Beneath the Scars (Masters of the Shadowlands #13)(88)
His gaze met hers. Under his absolute confidence and the sheer force of his personality, she…let go. The control was his.
He nodded slightly and with an easy movement, scooped her up and laid her down on the bed. Her legs dangled off the end of the mattress.
Well, this was different.
He bent her right leg up, wrapped a scarf just above her knee, and knotted the end of the fabric to the right side of the waist belt. When he did the other side, her knees were secured up and close to her sides.
“Yeah, that’s nice.” He smiled and laid his palm against her very exposed pussy. “Easy access for whatever I want to do.”
His hand was warm, intimate, and the light pressure on her clit made her squirm.
“Since you’re a practical woman, you probably have a battery-operated-boyfriend.” He didn’t even wait for her answer before rudely opening her nightstand drawers.
“Don’t you dare—”
His frown silenced her. “Best remember the terms of respect, baby. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you more than you’ve already earned.”
“What? Earned?” When his eyebrows rose, she hastily added, “Sir.”
Ignoring her, he made a pleased sound and pulled out her rechargeable wand vibrator. “Nice.” He flicked on the wand and smiled at the hum. After turning it off, he tossed it on the bed.
She felt the mortified heat in her face and glared at him.
“None of that, pet. Let me explain. If you’re single, your toys belong to you alone.” He stood at the foot of the bed and leaned over her body, bracing himself with a hand beside her shoulder. He ran his fingers through her hair—and fisted the loose strands—holding her for a deep, demanding kiss.
Lifting his head, he whispered against her lips. “However, if you’re with a Dom, your toys get added to his arsenal…and your orgasms belong to him.”
The words took a second to register. What? “No.”
His look was full of sympathy. “I’m afraid so.” He kissed her again, so thoroughly her arguments disappeared, and she felt only the heat of his body over hers, the velvet of his lips, the firm grip in her hair.
He nipped her bottom lip before kissing his way down her neck, to her collarbone, between her aching breasts. When he finally closed his mouth over a nipple, the hot, wet feeling was so intense she gasped.
Ruthlessly, he fondled her breasts almost painfully, except she was so excited, his every touch felt amazing. Streamers of liquid heat ran down to pool in her core. He pressed the peak against the roof of his mouth and worked it with his tongue, then sucked gently.
The tingles zinged all the way to her toes.
Gradually, he moved lower, alternating kisses with scraping his scratchy chin over her belly until she was half-squirming, half-laughing, and totally aroused.
Would he…
He pulled the bench closer and sat on it, then gripped her hips and pulled her ass right to the edge of the mattress. “Perfect. I can play with your pussy while sitting down. Now that’s being indulged.”
Before she could answer, he ran one finger between her slick folds, eased the hood up, then circled his finger around the edges of the exposed nub. The blast of heat and sensation sent fire through her veins.
Oh. My. God.
His fingers opened her folds more widely, and then his tongue swirled around her clit—hot and wet and far too effective.
Her last lover, so many years ago, hadn’t known where a clit was. Master Holt not only knew but was terrifyingly good at what he did.
Her core turned to molten heat.
When he lifted his head, she tried to move and grasp his hair. The restraints kept her arms in place.
He licked his lips. “You taste like the sea, pet.”
Oh. Was that good or bad? There was no way she’d ever ask that question aloud.
He chuckled. “I’m a California boy, Josie. I love the ocean, and I love the way you taste.”
The worry died before it had a chance to take her over.
Sitting back slightly, he teased her pussy with one finger, watching her with steel-blue eyes. Stroking one side of her clit, then the other. When he rubbed over the top with a callused finger, she winced…and he returned to the sides.
She could feel her clit swelling, hardening.
With his other hand, he slid a finger inside her.
An excruciatingly delicious burst of pleasure swept her body, and she moaned.
Smiling, he pulled back and inserted two fingers, thrusting in and out with slow tortuous movements. His other finger teased her clit.
Her whole pussy came alive and throbbed with need.
Three fingers. His fingers were too big, almost painful and—
He went back to two, sliding them in and out. His gaze never left her face. Leaning down, he licked over her clit. His tongue was so wet and hot as it flickered around her.
The combination of fingers and tongue lit her up like wildfire, and the seething tension inside her grew.
His fingers thrust in harder. Faster. His tongue worked her up and up.
She was almost…almost…
He lifted his head. “Do you have permission to come, little subbie?”
“Wh-what?” He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t possibly…
Her need was a churning, aching hunger. His fingers inside her had gone motionless, and she throbbed around him. Permission to come? She stared at him in disbelief.