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Authors: P.T. Michelle
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rasps against my skin, trailing warm lips down my neck.
I know tonight is all we’ll have, so I’m going to make the most of it before he disappears from my life again. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press against him and shake my head. “No names tonight. Remember.”
He fists his hand in my hair, tugging slightly so I have to meet his gaze. “You know mine.”
“I didn’t ask you.”
He scowls, hating that answer.
Pressing my lips to his neck, I trail them up his jaw. “I’ll give you something better.”
He grunts and captures my chin with his thumb. “I want your name.”
The sconce lights flicker, then die out completely, shrouding us in darkness. Thunder booms, shaking the room.
I lick my lips and offer him a choice. “You can either have my name or me.”
With his back to the window, his face is in the shadows. Mine flashes in and out with the lightning, but I feel his fingers flexing on my hip and hear his sharp intake of breath. He wasn’t expecting that.
Heart pounding, I make it perfectly clear what I’m offering. “My name or my body. You choose.” Once it’s out there, I hold my breath. I don’t know if he’ll take it or toss me aside, he’s so freaking domineering and hard to read.
Tilting my chin higher, he feathers his fingers down my throat, then tugs the bow, unraveling the cape from around my neck.
When it whooshes to the floor at my feet, I exhale slowly, relieved that he’s chosen not to ask.
M y skin prickles as he traces his fingers across the curve of my breast above the corset, then dips a finger between my cleavage, a territorial smile tilting his lips. “In giving yourself to me, you’ve agreed to let me do anything I want to you. I’m not tender, Scarlett. I’m demanding. I like control. I’m all about the physical…and the release.”
“So you’re saying you don’t make love.”
“I fuck…” he answers in a matter-of-fact tone, then slowly traces a finger along my jaw, “But always with pleasure as the ultimate payoff. In exchange, I promise you’ll come until you beg me to stop, and even then I just might not.”
Lightning flashes along the side of his face, reflecting a quick, wicked smile.
While he promises a rough romp, he gently slides his thumbs across my breasts, then slowly begins to unhook each of the corset’s hooks from its matching eyelet.
“And my safe word?” I ask breathlessly.
He pauses, glancing up from the hooks. “Use it if you must.” Holding my gaze, he takes his time freeing the last few hooks. “But you won’t.”
Is that a challenge or a promise? My belly flutters in excitement, while my mind tries to reconcile his aggressive sexual statements with his tender attentiveness. It’s such an arousing contrast, my insides feel like they might combust. The second my corset falls to the floor, a flood of arousal swells my freed breasts, slamming straight to my nipples. I hold back the whimper at the near painful pressure, not wanting him to know just how much he affects me. Even the cotton dress is chaffing the hard pink tips; they’re that sensitive.
I gasp when he steps right up to me, his voice a sensual rumble vibrating against my chest. “I’ll have your name by the end of the night,” he says, confident, assured. “I just wanted you to offer it willingly.”
Does that mean he thinks I’ll give him my name unwillingly ? Good luck, bud. I don’t get a chance to wonder as he slides his hands up my waist to capture my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The dress does little to dull the effect as he pinches with enough force to make me cry out in a haze of pleasure/pain. When he doesn’t release me right away, but continues to apply steady, frustrating pressure, I began to throb deep in my core. It’s an achy, painful, I’ll-need-a-release-soon kind of throbbing. I grip his hard biceps and begin to pant, my legs trembling.
When I try to press my legs together to stop the torturous pulsing,
I know tonight is all we’ll have, so I’m going to make the most of it before he disappears from my life again. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press against him and shake my head. “No names tonight. Remember.”
He fists his hand in my hair, tugging slightly so I have to meet his gaze. “You know mine.”
“I didn’t ask you.”
He scowls, hating that answer.
Pressing my lips to his neck, I trail them up his jaw. “I’ll give you something better.”
He grunts and captures my chin with his thumb. “I want your name.”
The sconce lights flicker, then die out completely, shrouding us in darkness. Thunder booms, shaking the room.
I lick my lips and offer him a choice. “You can either have my name or me.”
With his back to the window, his face is in the shadows. Mine flashes in and out with the lightning, but I feel his fingers flexing on my hip and hear his sharp intake of breath. He wasn’t expecting that.
Heart pounding, I make it perfectly clear what I’m offering. “My name or my body. You choose.” Once it’s out there, I hold my breath. I don’t know if he’ll take it or toss me aside, he’s so freaking domineering and hard to read.
Tilting my chin higher, he feathers his fingers down my throat, then tugs the bow, unraveling the cape from around my neck.
When it whooshes to the floor at my feet, I exhale slowly, relieved that he’s chosen not to ask.
M y skin prickles as he traces his fingers across the curve of my breast above the corset, then dips a finger between my cleavage, a territorial smile tilting his lips. “In giving yourself to me, you’ve agreed to let me do anything I want to you. I’m not tender, Scarlett. I’m demanding. I like control. I’m all about the physical…and the release.”
“So you’re saying you don’t make love.”
“I fuck…” he answers in a matter-of-fact tone, then slowly traces a finger along my jaw, “But always with pleasure as the ultimate payoff. In exchange, I promise you’ll come until you beg me to stop, and even then I just might not.”
Lightning flashes along the side of his face, reflecting a quick, wicked smile.
While he promises a rough romp, he gently slides his thumbs across my breasts, then slowly begins to unhook each of the corset’s hooks from its matching eyelet.
“And my safe word?” I ask breathlessly.
He pauses, glancing up from the hooks. “Use it if you must.” Holding my gaze, he takes his time freeing the last few hooks. “But you won’t.”
Is that a challenge or a promise? My belly flutters in excitement, while my mind tries to reconcile his aggressive sexual statements with his tender attentiveness. It’s such an arousing contrast, my insides feel like they might combust. The second my corset falls to the floor, a flood of arousal swells my freed breasts, slamming straight to my nipples. I hold back the whimper at the near painful pressure, not wanting him to know just how much he affects me. Even the cotton dress is chaffing the hard pink tips; they’re that sensitive.
I gasp when he steps right up to me, his voice a sensual rumble vibrating against my chest. “I’ll have your name by the end of the night,” he says, confident, assured. “I just wanted you to offer it willingly.”
Does that mean he thinks I’ll give him my name unwillingly ? Good luck, bud. I don’t get a chance to wonder as he slides his hands up my waist to capture my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The dress does little to dull the effect as he pinches with enough force to make me cry out in a haze of pleasure/pain. When he doesn’t release me right away, but continues to apply steady, frustrating pressure, I began to throb deep in my core. It’s an achy, painful, I’ll-need-a-release-soon kind of throbbing. I grip his hard biceps and begin to pant, my legs trembling.
When I try to press my legs together to stop the torturous pulsing,
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