by Shelly Bell
His tongue disappeared, and she sucked in a breath when he pushed the tip of one finger inside. “You’re so tight. I wouldn’t fit inside without hurting you. We’ll have to work up to it. Start you wearing a plug to stretch you to take me.”
Her throat grew dry. “Will the plug hurt?” She didn’t like the idea of sticking something cold and foreign inside her bottom. But she couldn’t deny she wanted him to claim her every way he could.
He slipped his finger in farther, and she gasped at the burning fullness. If that’s how it felt with one finger, how could she handle anything more? “It might feel uncomfortable, or you might love it. But it shouldn’t hurt.” Slowly, he moved his finger in and out, igniting all the nerves along its path.
She crooked her head over her shoulder and licked her lips as she watched him fucking her ass with his finger.
Heat flared in his eyes. He stood, ripping off his vest and swiftly removing his pants. “I need to fuck you.” One hand yanked her hair as the other snaked around her waist and brought her to a standing position. Then he forced her up against the cold glass of the window, holding her arms over her head, his hot erection digging into the small of her back. “Beg for my cock.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Please, Master, fill me with your cock. I need you.”
Gripping both her wrists in one of his hands, he used his other to line up his cock with her drenched entrance, and in one thrust, his entire length was seated inside her pussy. He plunged in and out of her slippery channel, pressing her overheated body into the cool glass of the window.
He commanded her body and its responses as though he was its true master, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, keeping her teetering on the edge. Each time, her muscles clamped harder around his cock, greedy for release. Knowing full well what he was doing to her, he laughed, and she felt the rumble of it vibrate through her straight to her pussy.
“You want to come?” he crooned. “You need permission. Ask me.”
“Please, Master, may I come?”
He released her arms and pinched her nipple. “Not yet.”
She grumbled indignantly. If he wasn’t going to give her permission, why the hell did he make her ask for it? “Please?”
“You need to ask louder. I want everyone on this floor—everyone in the entire mansion—to know who’s fucking you.”
Her pussy rippled with a mini-orgasm, her arousal dripping out of her from his words.
“Let’s hear you,” he said loudly.
“Please, Master Cole, may I come?” she shouted. She threw her head back and groaned. “Please?”
“Yes, Danielle. Come with me. Now.” His hand drifted down from her breast to her pussy where he flicked her swollen clitoris and pounded into her once. Twice. Then froze.
His cock twitched and pulsed inside her, his hot release jetting against her walls, setting off her own climax. Her pussy gripped him, milking him as it clenched over and over again, sending pulsing waves of liquid heat through her body. “I’m coming. Oh, God, I’m coming so hard.” She shook from the force, and it if wasn’t for Cole’s body still pressing her into the glass, she would’ve fallen. “I think you killed me.”
Chuckling, he dragged her with him to the bed, and they both fell onto it, resting their heads on the pillow. His fingers played with the ends of her hair as he rained kisses down her cheek.
Her hand curled into his chest. “Does this mean we’re going steady?”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “It means for as long as you’re here, I’m your Master. You don’t negotiate with anyone other than me unless it’s in class, and no one touches you without my permission. It’s not the traditional type of relationship you’re seeking, but it’s the only one I can offer.”
She tried not to think about tomorrow. “I want it. Whatever you can give, for however long you choose to give it, I accept. I belong to you and only you.” She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, sweeping her tongue into his mouth and reigniting her arousal.
He inched closer, slipping his hand under her pillow. She heard a rustling before he removed his hand, bringing with it the note left by the kidnapper. He frowned and started to flatten out the paper. “What’s this?”
She seized it from his hand and jumped out of bed. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just something I was working on. It’s garbage.” She crumpled it up into a tighter ball and dropped it in the trash. “Nothing to worry about.”
She slid back into bed with him.
Nothing at all.
Chapter Twenty-One
MUCH MORE REFRESHED after having slept with Cole in her bed last night, Danielle locked her bedroom door behind her, a delicious soreness between her thighs to remind her she’d spent half the night making love. She turned around and smacked into Cassandra.
Cassandra wore a huge smile and little else, her silver mesh dress barely covering the tops of her thighs. “So rumor has it you and Master Cole got it on in the gallery. And then later in your room. In fact, half the floor heard you last night.” The smile slid away as if it had melted. “Just remember what we talked about. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
Gracie stomped down the hall from the stairs and got in Cassandra’s face. “What about hurting her?”
“Drop dead, Gracie.” Cassandra shoved Gracie backward. “I’m sick of you treating me like something you scraped off the bottom of your shoe. You’re not the goddamn queen, and I’m sick of you acting like it.” She waved at Danielle. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
It was sweet of Gracie to stick up for her. She was like an ankle-biting Chihuahua going after a Doberman pinscher.
Danielle threw her arms around Gracie’s shoulders and led her down the hall. “She wasn’t really threatening me. When I was upset last night, Cassandra gave me some advice. Of course, immediately after, she convinced me to negotiate a scene with Logan and then tried to get me in trouble with Cole.”
“Sounds like something she’d do. Whatever advice she gave you, I hope you did the opposite, because that girl only thinks about herself. The fact that he’s falling for you hard has got to be eating her up inside.” Gracie began walking down the steps.
Danielle hurried behind her. “Falling for me. Why do you think that? Did he say anything to you?”
Laugher spilled from Gracie’s lips. “Master Cole’s different around you. He’s more . . . attached. I’ve lived with him for years, and never has he spent so much time with one slave. I’ve got my money on you two.”
At the bottom of the stairs, she pulled Gracie in close to whisper into her ear. “I can’t tell you everything, but I will say, he broke his rule with me. Several times.”
“You mean you and him . . . ?” Gracie’s eyebrows rose. “That’s huge. And speaking of huge, you are so frickin’ lucky.” She spread her hands a foot a part from each other. “I bet he needs magnum-sized, am I right?”
Her stomach twisted, and nausea hit.
“Danielle? Are you okay?” Gracie asked.
Her mind raced. “Yes, I just remembered something. No big deal.”
In all the chaos, she’d forgotten her birth control pills in Arizona.
One would think that would’ve been the first thing on her mind when she discovered she’d be infiltrating a sex club, but Tasha’s kidnapping had driven all rational thought from her head. She counted back and figured she had only missed a handful of pills.
It would be fine. She’d simply make sure they used condoms in the future.
“Danielle,” Cole said from behind her.
Breathless, she flipped around. “Good morning.” Noticing the trainees watching their interaction, she added, “Master.”
He leaned in as if he was going to kiss her but stopped before he made contact, sliding a glance at the trainees. “It is. I never got to show you how your pictures turned out. Since you have a few minutes before class begins, why don’t we go to my office and I’ll show you now?”
As the folds of her s
ex dampened, she shoved her concerns about the lack of condoms to the back of her mind. It had only been six hours since he was inside of her, and she could still feel him. Yet as sore as she was, she couldn’t wait for him to fill her with his cock once again.
The trainees whispered to each other as Cole led her by the hand through the kitchen. She shrugged it off. Between having her shout out his name last night and this display of ownership, Cole obviously wanted everyone to know she belonged to him.
He brought her to his office and closed the door behind them. Then he crossed the room and reclined in his chair behind his desk, looking devilishly pleased with himself. “Pull up your skirt and sit on my lap.”
Her jaw dropped, and heat climbed her nape. “But I’ll get your pants wet.”
He patted his leg. “They’ll dry. But I’ll have your pussy’s scent on me all day to keep me company while I go downtown to see my banker.”
She glided to him, slowly lifting her skirt and revealing her bare skin underneath. “People are talking about us.” With her skirt around her waist, she settled sideways on his lap. “Cassandra mentioned something, and Gracie—”
He covered her lips with two of his fingers. “You’re not my dirty little secret. I want everyone to know. For as long as you are here, you belong to me and no one else. No hands-on training for you unless I’m present.”
She thought about arguing with him, but it wasn’t worth it. She didn’t want to play with anyone other than Cole, even if it was pretend. Besides, she really didn’t need to learn much more, as she wouldn’t be in the lifestyle once she got her stepmother home safe.
His hand covered the mouse, and he clicked on the screen, bringing up dozens of pictures. Most of them were limited to a single body part. Similar to the ones on the dungeon wall, they were in black and white with a pop of color. But instead of coloring an object such as a flogger, he’d used the wax. The mounds of her breasts were tipped with nipples the color of raspberries. The folds of her sex—her labia, her vulva, even the pearl of her clitoris—were colored pink and looked like the petals of a rose. He’d performed magic, turning her body into a work of art.
“Wow. The pictures are amazing, Cole. I can’t believe how incredible my pussy looks.” She didn’t understand why reviewing pictures of her most intimate body parts didn’t embarrass her but speaking about them did. Squirming on his lap, she flushed and felt her cheeks turn red. She buried her face in the crook of his neck.
“I love when you talk dirty.” His hand caressed her inner thigh, and he nipped her earlobe. “There’s more. Check the screen.”
She angled her head toward the computer. These photos were different. They were still done in black and white, but they were full body shots. The curvy model was clearly in the throes of climax, her torso arched and her head thrown back in abandon. Cole had left her lips in color in addition to the wax. They were red, as if they’d been thoroughly ravaged by her lover. Each picture was a testament to the model’s beauty.
“That’s not me,” she said, confused.
“It is.”
She leaned into the screen to study them. The model wasn’t fat. Sure, she wasn’t skin and bones, but her heavy breasts, rounded stomach, and wide hips were soft and inviting. “You must have altered these images.”
“The only thing I did was adjust the photos to black and white. The rest is you.” He buried his fingers in her hair, cradling her scalp, and turned her to face him. “Has anyone at Benediction said anything about your weight or made you feel anything less than beautiful?”
She thought back to the last few days. “No.”
His hand slipped down to cup her cheek. “The only one who doesn’t believe you’re beautiful is you. Yes, this club caters to the wealthy, and that means an unusually high amount of bodies manipulated through plastic surgery, but is everyone thin? Is everyone good-looking? No, of course not.” He rested his temple against hers. “But you won’t find judgment here, Danielle. Only acceptance. I won’t allow you to leave your training without at least helping you find acceptance of yourself.”
Her throat tightened. For so long, she’d blamed others for her low self-esteem, but Cole was right. The only opinion that mattered was her own. He’d started her on the journey of discovering who she really was, removing the barriers she’d created to protect herself. Even when she left here, she would always cherish being part of a community that had accepted her in every way.
She kissed his cheek. “And I won’t leave without doing the same for you.”
“I accepted who I am a long time ago.”
She echoed her sentiments from last night, hoping it wouldn’t anger him again. “Resigning yourself to a life without love isn’t acceptance. It’s fear.”
He brushed his lips over hers. “I’m going to teach you how to embrace your exhibitionist nature.”
She glided her tongue across his bottom lip. “And I’m going to teach you how to be a voyeur without your sight.”
He gripped her nape and pushed her mouth against his, leisurely tasting and sampling. “It sounds as though we’ve both got a lot of work to do. Are you sure you’re up to it?”
She rocked back and forth on his lap. “Oh, I’m definitely up to it, and from what I feel poking into me, so are you.”
He jutted his chin toward the screen. “I haven’t decided which one to frame for the dungeon. The rest I’m going to hang on the walls of my bedroom, so even when you’re not there, I can masturbate to the image of your pink pussy.”
Her breathing stuttered. “Do you do that a lot?”
“Since you’ve been here?” His lips curved upward. “Constantly. I’m going to need to see a doctor for carpal tunnel.”
Growing wetter by the second, she wanted to play. “Not anymore. Now you can have my pussy whenever you want, Master.” His cock twitched under her ass. “But maybe you could masturbate one last time. For me.”
He raised a brow. “You want to see how I touch myself when I think of you?”
More than anything. “Yes, please.”
He lifted her off his lap. “Sit on my desk.” She situated herself in front of him, the smooth wood cool under her hot skin. Leaning forward, he slid his hands between her thighs and pushed them open. “Keep them spread.” He inhaled and groaned. “God, you smell so good.”
He fell back into his seat and unzipped his pants. Now free from confinement, his cock sprung forth, a bead of semen already pooled at the tip. His gaze remained on her pussy as he swiped his thumb over his glans and drew the moisture around his cockhead in a circular motion before gripping his shaft in his fist and sliding his hand up to the corona, then down to his heavy sac and back up again, pulling the satiny skin tight enough for her to see the bulging veins.
She licked her lips. “I fantasized about you doing that when I masturbated in the ladies’ lounge.”
He worked his shaft roughly and hissed through his teeth. “You have no idea what that did to me. I was as hard as a rock, and it took every ounce of resistance, but since I was inside the screening room with two of the dungeon monitors, I had to keep my pants zipped. When you slammed into me as you came out of the lounge, I thought I’d lose it and take you then and there against the wall. After you left, it took two pumps before I came all over my hand.”
She would’ve never believed she could have such power over a man like Cole DeMarco. It was a heady feeling to be wanted that badly. With a surprising desperation, she wanted to take his cock in her mouth. “Forgive me if it’s not my place to ask, but may I finish you off, Master?”
His hand stilled. “I don’t think I’ll last very long, but by all means, be my guest.”
She slid off the desk and fell to her knees in front of him. He squeezed his shaft up to the bulbous head, bringing forth a few more drops of his essence.
He pushed his cock toward her lips. “Lick it.”
Her tongue gathered the moisture and curled back into her mouth. His semen was a combination of bitter
and salty, like a shot of tequila followed by the lime and salt.
She licked her way around the head, then dragged her tongue down his length, noting the differences of textures and flavors of his dark skin.
When she made her way back to the top, Cole set his hand on her head and gently pressed. “Now suck it in.” She hallowed her cheeks as she brought him into her mouth as far as she comfortably could. She didn’t have much experience, but judging by his accelerated breathing and the groans flying out of his mouth, he liked what she was doing. “Fuck me, that’s good.” Using the hand on her head, he pushed her up and down on his cock. “I’ll set the pace, and you follow. Don’t stop.”
For a few minutes, Danielle was lost in a world that was solely about providing pleasure to one man. She closed her eyes and sunk into the experience, dragging her tongue over his bulging veins and the notch under the cockhead and squeezing his length with the suction of her mouth.
“Beautiful sight, isn’t she?”
Cole’s voice brought her out of the seductive trance, and she opened her eyes. Logan stood to the side of the desk, watching her work Cole’s cock. She suddenly became aware her skirt remained around her hips, giving Logan a full view of her pussy and ass. She should’ve been embarrassed. She should’ve stopped blowing Cole and yanked her skirt down to cover herself. Instead, Logan’s presence made her feel hot and tingly all over, especially between her legs.
Cole didn’t stop pushing her down on his cock, a silent reminder he was in control. He wanted her to continue fucking him with her mouth, knowing full well this public display was feeding the exhibitionist in her. Cole’s cock swelled in her mouth, a subtle pulsing by his veins alerting her he was close to completion.
He bobbed her head harder as if he was losing control, and she fought not to gag, relaxing the muscles of her throat and breathing through her nose. “I’m going to come, and you’re going to take it all, because it belongs to you.” His cock jerked, and he groaned, filling her mouth with his warm release. She swallowed him down, and when he lifted his hand from her head, she released him from her mouth and peered up at him.
