‘Uh-huh,’ he said. ‘Little Miss Impatient. ‘Who’s in charge here, exactly?’
‘You are,’ I breathed. ‘Just…kiss me. Please.’
‘You’re learning,’ he said, sounding satisfied. ‘Whatever Madam desires.’
He brought his mouth down on mine, his lips soft at first before hardening as he thrust into my mouth with his tongue, his free hand caressing my jaw as he pushed further in. I teased at his tongue with my own, licking at it and rubbing along it, his taste buds gently rough against mine.
‘God, I’ve never wanted anything so much,’ he murmured into my mouth, as he let his hand slip from my cheek and trace an electric line down my neck to my breast. He cupped it in his palm, kneading at it softly as he rubbed at my nipple through the cotton of my sundress.
‘This won’t do,’ he said, pulling away from me and sitting up slightly. His hand moved to the opening of my dress, which he unbuttoned deftly, not stopping until the whole front of my dress peeled away. ‘A bra as well?’ he said, with a reproving tut. ‘Have you no manners?’
‘Sorry,’ I said, giggling like a schoolgirl. ‘Sir.’
‘I’ll let you off,’ he said, still disapproving. ‘This time. But next time…no underwear is required. Besides,’ he added, with a wink. ‘You don’t need it – you’re perfect without.’
He pulled me up towards him, as he pushed down the straps of my sundress and leaned round to unclasp my bra. I nibbled at his neck, desperate to touch him, to hold him, to be in contact with him every second. My whole body was burning for him, and he was the only one who could extinguish the flames.
He pushed me back down on the bed and cradled my breasts in his hands, running his tongue over one, then the other, before moving down the bed slightly. ‘Lift that pretty bottom up,’ he said. ‘I think these can be dispensed with, too.’
He slipped down my panties, before holding them up and throwing them a dirty look. ‘Coming between me and paradise,’ he said, scoldingly, before pushing my thighs apart and burying his head between my legs.
He kissed inside one thigh, then the other, his lips tingling each area of skin as they passed over it. He pressed my legs further apart with his fingers as his warm breath moved up between my thighs and onto my mound. I couldn’t help a moan. I was sure I was going to come the moment he touched me.
‘Now then,’ he said, as if reading my mind. ‘A little decorum, please, Angel. No moaning or sighing – and definitely no coming – at least, not yet.’
I could have wailed aloud. How was I supposed to keep control of myself when he had my legs spread wide open and his face buried between them? As his tongue began to skate over my folds, I couldn’t help a gasp of excitement.
He pulled away at once. ‘Now, now,’ he said. ‘I think you know that’s against the rules. What do you say?’
‘Sorry,’ I gasped again, as he teased at my clit with his fingers. ‘Sorry…Sir.’
‘That’s better,’ he said. ‘Now, no more misbehaving or I’ll have to deal with you before Dominion and, if I do that, we’ll never get there at all.’
After that, I had to content myself with groaning inwardly, as he gently opened up my folds and plunged his tongue into me, teasing my clit with his fingers as he pushed his tongue deep inside me, lapping at my walls until I was arching my hips to get him further in.
‘Are you being greedy, Miss Anderton?’ he said, looking up at me. The skin around his mouth was glossy in the last rays of the sun, slick and shining with my juices.
‘Yes,’ I gasped. ‘Please don’t stop.’
‘Whatever you want,’ he said. ‘This is for your pleasure, Angel. Tonight, after the club…not so much.’
His face disappeared again, between my thighs, and he began to nibble at my clit, his fingers rubbing against my lips. Gently, he inserted first one finger, then two, deep inside me. At this, it was he who let out a gasp.
‘Oh god, Angel. I can feel every tiny muscle grinding against me.’
I knew it – I could feel it too, my walls working around his fingers as they pushed in deeper and faster, each individual muscle grasping to pull them in still further.
‘It’s no good,’ he said. ‘I’ve got to have you.’
He rose up above me, undoing his fly and pushing the cream linen down and over his knees before pushing my thighs up in the air. ‘I’m going to take you now, Angel.’
‘Yes,’ I said, my breath coming shallow and fast. ‘Please, take me. Take everything.’
He reared up in front of me, his cock sticking straight up, rock hard and with beads of pre-cum already standing out on it.
‘Now, Angel,’ he said. ‘I’m going to ask you now, and never again. Has there been anyone else, since last time?’
I shook my head, jarred out of the moment by the abruptness of the question.
‘Good,’ he said. ‘I had to ask. For both our sakes.’
‘And you?’ I tensed, half sitting up and hardly wanting to hear the answer. If there’d been someone else, all this would suddenly be meaningless…to me, at least.
‘You just don’t get it, do you?’ he said, shaking his head and smiling gently. ‘There could never be anyone else after you.’
I subsided again, back into the sheets, and he ran his cock up and down my folds. With each pass, I couldn’t help but buck my hips, trying to pull him inside me. He pushed my thighs up again, so they were almost touching my shoulders and put the tip of his cock just inside my entrance.
I couldn’t help but moan again.
‘I’m adding that to your list of misdeeds,’ he said, with a satisfied grin. ‘You moan as much as you want now, Miss Anderton. You’ll pay for it tonight.’
I didn’t care. If anything, it excited me still further. As he pushed further in, I arched my back in ecstasy, pushing myself up against him and gripping his length with those same muscles, desperate to keep him inside me.
‘It’s okay, gorgeous,’ he whispered. ‘I’m not going anywhere. It’s all about you, remember?’
He pulled out slightly, before pushing in again, deeper this time, pushing my thighs further apart with his hands, as he did so. In the position we were in, I could see his cock, sliding in and out of me and glistening, as his face had been, minutes before, with my juices.
‘Look at me, Angel,’ he commanded. ‘Look into my eyes while I’m fucking you.’
Hesitantly, I looked up at him. After everything that had happened since that night at the Castle, it was almost like the first time again, and the thought of meeting his gaze was almost overwhelming. I couldn’t help but look away.
He leaned forward and put his hand to my jaw, turning my face back to his. ‘Don’t be shy,’ he said. ‘Remember – this is about you and me. It’s not just sex…it’s us.’
This time, I didn’t avert my gaze, but stared into his eyes as he moved in and out of me. As his thrusts came quicker, he let my thighs drop and moved on top of me, pushing them further apart and, as he did so, I ran my arms over his shoulders and across the smooth, tanned planes of his back.
He began to grind into me, circling his hips slowly and rhythmically, each movement sending a shudder of pleasure through me as I matched him, movement for movement. And still he looked into my eyes, a look of something approaching pain on his face.
‘I’m going to have you in every way possible,’ he said, groaning. ‘I want you to be totally open with me. No embarrassment…no shame…we’re going to do everything together.’
At that, he began to move faster inside me, still grinding but, at the same time, thrusting with his hips, harder and faster, rubbing against my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore.
‘Yes,’ I whispered. I was totally caught up in the moment now, all shame gone. ‘Do everything to me.’
‘Everything, Angel?’
‘Everything.’
At that, I exploded into the most extreme orgasm I’d ever had and, as my walls clenched and tightened around him again and again, he let out a long, shuddering moan and I felt him release inside me, over and over until he collapsed on top of me.
We lay there for a moment, getting our breath back, before he rolled off me and lay, propped on one elbow beside me. He looked down at me, a soft smile on his face.