Read Online For His Pleasure: The Boxed Set, Books 1-6 (For His Pleasure, For His Taking, For His Keeping, For His Honor, For His Trust, For His Forever) by Kelly Favor - Free Book Online
Authors: Kelly Favor
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played more with her nipples, sometimes being gentle, other times squeezing until it became painful. But always there was pleasure. Always.
He was a master, and he played her body the way a great violinist would stroke his bow against the strings of an instrument. Sometimes fiercely, with something akin to violence, other times the gentleness of his caress was a thing of beauty.
Nicole was out of her mind, out of her body, out of her self. She’d become something totally different, as if she’d been transported. In the darkness she found she didn’t care how she looked, or what he might be thinking of her moaning and writhing.
She completely let herself go, let the fantasy become reality.
The orgasm that she’d been fending off and fending off was building to a crescendo that was unimaginable, like a tsunami building and building. Soon it would swallow everything in its path.
The wave broke when his hand slid from her nipples down her ribcage, her belly and stopped at the very top of her slick cunt. She knew she’d long ago soaked through her dress, it was sticking to her skin and he could likely see everything in stark outline.
His fingers came to rest and one fingertip dug slowly into her swollen flesh, nudging her clitoris.
She came then, with such ferocity that it might have looked like convulsions. She bucked her hips and his finger was fucking her now, fucking her through her dress.
She screamed but the gag blocked her screams. All that came out was muffled moans. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air and expelled it, still bucking. The orgasm continued and continued.
By the time it was over, she was simply drenched.
Drenched and exhausted.
She lay there motionless, spent. His hands were soon busy untying the ball gag. It was removed and she flexed her lips, her mouth was so dry. Next, he went and untied all four limbs. When her hands were released, she rubbed her wrists, feeling the indentations in her skin.
Finally he removed her blindfold.
She blinked in the brightness of the room, even though it was fairly dim compared to the rest of the apartment.
Red was sitting next to her. She was lying on her side now. He leaned down and stroked her hair and looked into her eyes.
She was startled by what she saw there, what she saw in him. It was a need so intense, so great that it defied her imagination. His need, his hunger for her surpassed anything she could rationalize. And it occurred to her that he still wanted her just as much, if not more now then he did twenty minutes ago. He had not been able to satiate himself, his lust. He was unquenchable.
She wanted to please him the way he’d pleased her. “I’ll do anything, sir,” she whispered to him.
“Give yourself to me,” he said instantly.
“I already have, sir.”
“Not yet.”
“Yes, sir.”
“No, but you will.” He smiled. His smile was pained somehow.
“I’ve never felt this before, sir.”
“This is only the beginning.”
He stood up and she could tell from his demeanor that their encounter was coming to an end. They left the room and he locked the door behind them. Nicole found that she wanted to go back there, to lie down and look into his eyes again and share that intimacy again.
He was colder now, more boss than lover, and he took out his phone and played with it momentarily. When he looked up at her, his expression was neutral. “Outside, my driver waits.”
“You’re staying here, sir?”
“Don’t worry about what I do.”
“Of course, sir,” she said, but couldn’t hide the sarcasm in her voice. Nor did she want to.
She gathered her purse and took a deep breath. She was drenched in sweat and the driver would surely know what had gone on. But then, she suspected he’d seen this kind of thing before.
The thought of other women undergoing this exact ritual angered her.
Red was on his phone when she left, standing in the middle of the apartment.
“Well, thanks for showing me a good time, sir,” she
He was a master, and he played her body the way a great violinist would stroke his bow against the strings of an instrument. Sometimes fiercely, with something akin to violence, other times the gentleness of his caress was a thing of beauty.
Nicole was out of her mind, out of her body, out of her self. She’d become something totally different, as if she’d been transported. In the darkness she found she didn’t care how she looked, or what he might be thinking of her moaning and writhing.
She completely let herself go, let the fantasy become reality.
The orgasm that she’d been fending off and fending off was building to a crescendo that was unimaginable, like a tsunami building and building. Soon it would swallow everything in its path.
The wave broke when his hand slid from her nipples down her ribcage, her belly and stopped at the very top of her slick cunt. She knew she’d long ago soaked through her dress, it was sticking to her skin and he could likely see everything in stark outline.
His fingers came to rest and one fingertip dug slowly into her swollen flesh, nudging her clitoris.
She came then, with such ferocity that it might have looked like convulsions. She bucked her hips and his finger was fucking her now, fucking her through her dress.
She screamed but the gag blocked her screams. All that came out was muffled moans. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air and expelled it, still bucking. The orgasm continued and continued.
By the time it was over, she was simply drenched.
Drenched and exhausted.
She lay there motionless, spent. His hands were soon busy untying the ball gag. It was removed and she flexed her lips, her mouth was so dry. Next, he went and untied all four limbs. When her hands were released, she rubbed her wrists, feeling the indentations in her skin.
Finally he removed her blindfold.
She blinked in the brightness of the room, even though it was fairly dim compared to the rest of the apartment.
Red was sitting next to her. She was lying on her side now. He leaned down and stroked her hair and looked into her eyes.
She was startled by what she saw there, what she saw in him. It was a need so intense, so great that it defied her imagination. His need, his hunger for her surpassed anything she could rationalize. And it occurred to her that he still wanted her just as much, if not more now then he did twenty minutes ago. He had not been able to satiate himself, his lust. He was unquenchable.
She wanted to please him the way he’d pleased her. “I’ll do anything, sir,” she whispered to him.
“Give yourself to me,” he said instantly.
“I already have, sir.”
“Not yet.”
“Yes, sir.”
“No, but you will.” He smiled. His smile was pained somehow.
“I’ve never felt this before, sir.”
“This is only the beginning.”
He stood up and she could tell from his demeanor that their encounter was coming to an end. They left the room and he locked the door behind them. Nicole found that she wanted to go back there, to lie down and look into his eyes again and share that intimacy again.
He was colder now, more boss than lover, and he took out his phone and played with it momentarily. When he looked up at her, his expression was neutral. “Outside, my driver waits.”
“You’re staying here, sir?”
“Don’t worry about what I do.”
“Of course, sir,” she said, but couldn’t hide the sarcasm in her voice. Nor did she want to.
She gathered her purse and took a deep breath. She was drenched in sweat and the driver would surely know what had gone on. But then, she suspected he’d seen this kind of thing before.
The thought of other women undergoing this exact ritual angered her.
Red was on his phone when she left, standing in the middle of the apartment.
“Well, thanks for showing me a good time, sir,” she
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