Page 19 of Lord of Punishment

I gripped his arms, digging my fingers into his skin as he slipped one hand behind my back, deftly unclasping my bra. As he’d done with my shirt, he pitched it onto the floor, laughing softly after doing so. When he lowered his head, I wrapped one arm around it, holding him in place, unprepared for the powerful electric vibrations that rushed down my spine when he wrapped his lips around my nipple.

“Oh, God. Yes, I…” There was no chance of thinking clearly, no way I could put a sentence together. I was shaking all over, no longer able to feel my legs as he sucked and nipped my tender bud. Discomfort turned to a flash of pain that had an amazing effect on my body, more desire rushing into my system than I’d ever experienced before. This was pure sin and I’d likely go to hell, but what a way to go.

The man was an expert in passion, brushing his lips to my other nipple, biting down while he pinched the first taut bud with his fingers. I slapped my hand on the tile, fighting to keep from dropping to my knees. He seemed to sense I was losing all control, cupping my bottom with his other hand. I was going nowhere. Not until he allowed it.

In a surprising move, he dropped to his knees and I continued to cradle his head in my arm, peering down at him with hazy eyes as the water cascaded over both of us. I was gasping for air at this point, struggling to find a balance of need and want, desire and common sense. There was no explaining this. I’d never done something so irrational in my life.

He dragged his tongue around my belly button as he unfastened the button on my jeans. I almost laughed as a crazy thought of how he would manage to get my tennis shoes and wet denim off my body. He took his time, his methodical actions driving me crazy as he peeled away the material, blowing hot air down the center.

With one yank then another, he removed my shoes, tossing them against the back of the shower. I laughed nervously, enjoying the moment of running my fingers through his thick strands of hair. The man would be a perfect cover model for one of my books, my naughty mind imagining him as the next great alpha hero. Only as he ripped the material down my legs, exposing my lace-covered pussy, was I brought back to reality.

Now I was thinking how happy I was that I’d shaved. And that I’d worn sexy underwear, one of the few treats I allowed myself in this new, complicated life. The thoughts were crazy, but somehow grounded me. This is just a fantasy. Nothing more.

That’s what I’d need to remind myself. There would be no happily ever after. Just a wonderful foray into the kind of passion that few women ever experienced.

Lifting his gaze, he issued several dark growls before sliding his fingers under the thin elastic of my panties, easing them down as if exposing a treasure. When he sucked in his breath, I closed my eyes, gripping the shower curtain with one hand, pressing my other against the cold tile. This was crazy, so insane I couldn’t watch. But I felt him lifting one leg then the other, removing the unwanted clothing entirely.

A fog had developed in my periphery of vision, much like the haze had developed in my mind. Maybe that was a moment of protection, keeping me somewhat sane as my mystery lover exposed the most vulnerable parts of me. With the material gone, nothing keeping him from all of me, he cupped my bottom with both hands, bringing my pelvis closer to his mouth. The moment he rubbed my pussy lips with his thumbs, several moans erupted from my throat.

“I don’t know if I can…”

“What, princess? Allow me to ravish you? You have no choice.”

No choice. Those were words I’d loathed up until now, said in anger and possession after moments of abuse. This gorgeous man wasn’t my ex. He was dark and passionate, allowing his hunger to erupt while satisfying mine. He was amazing and I was still thrown by how much I wanted him, how much I needed his touch.

The tenderness he showed was exactly what I needed, the patience he had in allowing me to open up just as he was doing with my pussy was incredible. He swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit several times then pulled away, blowing another swath of hot air over my slickened folds. My pussy was already clenching and releasing, throbbing more than I’d ever experienced before.

“My perfect baby.”

Baby. The term of endearment was inappropriate, but I needed to hear it more than he knew. A smile crossed my face as he dragged his tongue all the way down my pussy. As he pushed my legs open as wide as the enclosure would allow, a wave of embarrassment trickled through me, heating my cheeks. Yet I didn’t care. I was putty in his hands, hungering for him to mold me into whatever he wanted and needed.

He seemed to sense my increasing need, finally burying his face into my wetness, licking me fervently as he used his fingers to rub and tease. I fisted his hair, half laughing as I peered down at him, shocked by how incredible the rush of sensations made me feel. As if I was floating on air, the bliss turning into pure rapture. No man had ever taken the time to know what I needed, to provide me with exactly what would set my world on fire.

This man seemed to know me instinctively, as if he’d been my lover his entire life.

“I could feast on you for days,” he said in his husky tone before driving a single finger into my tight channel.

I bucked hard against him, arching my back and pulling his face even closer. He laughed softly, the dark sound filling the space, somehow echoing in the heated room. I was lost in the feeling of utter bliss, tossing my head back and forth as he added a second and third finger, flexing his fingers as if stretching my muscles.

He was preparing me for his massive cock. And I couldn’t wait.

“So tight. So wet.”

“Uh-huh,” I managed.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”

I laughed softly, pressing my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming, possibly waking my sleepy boy. Crazy girl. I was nothing more than a crazy girl.

He buried his face once again, taking his time as he’d done with kissing me to enjoy the moment, every guttural sound he made as if feasting on something spectacular. I allowed myself to remain lost in the moment, half laughing more out of nervousness than anything. No man had ever taken such care or time in licking my pussy.

Even though he was offering extreme pleasure, I could sense the man was someone to be feared. The thought was strange coming at this moment but for a few seconds, my throat closed off, the feeling of suffocation startling my overworked senses. While I wouldn’t call his tattoos sinister, or his attitude for that matter, he exuded wealth and power as if he ate other men for breakfast. The thought almost drove a fit of giggles into my system.

My mind was skittering toward developing another story that had nothing to do with reality. As he continued licking me as if this was his last meal, my thoughts drifted to wondering if he was one of those men who had an obscene amount of money, using his wealth to lord his power over everyone else. Yet if that was the case, where were his bodyguards and why had he been allowed to wash up on shore? There were so many questions, but I honestly wasn’t certain if I wanted to know the answers. Learning the truth would pull him away, shoving me back into reality.

How strange that someone who washed up on my shore could have such a profound effect on me. I continued stroking his hair as he pulled my clit between his teeth, his actions gentle yet imploring. I could only imagine how he’d be when driving his cock deep inside.

The thought kept me electrified, my breath skipping. There was no way to calm my frazzled nerves or to put what was happening into a decent perspective. I was crazy for allowing this to happen but nothing and no one would make me stop.

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