Magnate (Acquisition 2)

He groaned. “Open.”

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he shoved into me, his head hitting my tongue and then moving to the back of my throat. I gagged, but he only pulled back and pushed in again. I closed my eyes and fastened my lips tightly around him, sucking and playing my tongue along the top of his shaft.

He leaned over and squeezed my breasts to the point of pain as he fucked my mouth in hard strokes.

“Spread your legs. I want to see what’s mine.” His voice was an animal growl.

I obeyed, parting my legs as I squeezed his thighs. He continued shoving in and out of my mouth.

“Wider!”

I pushed my heels as far apart as they could go, cool air against my hot, wet pussy.

“Fuck.” He pushed in farther and my eyes watered, but I didn’t stop sucking him, his cock filling my mouth and making my jaw ache. I wanted every last bit of him, though I couldn’t possibly have taken him all in my mouth.

He pinched my nipples, making me squirm and moan around him. He backed away, and I gasped for breath. His cock stood at attention, out of reach and tantalizing.

“That’s going to make me come, and we aren’t anywhere near done yet.”

He stripped his shirt over his head and pushed his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off. “Get on your stomach. Head on my pillow.”

I rolled over and did as he said, burying my face in his clean, masculine scent as he prowled up to the bed. The jingle of his belt got my attention and I turned to stare at him. His eyes were wild, every muscle on his body tense.

“On your hands and knees.”

I slid my legs under me and pushed up as he ran a hand down the line of my spine from my neck to my ass. I shivered under his touch.

“Spread your legs more.” I shifted my knees apart and he teased a finger down my pussy and to my clit.

I moaned and pushed back into his hand. He withdrew his fingers. “Not yet.”

He gripped the belt in his right hand and for a moment I was back at the first trial, chained to a tree. I hung my head, taking in a gulp of air, and tried to stay in the moment.

“Stella.” He gripped the back of my neck. “Look at me.”

I turned my head and caught his gaze. His body was drawn tight, tension infusing every muscle, but his eyes were steady, reassuring. “I’ve got you. I’m right here. Just you and me. I’ve got you.”

I was doing this because I wanted to. Not because I was chained against my will. I nodded, and he placed his hand on my cheek, gentle for a moment before he reached behind my head and gripped my hair tight.

“When you scream, make sure it’s my name.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sin.” Hearing the words spill from my mouth made my pussy tighten even more, my arousal reaching new heights each time I gave in to his demands.

“Good.” He let go and stood with his knees against the bed, his cock pointing at me straight and stiff.

He reared back, and a sting erupted along my ass, a sharp crack echoing around the room. I grunted and fisted the blanket.

“My name, Stella.” He hit me again, harder this time.

“Sin!” I cried in unison with the sound of the leather on my skin.

He fisted his cock and hit me again, this time the leather grazing against my pussy lips and making me shudder. The impact went straight to my clit. I gave him his name again and again and again. My ass stung, but I leaned back into every strike, begging for more. I wanted the pain. It was mine. I owned it. I’d chosen it.

One more stroke and I buried my face in his pillow, screaming his name and breathing hard. The belt jingled to the floor and the bed shifted. His hands were on my ass, spreading me apart and pushing me forward, and then his tongue was on the hot flesh between my legs. I jerked as he licked from my clit to my entrance.

He groaned and stabbed his tongue inside me, fucking me in and out with it. I rocked my hips back to him, and he moved to my clit, sucking it between his teeth as I pushed back into his face. He sucked until my moans grew louder, my pussy tensing. I was at the edge, so close, his tongue swirling and flicking me into a frenzy.

When he stopped, I yelled my frustration into the pillow and tried to flip over. He gripped my hips hard and kept me right where I was.

“Don’t you fucking move.” His voice was gravelly, filled with unrestrained lust. “Not until you have my permission, Stella.”