Protege(53)
His feet nudged hers, widening her stance, and she gasped. “That’s not what I said, Sir.”
“And what does it mean in Georgia when one says bless your heart? Tell me it means something else and I’ll apologize for my misunderstanding immediately.”
She couldn’t deny it. He’d called her out, reminding her of the nature of their relationship—a reminder she very much needed in that moment—and in turn made her feel stupid. So she’d called him an idiot.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Apology accepted.” He stepped forward, the crinkled hair of his thighs pressing to the backs of her smooth flesh. “However, I would be remiss to allow such disrespect to go unpunished.”
“But—”
“The only words you are permitted to speak are penguin and thank you, Sir. If I require more from you I’ll specifically ask for it. Nod if you understand.”
Her head bobbed quickly as something slick drizzled down her back.
“As I was saying, the issue with not clearly communicating what we want is that we sometimes receive the unexpected. I will kiss you when this is over, by the way, if you do not upset me again.”
And damn her for getting hung up on that proverbial carrot. She’d wanted to kiss him so desperately downstairs. His words resonated in some hidden cranny of her soul and she’d felt so connected to him—too connected, which was why he likely reminded her this was only for educational purposes.
His fingers quickly fit between her folds, testing her evident and somewhat mortifying arousal, but making no move to stimulate her. When oil massaged into her back entrance her eyes widened. She could handle a finger, but he’d definitely stripped for a reason. Her breath turned labored as he fed a finger slowly inside her and began pumping.
“One of the most intimate acts a couple can share is anal sex, peach. There’s nothing quite as vulnerable as having a man take you this way.” He spoke as if he had experience in that arena. “But your ass is mine for the next several weeks and no one will experience this intimate gift but me—starting tonight.”
Another finger stretched her and she moaned. A fist seemed to squeeze her heart, excitement pumping through her veins, trepidation thrumming right on its tail. She’d wanted this for a long time but had never trusted another enough to even ask for it, let alone bare herself in such a way.
His fingers penetrated deep and she went up on her toes, pressing her lips tight as she swallowed a moan. It was an awakening indeed, one she intended to relish and not spoil by spouting out words accelerated by unnecessary fear. She wanted this and though he phrased it as a lesson, she recognized it as a gift.
His fingers wedged deep and held. “Do you have something to say?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His lips pressed tenderly to the back of her shoulder, lingering long enough for her to feel the curve of his smile. Her eyes closed as she sensed that he was pleased with her—his approval fulfilling more hidden needs buried deep inside her soul.
“Feel free to make noises, Collette. It’s a lot to bear, and you’re tight.”
Her lips parted and she let out a guttural sigh as he slowly began to pump his fingers. God, she liked it, more than she expected she would. Overwhelmed by his power over her in that moment, her sex gushed as warm arousal bathed her folds.
Ramming his fingers deep, he leaned over her and whispered, “This is what I meant about not needing to be a sadist to enjoy dishing out a punishment.” His tongue dragged slowly from one shoulder to the other. “I’m going to enjoy taking your virgin ass very much. Stretching you like no other man has.” His lips closed over the side of her neck as he sucked for a moment. “Just like you remember that neighbor who took your virginity, you’ll never forget me, the first Dom to claim your virgin ass.”
Her breath quickened as something in his tone registered. He’d made that last promise and exposed a bit of his hand. Yes, this was business, but he, too, would walk away from this experience with something. He wasn’t as detached as he pretended. He felt something for her, be it greed, possessiveness, affection, or respect, she wasn’t quite sure, but it was evident how much it pleased him to always claim ownership of this virgin part of her.
Strangely, she was glad to give it to him. Her emotions were betraying her common sense and she needed to cool it. The problem was, every second he interacted with her the more emotionally invested she became. She didn’t know how to shut off that part of herself.
His body lifted, his hand slowly dragging down her spine, fingers tripping over each vertebra. Her insides tugged as his fingers worked her desire higher and higher. Withdrawing his touch, he bent and spread her cheeks wide. Her eyes closed as his inspection weighed on her.
“So tight.” He smacked her behind as he released her cheeks. “I think a bit more oil would be appreciated.” Again, he doused her ass with lubricant, which she appreciated. See how considerate he is of your comfort . . .
Gritting her teeth, she willed her heart to stay out of it. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Such pretty southern manners.”
She had to smirk. It was a well-mannered southern insult that got her into this mess, but she knew better than to comment on his ironic praise.
He stepped close, the heat of his cock burning her back entrance as trepidation bit at her. He pressed and her body instinctively tried to escape his hold. So many emotions. So many rapid thoughts and fears. The pleasure vanished with the first pinch of tightness as he fit his cock against her opening and she panicked. “Penguin. Penguin.”