Body Shots (Masters of Pleasure 2)
Without even an ounce of remorse, he crossed his arms over his impressive chest and stared at her. “I’m a domineering control freak, remember? Turn around.”
This time she didn’t dither. Crystal turned until she was no longer facing the mirror. Now she was looking directly into the bluest eyes of the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.
“That’s better. I like when you do as you’re told. Now, off with the blouse and bra. I want to see the soft pink of your succulent nipples.”
Again, Crystal was surprising herself by doing Trent’s bidding. She stripped out of the clothing and stood in front of him with only her slacks on.
She saw Trent’s right hand move, and then the left, until he was cupping and massaging both of her breasts. He flicked his thumbs over the hardened buds, and then pulled them upward for a long, lazy lick.
His tongue swept back and forth over one tight nipple, while his fingers played with the other. As he pulled back, she watched through half-opened eyes as his tongue moved downward to her belly button. He growled something unintelligible, then his tongue darted out and licked. Crystal pushed against him, on fire already.
Oh God, she was suddenly aching with need. Her entire body yearned. “That feels so good, Trent.”
“I will give you more, much more, but first I want you on your knees.”
Her body quivered, then quivered even more at the idea of purposely disobeying him. Would he smack her bottom again? Only one way to find out.
“I think I’d rather stand, thanks anyway,” she replied, intentionally sounding haughty to wind him up.
“You’re too willful, Crystal Shaw. You need to learn obedience,” he whispered, the words a sensual promise to her overactive sex drive.
Trent moved away from her then and looked around the room. His gaze stopped on something, she couldn’t tell what, as the room was in total chaos. But when he walked toward her bed and picked up a long black silk scarf, her pussy dampened with the idea of being blindfolded again. She hadn’t realized she could enjoy such a thing, but she had. A lot.
When he came back to her, she was taken by surprise as Trent moved behind her and clasped one wrist in his calloused hand. He wrapped the black silk around it, then grabbed the other and did the same. Her hands were securely tied behind her back, and Crystal was now completely at his mercy.
“Mm, I like you this way. You’re mine now, to do with as I please. If you’re a very good girl, I will let you come. If you’re naughty, I won’t. Would you like me to tongue-fuck your sweet cunt, Crystal? Would that please you?”
His guttural voice was the single most stimulating thing she had ever heard. There was, of course, only one answer to give.
“Yes.”
“Ah, so compliant all of a sudden.”
She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Her blood was liquid fire coursing through her veins.
“I like it when you do as I say. I will reward you for it in a while, but for now, get down on your knees. I have a need to see you that way.”
This time Crystal started to lower herself, but Trent had to help her, and she felt awkward with her hands tied. She couldn’t look at him; she was too embarrassed and excited and so many other things all at once.
He cupped her chin in his hand and lifted her face upward. Her eyes connected with his, and she saw the wild frenzy of sexual hunger there. He was as turned on by what they were doing as she was. It was enough to have her loosening up, if just a little.
“Do you know what you look like in this position, Crystal?”
She shook her head, still staring into his eyes.
“You look like my sex slave. A concubine.”
“No.” Her independent streak reared its feminist head at the notion.
“Yes. And you’re mine to use,” Trent growled.
“To use?”
He touched her breast, then flicked her nipple as if the action was boring him. “Will you let me?” he asked, his eyes staring at her naked torso.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Stop thinking so hard. Let me take you somewhere you’ve never been. I want to be the first man to draw pleasure from the very depths of your soul. Let me.”