Page 36 of Forbidden Mistress

I glance up at him from under my lashes. “Am I your submissive?”

He drops his hands and steps back, now completely serious. “You aren’t just my sub,” he says. “But you must understand, I need a certain level of control in any of my relationships. That is non-negotiable for me.”

I nod, absorbing his words. “And what choices will I have in the…things we do?”

His lip curls up into a half smile, and fuck, I just melt inside. “You always have a choice, Little Fawn. But you may not like the consequences for those choices.”

Well, as long as there’s a choice, I’m not sure how bad it could be. Granted, I’m pretty new to this world. I inhale deeply and push the breath out slowly. Three months. That’s a blip in time. If the relationship doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, right? No pressure.

“So, um, I’m guessing I’ll need to quit the job officially.”

He must hear the worry in my voice, because he pulls me into another embrace. “I’ll take care of everything,” he says. “Leave it to me.”

I don’t know if he’s talking about all the termination paperwork or…what, but I just decide to let it go for now. Now isn’t the time. It’s already been a day. I just want to relish the feel of his arms around me.

I sink against his solid chest, and his strong arms envelop me. It’s so strange how safe I feel with Hart already. I’ve only just met him, and yet, he feels as familiar as my own heartbeat. It’s an incredible feeling—one that I never thought I’d feel for someone else.

After a few seconds, he pulls away. He eyes me from head to toe and then folds his arms across his broad chest. “On the bed.”

I step out of my heels, then hesitate, unsure. As if impatient, he steps up and pulls my black dress off me in a swift, deliberate motion. He sucks in a breath, then he takes me in, standing before him in the dim light with only my black lacy bra and panties. Then, without a word, he reaches around and unhooks my bra, pulling it off me and dropping it to the ground. My panties soon join the pile.

“On the bed,” he repeats. “You will not like the consequences if you make me repeat myself a third time.”

With slow, tentative steps, I crawl up onto the bed. His eyes never leave me, but he manages to pull his shirt off over his head—and over his antlered mask. He must have lots of practice with that here. Then he unbuckles his belt and unthreads it from his pants. He holds it out in front of him, one end in each hand. “Roll onto your stomach, Fawn.”

Licking my bottom lip, I do as he asks, flipping onto my stomach on the mattress. The silky fabric of the comforter is cool on my skin, but I still feel feverishly hot. A breath later, he grips my hips and pulls me up into a downward-dog position, my ass in the air. With a sharp crack, he snaps the belt behind me. A shiver rolls down my spine. I’ve never been whipped before, and I wonder how badly it will hurt.

His large hand brushes over my ass. “I can’t wait to come in this pretty little pussy. But not yet…”

I swallow and nod, my head turned to the side.

He pulls his hand back and swings the belt, which lands squarely on my my ass. I jolt a little, but the pain is minimal. It’s more of a surprise than anything.

“Do you want my cock?”

“I…” The words are caught in my throat in the wake of the pain. When I speak again, my voice is breathless, desperate. “Yes.”

He leans over me and whispers harshly in my ear. “Let me tell you how much I want to use you tonight. I’ll take my pleasure from you and ride you hard. And every time you come, you’ll scream out for me.”

Every time you come. Tingles ripple throughout my entire body at the thought. I want him to make me come. Over and over again. I want to feel the weight of his hard body on top of me. I want the feel of his cock impaling me, stretching me so wide it hurts. I want to take every inch of him.

I tremble with need and arch my back, encouraging him to enter me. Instead, he bends and touches his lips to my pussy before using a finger to trace along the seam of my sex and open me to his attention. His tongue slowly inside my channel licking with a slow, torturous rhythm. When he pulls away, I let out a little whimper, but he doesn’t leave me neglected for long. A second later, his tongue plunges between my wet folds. I gasp at the sensation of his mouth on me. The intensely focused pressure is almost more than I can handle—and then the tip of his tongue pushes inside me, and I nearly go into orbit.

On instinct, I lurch forward, but his hands are on my hips, holding me in place. His blunt fingernails dig into my thighs as he buries his face in my pussy. The feeling is unbelievably intense, too intense, as he licks the length of my slit, around my clit, before pushing his tongue inside again. I writhe beneath his expert tongue, pushing myself harder against him. A torrent of sensations ripple through me, and I’m engulfed in pure, undiluted need. It’s dragging me beneath dark waves, drowning me in sensation.

Panting, I struggle for breath as he continues drinking from me. My climax begins building, hovering like a specter lurking in the shadows, poised and ready to snatch the breath from my lungs. I don’t want to come yet, not alone. I want him with me, bathing my channel with his come.

Desire is running rampant inside me, and I’m filled with the need for more. So much more than just his tongue. I need every last inch of this man’s cock inside me. I whimper but don’t voice what I want. He’s taken control, as is his preference. And he won’t give that up easily.

As though he’d been reading my thoughts, he lifts his head, then takes hold of my hips and flips me onto my back so that I’m looking up at him. Reaching behind my head, he unties the ribbon holding my mask on and pulls it free, allowing my mask to fall from my face. I lick my bottom lip and reach up to do the same to his mask, but he catches my wrist, stopping me.

“Ah-ah,” he teases in that deep, deep baritone. “That’s against the rules.”

I’m ashamed to admit it, but I pout a little. “That’s not fair. You can see my face.”

He dips his head to swirl his tongue around my nipple. Electricity and fire swirl around the exact point where his mouth connects to my flesh and I gulp.

“This isn’t about what’s fair,” he says darkly, moving to my other breast. He sucks that nipple, then bites down, and I gasp as pain rips through me. His mouth is setting fire to my blood, like a match to kerosene. “This is about me fucking you so hard you won’t want any other man touching you.”

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