small hand reached down, came into the field of his view and grasped his cock in firm, gentle fingers.
Through the openings of the harness, her skin touched his, and his cock jerked, responded, leaked a drop of semen onto the delicate pulse point of her wrist.
“My apologies, Mistress,” he said.
“For what?” Her hand released him, rose, lifted his chin.
He had seen many beautiful women. After thinking about her for nearly twenty-four hours, waiting for her on his knees over two hours, and then, the longest time of all, these few moments she had been in the room, letting him hear her body move but not permitting him sight of it, he expected he had exaggerated the appealing quality of her features and form.
If anything, he decided he had not done her justice.
He supposed there was some standard for beauty that model agencies used, somewhat the same way dog breeders did it. Legs must be this length, proportion of torso to arms must be this, nose this shape, eyes this color. He was sure she might not meet all those standards. But her lips were a deep, wet burgundy, and those violet eyes beneath slim brows and the mass of upswept raven curls held him, affected him so that he knew he would have waited on his knees for her until he lost all feeling in his limbs.
“For dripping on you, Mistress.”
She was bending forward, for if she had squatted, he would have been taller than she was. The bodice was snug enough that it did not gap, but the low neckline showed him she was wearing jewelry to stimulate her breasts. He saw the shape of her nipples pressed against the tight fabric and wished he could see how lovely they looked, enclosed in the silver rings which he was sure would match the beaded chain strung between them.
Her face came closer. Just as his lips anticipated the brush of hers, she turned her head away and licked delicately at her wrist, tasting the drop he had left there. He 38
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could see the pulse in her neck beating in time with the rapid pulse in her wrist, felt his blood heat further, knowing she was aroused.
“You exercise control when I tell you to do so. If you hold back when I haven’t commanded you to hold back, it’s as much an insult to me as ignoring a direct order.
Now, where was I?”
Her touch slid away from his face, caressing it before she curled those clever fingers around the full length of his erect cock again.
“You are nicely equipped. I like that,” she purred. “But that big cock of yours may cause you problems in serving me as I wish tonight.”
“I won’t let it,” he said, meeting her gaze, so close to his. Her lips seemed even closer, and he thought he might lose all control and kiss her in a moment, just to suck on those lips and see if they tasted like a perfectly ripe plum, as they appeared to.
“We’ll see. But first, I need you to tell me the rule I imposed last night.” Mac tightened his jaw, averted his glance. “Mistress will not need—”
“It is not Mistress’s needs the rule serves, but her desire to protect her possession.
Don’t fuck with me, Mac, or we’re back to where we were last night, and I walk out of here.”
His attention shot back to her and he cursed himself for the involuntary protest his expression conveyed. Even though he knew she’d seen his moment of alarm, of need, he made himself go deadpan. He didn’t want her more than ten feet from him. Hell, he might tackle her bodily to keep her here with him, where he could just have the bliss of smelling her, aroused woman with lavender and vanilla highlights.
“If I’m thirsty, I should let you know.”
She considered him, and the silence stretched out between them. It wasn’t enough, he knew it wasn’t, but damn it, he didn’t need it. He wouldn’t break. He couldn’t.
“For tonight, that will do. But I know you can do better. What surprises me is I don’t think you know that. No one’s ever broken you, Mac.” Damn right. He couldn’t keep it out of
Through the openings of the harness, her skin touched his, and his cock jerked, responded, leaked a drop of semen onto the delicate pulse point of her wrist.
“My apologies, Mistress,” he said.
“For what?” Her hand released him, rose, lifted his chin.
He had seen many beautiful women. After thinking about her for nearly twenty-four hours, waiting for her on his knees over two hours, and then, the longest time of all, these few moments she had been in the room, letting him hear her body move but not permitting him sight of it, he expected he had exaggerated the appealing quality of her features and form.
If anything, he decided he had not done her justice.
He supposed there was some standard for beauty that model agencies used, somewhat the same way dog breeders did it. Legs must be this length, proportion of torso to arms must be this, nose this shape, eyes this color. He was sure she might not meet all those standards. But her lips were a deep, wet burgundy, and those violet eyes beneath slim brows and the mass of upswept raven curls held him, affected him so that he knew he would have waited on his knees for her until he lost all feeling in his limbs.
“For dripping on you, Mistress.”
She was bending forward, for if she had squatted, he would have been taller than she was. The bodice was snug enough that it did not gap, but the low neckline showed him she was wearing jewelry to stimulate her breasts. He saw the shape of her nipples pressed against the tight fabric and wished he could see how lovely they looked, enclosed in the silver rings which he was sure would match the beaded chain strung between them.
Her face came closer. Just as his lips anticipated the brush of hers, she turned her head away and licked delicately at her wrist, tasting the drop he had left there. He 38
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could see the pulse in her neck beating in time with the rapid pulse in her wrist, felt his blood heat further, knowing she was aroused.
“You exercise control when I tell you to do so. If you hold back when I haven’t commanded you to hold back, it’s as much an insult to me as ignoring a direct order.
Now, where was I?”
Her touch slid away from his face, caressing it before she curled those clever fingers around the full length of his erect cock again.
“You are nicely equipped. I like that,” she purred. “But that big cock of yours may cause you problems in serving me as I wish tonight.”
“I won’t let it,” he said, meeting her gaze, so close to his. Her lips seemed even closer, and he thought he might lose all control and kiss her in a moment, just to suck on those lips and see if they tasted like a perfectly ripe plum, as they appeared to.
“We’ll see. But first, I need you to tell me the rule I imposed last night.” Mac tightened his jaw, averted his glance. “Mistress will not need—”
“It is not Mistress’s needs the rule serves, but her desire to protect her possession.
Don’t fuck with me, Mac, or we’re back to where we were last night, and I walk out of here.”
His attention shot back to her and he cursed himself for the involuntary protest his expression conveyed. Even though he knew she’d seen his moment of alarm, of need, he made himself go deadpan. He didn’t want her more than ten feet from him. Hell, he might tackle her bodily to keep her here with him, where he could just have the bliss of smelling her, aroused woman with lavender and vanilla highlights.
“If I’m thirsty, I should let you know.”
She considered him, and the silence stretched out between them. It wasn’t enough, he knew it wasn’t, but damn it, he didn’t need it. He wouldn’t break. He couldn’t.
“For tonight, that will do. But I know you can do better. What surprises me is I don’t think you know that. No one’s ever broken you, Mac.” Damn right. He couldn’t keep it out of
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