Derision (The Broken Bonds 7)

“And have I fed your curiosity?” I dip my hand between her thighs, loving how her eyes flutter closed, the catch of her breath. “I don’t believe that a curious nature such as yours will be sated with a simple fuck, Alexis. You’ve only glimpsed the rabbit hole, and you have to know how deep it goes.”

Her eyes open, her lust-filled gaze desperately seeking mine. “I did want you,” she says, her breathy admission slipping over my skin, hot and tantalizing. “I wanted you before I even understood how it was you made me feel these things…”

Her wetness touches me, my fingers eagerly caressing her slick lips and spreading her hot juices around her pussy. “You’re scared, I know. You’re terrified of loving what I do to you, and what that means.”

“I’m horrified,” she confirms. I push inside her then, driving deep as she pulses against me, her hips already rocking against the table and her eyes staring into mine.

“I assure you, as dirty as I made you feel last night, as humiliated as it is working beneath Julia, my attempts will rival them all. Let me break you, tear down your ill-conceived notions, so that you can truly experience the pleasures of freedom.”

Slow, measured thrusts bring her close, coaxing her body and building toward an orgasm. I’m almost tempted to give in; she’s so sexy and inviting, her breathy pants, her thighs pressing against my arms, her walls clenching and begging for release. I’ve never been so tempted to give a woman exactly what she’s craving as I am right now.

But I rein in my yearning and stop. When her wide eyes ensnare me, her questions burning embers amid her irises, I move to diminish all doubt. “Where Julia failed, I would love to further your training.”

Her chest rises with her deep intake of breath. She’s on the cusp, and I can’t think of what it means if she denies me. How far will I go to have her?

“I want to negotiate some terms,” she says.

Mine. She’s mine. The knowledge of this barrels through me fast and hard, speeding my pulse. The corner of my mouth hikes as I lower myself to my knees before her.

“As one of ours, I would be disappointed if you didn’t.” I grasp her ass and slide her to the edge of the table. Her gasp fuels me on as I take her into my mouth, officially claiming her.

7

What’s Love Got to Do With It

Alexis

Could I really belong to him—be owned by him? What does it make me that I almost don’t care to consider the consequences?

Weak? Reckless? Damaged?

Have I fallen so far outside the lines of right and wrong that this new blurred realm is where all indecisive women find themselves? This will be my new normal. Dominated and debased by a powerful man, and yet…where I should feel frightened at the risk of losing control over my life, I’m relieved. As if a burden has been lifted from my shoulders and all I have to do is not question it.

And as his tongue flicks over me, his mouth masterful and possessive as he devours my inhibitions with every lick and suck, I release the frayed ends of my will. Freeing any and all reservations and letting them dissolve under the swell of my desire for him.

Chase. His name flits through my mind like a wicked daydream—one that I’ve kept locked away, too ashamed to admit even to myself. I’m not the sexiest. I’m not the smartest or most vivacious. His lust for me is a simple commodity; I am willing to be his possession.

This realization brings me some comfort, or else I would drive myself crazy trying to understand why me. What he could possibly desire. No man has ever afforded me this kind of clarity. And for that alone, to know exactly what is expected and demanded, his needs, and why I was chosen… I’m able to at least trust in that.

His tongue delivers a vigorous lashing to my clit, making my muscles tense, and I release an unguarded moan. The feel of his scruff along my thighs sends a hand into my hair, my other to my breast. My body spasms and opens all at once as electric tingles of heat flutter over my skin.

“Demand your terms,” he says against me, driving the ache in my core deeper, the vibration of his guttural voice teasing every nerve ending.

I can barely breathe, never mind get out words strung together in any coherency. He acknowledges my state by slowing, and the ache intensifies into a sharp, demanding pain.

“Tell me your terms while fucking my mouth, or else I’ll prolong this until you’re screaming for release.”

There is no doubt that he will do just that. And revel in my pain.

“I get to call you

Chase,” I say, my face flush. Whether from his deliberate tonguing of my clit to make me squirm, or the cringing I feel from such a weak request, I’m not sure.

He nips at my sensitive skin and I flinch, but the hint of his smile spreading across his lips assuages some of my shame. “When in private, you may call me whatever you like. In public, it’s sir. At The Firm, you will refer to me as Master.”

The mention of the law firm as its own entity again has me questioning all of this. However, he said there’s a clause, an out. Whatever danger I find myself in can be escaped. “Yes,” I say, accepting the compromise. “I can do that.”

He rewards me with a slow and sensual caress of his mouth, and the rest of my demands are nearly forgotten. Only one is able to penetrate the haze of lust swallowing me. “I need to be able to contact and go to my brother at any given time.”