Protege(16)
His finger deep inside her, he twisted and lowered her to the couch, spreading her thighs wide. His touch was not gentle, but she couldn’t formulate the words to tell him to slow down. Sensation bombarded her as he shoved another finger into her, the sound of his knuckles slapping down on her wet folds filling the room over her harsh breathing and the scent of her arousal.
Her head tipped back as her spine stiffened, pulling every muscle taut. Cries of shock and pleasure fell from her lips in nonsensical syllables as he ravaged her needy body faster than any encounter she’d experienced before. It happened so fast, as if he were merely solving a puzzle he’d completed a million times before, but she’d never felt anything like it. Trembling, she caught her breath and looked up at him, unsure if her body had ever suffered such a rapid, extreme climax. Her eyes widened as her gaze dropped to his glistening knuckles.
Before she had a chance to formulate words, he jarred her senses once more, the sound of pumping fingers accompanying her startled gasp. “Again,” he demanded, now holding her folds wide as he fit his fingers deeper.
“I can’t.”
“You will.” He probed and her body released again, equally if not stronger than the first time, shocking her.
His fingers withdrew, but he continued to touch her in a sexual manner that wasn’t anything she was used to. His wet hand slapped her sex, sending shocks of pleasure reverberating through her body. She gasped with each quick swat over her clit as he rubbed her arousal between her legs, touching her everywhere until everything inside her stiffened and his finger wedged into her ass.
The room grew silent as a tomb as she held her breath, her eyes wide. He grinned slowly. “My finger fits perfectly inside your ass, Collette. But I think my cock will have its work cut out. You’re tight.”
Breath sawed out of her in a rush as she watched him. He didn’t move his hand or press any deeper. He simply held her supine body to his and appraised her.
“Do you see how you’re waiting for my direction, Collette? I like that very much. I also like how quickly your body reacted to my touch. We’ll have to change your answer about your last vaginal orgasm. You’re quite capable.”
“That never happened before.”
The side of his mouth hooked upward. His hair was no longer combed into sleek order. Several pieces had flipped over his brow, showing auburn highlights. “I think you would do well habituating with a sponsor for one month. It would be enlightening for you.”
Her body chilled as air blew silently from the vent above. “Could you please remove your finger?”
His head tilted and his touch was immediately gone. “Are you in pain?”
She sat up and scooted off his lap, crossing her arms over her bare chest. “No.”
***
He frowned. She was withdrawing again. He had two options. He could push her and demand she explain, or he could coax it out of her carefully. Tender would probably be best, but she was known to bend the truth when she assumed control.
Taking her wrists in his hands, he pulled her arms from her chest and pressed her palms to the leather of the sofa. “Tell me what changed for you, Ms. Banks.” She turned away like a child who believed that not looking made them invisible. “Eyes on me.”
Her gaze narrowed as it returned to his. He didn’t mind the fire in her eyes, preferred it to the fear he sometimes glimpsed. “I’m not sure I can give my body to a stranger for a month. I was hoping there’d be an emotional connection first.”
“Your trepidation’s understandable, but your sponsor isn’t your placement. The emotional connection will come once we have ample information about your character. Fernweh doesn’t find platonic companions, though many partners are very emotionally attached. We find suitable matches based on all appetites, with high regard to the sexual ones. That, Ms. Banks, is how one finds Fernweh.”
Her mouth tightened. Her breasts lifted with each uneasy breath, her flesh exposed. Her nipples were now soft and the most delicate shade of caramel. “Then maybe I should go.”
She sat up and he tightened his grip, pinning her wrists to the sofa. “You’d quit now?” he murmured, irritated after he’d made an exception to the rules on her behalf. “Why now, after coming this far and opening yourself to such possibility?”
Her glare was a poor impression for temper, when he spotted the endless vulnerability in her eyes. “I came here because I wanted to find a husband, or at least something I could depend on. Nowhere in my research did I read about agreeing to be a random man’s whore.”
“Not his whore,” he hissed, frustrated with society’s shortsighted, prudent appraisal of such things. “His protégé.” The term didn’t bring her notable relief, so he clarified, “My protégé.”
Her expression softened, lips slowly parting as she blinked. “You?”
“Yes, me. I would be your sponsor.”
Her gaze skittered away as she seemed to consider this. Perhaps their slight familiarity would help her accept the process. In actuality, he wasn’t any different than any other man. It wasn’t as though they had a history. They shared one other meeting and the common knowledge that he liked her underwear. “Does this make the idea more tolerable?”
“Well . . . yes.”
Keeping his expression blank, he wondered if she found him attractive or if she somehow mistook him as nonthreatening. “I’m not an easy person to please, Ms. Banks. You require a D/s experience and I plan to give you one.”