Which was true.
He lowered himself to his knees then cradled my legs in his arms. He pressed his face close to my entrance then slightly blew across my clit.
I tensed when I felt his warm breath. No man had ever been in this position, had his face pressed between my legs. I lay back and turned to the ceiling right when I felt his tongue. My hips bucked immediately at the sensual touch, and I released a noise that was both a yelp and a moan.
Then he kissed me.
Kissed me all over. His tongue circled the nub between my legs gently, his heated breath stimulating me at the same time. Then he moved to my entrance and slipped his tongue inside, tasting me in a way no one else ever had.
I lay there and let him do what he wanted, knowing he owned me completely. I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to.
And I wasn’t sure if I wanted this to end.
He hooked his arms under my thighs, and he pressed his face into me. He kissed me harder, deeper. This tongue turned more aggressive. His fingertips kneaded my thighs. “This pussy…worth every penny.”
I felt the heat creep up my body, starting in my gut and slowly migrating down. I’d made myself come before, so I knew what was coming. I just couldn’t believe it was happening now. I hadn’t even kissed Conway, and I felt my body betraying me. There were so many things wrong with this situation. I’d been bought and sold like livestock.
But I was still going to come.
The only stand I could make was to control my body, to make sure I didn’t enjoy this. It was one thing to be his muse because I had to be. But it was another if I enjoyed it. So I fought it hard, doing my best to keep my mind elsewhere while he continued to make love to my pussy with his mouth.
I breathed through the pleasure and focused on the ceiling above me, making sure my hips didn’t buck instinctively. If I just remained focused until he was finished, I could keep some of my dignity.
He pulled his mouth away.
The instant he took away the pleasure, I suddenly felt cold. I’d been fighting the good sensation between my legs, but now that it was missing, I had nothing left to fight for. My hands gripped the sheets as I waited for what would happen next.
“Stop.” His command sliced through the room like a sword.
“Stop what…?”
He moved over my body and held himself on top of me. With a tight physique that had been chiseled from stone, he was a living statue. His lips were smeared with my body, the coating shiny like lip gloss. “Stop fighting it. You aren’t proving anything.”
Perhaps I wasn’t as secretive as I thought.
He slid back between my legs and moved his mouth to my aching clitoris. His lips were aggressive like they were before, sucking and nibbling slightly.
My hips rocked on their own, and I sank into the mattress as he controlled my body’s reaction. I wanted to have some control over my life, but when this man kissed me like this, I realized I had no control at all.
I writhed on the bed, my back arching and my hips grinding.
The heat built in my veins, and the breath was stolen from my lungs. My pants turned to moans, and then my moans grew into something else. I gripped the sheets underneath me and felt the explosion between my legs. A climax unlike any other passed through me, breaking my chains of disobedience and making me whimper in pleasure. I tugged on the sheets harder and felt myself be swept away in the most pleasurable way.
He kept kissing me until the moment was completely over, stimulating my sensitive clit with his tongue. He gave me a final kiss before he pulled away. “Damn good pussy…” He rose to his feet and undid his jeans.
I stared at the ceiling as I caught my breath, feeling the wetness between my legs—and not just from his saliva. I ran my fingers through my hair, so satisfied that I couldn’t comprehend this wonderful feeling. The corset was still tight around my body, restricting my stomach and pressing my tits toward my chin.
He snapped his fingers. “Knees. Now.”
I didn’t appreciate the snap of his fingers, but I kept my attitude in check. Now that he had made me feel good, obeying didn’t seem so difficult. He kissed me in a place I’d never been kissed before—and it was heaven.
I judged myself for enjoying it.
I moved to my knees on the floor, folding my feet underneath me like last time. My hands rested on my thighs, and I watched him drop his jeans and kick them to the side. When he was just in black boxers, his thighs looked toned in the cotton fabric. He was masculine everywhere, from the trail of hair down his stomach to the thickness of his legs. He was all muscle and skin—no fat. When I was in his office, I hardly ever saw him eat. Now it made sense.