into her awareness. He turned it on again, sending a pleasant pulsation through her flesh. When he removed his fingers, she closed her mouth to contain her saliva and swallowed while the vibrator buzzed away happily on her tongue.