Her Dom (Beauty and the Captor 3)

“Deal.”

That was it. In exchange for betraying everything I’d known for the past ten years, Scar would be safe. It was an easy trade. Maybe too easy. I should have felt some remorse for offering up the lives of men I’d known for a long time, but I didn’t. They deserved to die just as much as I did.

Now all I had to do was make Scar understand this was the only way. I felt like shit for lying to her, making her think I was confident I’d be joining her when it was over, but it wasn’t a complete lie, I reasoned. It was entirely possible I’d survive this. It just couldn’t be a priority.

There was no chance she’d be able to follow me tomorrow without a car of her own, but I wouldn’t put it past her to try. I’d have to make sure she was restrained before I left the house—not an entirely unpleasant prospect. OK…not an unpleasant prospect at all. And after how well her most recent session in restraints had gone, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I smiled evilly. At least this part was going to be fun. Well, it was going to be exquisite torture for her. But fun for me.

The rest of the day passed too quickly. As much as I was anxious to meet with Michael, and looking forward to what I had in mind for Scar, I was still painfully cognizant of how little time we had left. I’d tried to savor every second, waking her from her nap with my lips on her thighs. I breathed in her scent, and when her eyes were wide open, I delved in and committed the intoxicating taste of her to memory. In my head, I recorded the sight of her writhing beneath me and the sounds she made as my tongue drove her higher. And I decided that the last memory I would play before I died would be of her coming for me—her slim hands in my hair, her cries filling the air and her eyes alight with fire and love.

Over and over again, we brought each other to climax, giving and taking as if we both knew these were the last memories we would ever get to make. When morning came and I awoke to her lips sliding over my cock, I was anxious and hesitant at the same time—not about the blow job. That, I was fine with. And I was immensely looking forward to what I would do to her in a few short hours. But after that…

I refused to think about it. Not yet. Instead, I focused on Scar’s talented, little tongue as it circled the sensitive ridge of my cock. My hips jerked, and it was all I could do to resist the urge to force her mouth down lower. Then again, why the fuck was I resisting?

I wrapped my hand in her hair and pushed her down slowly. Her lips opened wide and I could feel her tongue continuing to move against me as I lowered her further. Inch after inch until I felt her throat constrict around the tip. Fuck, her mouth felt good.

On the second plunge, she wrapped her hand around the base as much as she could and pumped it in rhythm with her mouth. So good.

I watched her work my cock to the back of her throat over and over again. I couldn’t think of a hotter sight to start the day. But as tempting as it was to let her continue and watch her throat work as she swallowed every drop I gave her, I wanted to fuck her even more. Instead of pulling her up on top of me though, I wanted to see her cross the distance.

“Come here, Pet.”

She released my cock reluctantly and crawled up my body, her hips swaying and her nipples grazing across my flesh as she kept her body low. It seemed my temptress had learned a lot. But she didn’t get the chance to keep up her teasing because the second she’d crawled far enough, I grabbed hold of her hips and thrust up into her tight, wet heat. So fucking good.

She seemed a little pale, but when one of her hands splayed across my chest and the other moved to her clit, I chalked it up to the lighting and focused my attention on her wicked fingers, moving in provocative circles over her clit.

“Give me your breasts,” I demanded after a moment.

Between the two of us, we had her pussy covered. Her nipples though, looked like they were in need of attention. When she arched her chest forward, I suckled one into my mouth, sucking hard and then grazing the taut peak with my teeth. She cried out and I could feel her finger moving faster on her clit. I switched to her other nipple and her cries grew louder.