Curvaceous Heart (25 page)

But he didn’t.

He wouldn’t.

This is what they wanted, needed, and craved.

Victoria
.
His parents.
The business.
None of it mattered right now. There would be other days to deal with the fallout from the party.

Here.
Now.
This bed.
His cock.
Her control.
That’s all that mattered.

Slick heat coated her sex. Her clit throbbed and she eased one hand down over her belly, easing her lower lips apart to brush her thumb over the heated little nub of flesh. His eyes lit up, the tip of his tongue traced his lips, wetting them softly.

“Please, Ma’am.” He moaned, lifting his hips higher off the bed, desperate to find a way to bury his cock into her tight, heated walls. “I need you.”

“Who do you belong to?” She leaned forward, pressing her cream-coated fingers against his lips, sliding them in until he tasted her heat, suckling on them until she pulled them free once more.

“You, only you.”

She cried out, lifting her hips for a moment before she thrust down onto his rigid cock, claiming it, drawing it deeply into her body as she rocked. Her sex rippled, holding him, releasing only to clamp tightly around his shaft once more.

His thighs tensed, heels digging into the bedding, his body arched as she shuddered atop of him.

“Wait.” She groaned.

He whimpered, struggling to keep control of his hungry body. Each deep lunge of her hips pushed him higher and still he held on, begging with his eyes, the strain playing openly across his naked form.

“Wait,” she whispered, cupping her breasts, lifting them, pinching lightly at her own swollen nipples. The coral tips ached for his touch, his lips,
those
soft nibbling kisses she knew he could bestow when given the chance. She sucked in on her bottom lip, trying to find a moment of focus even as her control threatened to struggle free.

“Please.”

She shook her head, her hips now still, but her inner walls were another matter. They tightened, massaging the length of his cock, milking him.

“Mistress!”

Pleasure rippled through her core, claiming her body, mind, and soul as she screamed out.
“Now!”

Heat.
His.
Hers.
It didn’t matter. Pleasure ruled the moment. She rested her hands against his chest, her nails digging into his taut flesh and still her hips danced, demanding one more cry, one last shudder of pleasure until she was left lying atop of him, his cock still buried between her thighs.

“Mine,” she whispered against his neck.

Others would have wanted soft words of love, whispered promises, but for him that one word was enough.
And for her…

“Yes, Mistress.”
His breath tickled her ear.

Sue smiled, rocking her hips one last time as he groaned in pleasure and horror combined. Did he fear that she would sit back up and tease his still-hard cock, force another wave of pleasure through his body? Or did he just hope she would push him to the edge one more time?

She sat up, trailing her fingertips down his chest as he shuddered, his eyes glazed, lips parted as he sucked in ragged breaths. A wicked smile claimed her lips even as her hips began their slow dance once more.

Yes, Mistress
.

What else did she need to hear?