I lifted my head to look down at him, meeting his dark gaze. His eyes searched mine, desperately looking for something. Leaning back on one hand, I slid the other hand into his hair and dragged my fingers over his scalp.
He closed his eyes, tilting his head toward my hand to follow my fingers, then his hands slid up my thighs, tightening at the top, and I froze. His thumbs were so close to where I wanted him. He opened his eyes and locked me in his dark gaze.
“What did you decide? Are you in?”
Was he serious? Was it not obvious? I’d been in since the day I first laid eyes on him.
But even just now, after he’d been so rude to me, I’d called him Master…
I was spread eagle on his desk, for fuck’s sake.
A laugh slipped past my lips, but I quickly covered my mouth, nodding. “I’m so fucking in.”
He rose to his feet so quickly I gasped.
His left hand flew up to grip the base of my neck.
And then the fingers of his other hand settled at my entrance but didn’t move.
My body trembled with desire.
His grip on my neck tightened. “I’m so fucking in, what?”
I licked my lips, holding his gaze. “Master.” I swallowed hard at the way his dark eyes flashed with hunger at that one word. “I’m so fucking in, Master.”
His fingers plunged inside me and I gasped, but he quickly captured the sound by closing his mouth over mine, and then he kissed me hard, his tongue lashing mine as his fingers pumped and curled inside of me. His thumb flicked back and forth over my clit, pulling me to the edge with a quickness and precision that had me moaning and panting, barely able to breathe.
Or think.
Or do anything but give him access to take what he wanted.
And he was relentless, tongue fucking my mouth as his fingers pumped in and out of me, and within moments my thighs shook, clenching and unclenching as my body bowed forward, then arched.
He broke the kiss, bringing his lips to my ear. “That’s it, baby, give it to me,” he murmured against the sensitive flesh of my ear. “It’s mine, Rylan… you're mine.”
I cried out as the first wave came over me, but his hand slid over my mouth.
Our eyes locked as endless waves of ecstasy rocked through me.
He was right. I was his.