Enthralled (The Enslaved Duet 1)

“I know you were disappointed that we couldn’t preform tonight, bella,” he practically purred as he moved behind me and ran his nose down my neck. “You would have been the envy of all the men in that room tonight.”

I moaned softly as his tongue followed the path of his nose, licking up my carotid artery and then biting gently over my pulse.

“But this will have to do for tonight. I’m going to fuck you right here against the window so that anyone lucky enough to pass by will be able to see how gorgeous you look with a cock in your ass.”

His fingers trailed feather-light down each notch in my spine over the curve of my tailbone, then deep between my legs where he gently tapped at the diamond imbedded plug in my ass.

“Does that feel good?” he asked me, nuzzling into my hair and tap, tapping at the plug.

I could feel every inch of my skin, every electron, proton and neutron in every atom of my DNA and they were all abuzz with electric pleasure.

“More, please, Master,” I asked, trying to keep from whining.

“My greedy girl.”

“Yes, Master.”

He twisted the plug inside me like turning a valve, and it released some of the pressure inside me and replaced it with a yearning emptiness. I groaned, rolling my forehead against my hands and fogging the glass beneath them with my steamy pants.

His fingers delved into my ass, twisting one, then two, and then three until I was so full I couldn’t move.

“Move against my fingers,” he demanded, his other hand curling around my hip cruelly so that the edge of pain brought my mind to the moment, to the feel of him in my ass and the glass against my breasts. “Fuck yourself against me.”

God, I groaned at my shamelessness as I rolled my hips back, tipped my pelvis so that his fingers dragged across every inch of sensitive flesh inside me. It felt so foreign, a pleasure that was heavy, striking chords inside me that resonated like a bass instead of tenor.

It wasn’t enough. I kicked back my hips faster and faster, but the angle wasn’t right, and I couldn’t move fast enough. A noise of keening frustration rent the air, and I realized it was me making that sound.

“Hush, beauty,” Alexander soothed me as he popped open a bottle of lube behind me and then used his slicked fingers to prep me. “I’ll take care of that ache for you.”

My breath stuttered when the wide crest of him caught at my hole and then slowly, irrevocably pushed inside. Something in my brain popped open like a champagne cork and everything turned fizzy, my blood popping with sensation as I was flooded with endorphins.

I tried to impale myself back on his cock, but he held me steady, slowly working his way inside until my hips were cupped in the bowl of his lap and I was seated to the root on his length. His hand moved over me, plucking my nipples until they sung bright arias, strumming my clit until thrummed like metronome, keeping time the escalading tempo of pleasure rising to a crescendo in my gut.

Then he started to move, and my entire body started to play its own harmony, manipulated by the shape and pull of Alexander’s body into mine.

“You’re going to come all over me, aren’t you?” he taunted me as his rhythm changed, and he began to pound into me, ceaselessly of my pain or pleasure, chasing his own climax because he was my Master and I was just a slave.

I groaned endlessly in response, so lost it was a wonder his voice could penetrate my lust drunk thoughts.

“You love my cock in your ass, in your pussy, in your mouth, and between your tits and thighs. You love it anywhere you can get it,” he continued against my neck as he nipped at the flesh there.

“I’m, I, I’m going to…” I trailed off, losing my ability to speak in any language as my impending climax tightened every muscle in my body to the point of pain.

“Yes, Cosima, come for me,” he said, and it was the sound of my name in his mouth, spoken in that sexy British voice that catapulted me over the edge of the most extreme orgasm I’d ever had.

Every circuit in my body lit up so that all I saw was light and all I felt was bright pleasure coursing through me from the point where his cock sank deep into my body. And then it became too much, and everything short circuited.

Seconds later, I passed out against the glass.

When I woke up, I was in bed with Alexander between my legs, cleaning me with a warm, damp cloth in the dark.

I tried to speak, but my speech was slurred nonsense.