Page 101 of A Debt of Darkness

“Fuck me, lea,” he says, rasping. “You’re full of surprises today. Are you sure, Ivy? You only have this once, and I want it to be perfect.”

I nod. “I’m sure. I want this. It’s perfect. With you. Because it’s you.”

He smiles and stares at me, transfixed as I kneel beneath him. It’s a look of pure devotion. There’s no room for doubt and no reservation in his gaze. His soul found mine and it whispered to my heart, and now we’re inextricably linked as we find ourselves in each other and delight in the symmetry between us.

This is all I want. For all its darkness, all its complexity. For its difficulties and its ease. This is who and what we are. It’s what we’re meant to be.

“Open,” he says, grabbing some food from the plate.

My lips part, Henry places some salami on my tongue, and I wait, watching the excitement rippling through him.

“Swallow.”

I close my mouth, chew and swallow. A groan rolls off Henry’s chest and I open again, asking for more. He stares, mesmerized, and places more of the cold meat in my mouth. I shut my mouth around his fingers and suck as he withdraws them, earning another low moan from his lips.

“Behave, lea.” He grins.

We’ve performed this ritual so many times I know exactly where the line is. I’m teasing him as much as he’s playing with me, and both of us are aroused. My body’s on fire and my clit’s already desperate for him to play with me and as he continues to feed me, the throbbing becomes unbearable.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hisses, noticing themovement of my hand. “That’s mine. All fucking mine, lea. Wait until your Master gives you permission.”

Fucking. Hell.

I’m fucking needy and I’m soaked.

I’m desperate for anything he’ll give me. Whatever he’ll give me. Right now, I’d do almost anything he asked to relieve the goddamn agony of pleasure stirring between my legs.

He makes me wait, enjoying every goddamn squirm and the pain of my predicament. Henry’s stoking my arousal and I’m responding to his command and I’m so damn turned on it’s impossible to focus. The only thoughts running through my head are my need to end this excruciating wait and what it’ll feel like when he finally ends my misery.

Dessert is messy and he’s enjoying smearing it around my mouth. I lick and suck, cleaning his fingers as he holds them out for me. Patiently. Too damn patiently. I need this to end and my clit’s screaming this is an agony it can’t endure for much longer.

“Please,” I rasp, unable to stand it any longer.

“Not yet,” Henry says, offering me more food. “Finish your dinner, lea. Then we can play.”

I whine and he smirks. He places another piece of sticky cake into my mouth and I moan around his fingers. Henry shudders and I risk a glance at his groin, certain he’s struggling with the excitement as much as I am. I flick my tongue over his fingers as I suck and he tips his head back, groaning in pleasure.

He holds his fingers out and I tease him, licking slowly, attentively and making damn sure he knows everything I’m imagining when our eyes connect.

“I’m finished, Master.”

I sit back on my heels and wait.

His eyes light with desire and I’m barely containing myself. I want to leap onto his lap and demand he meet my needs, but I’m suddenly nervous and slightly hesitant. This will be familiar and then it won’t be. There’ll be everything we’ve done before and then nothing will be the same.

I’m ready, but I’m nervous. We’re ready, but I don’t want to disappoint.

Henry leans forward and strokes my face. It’s gentle, soft. He’s caught my anxiety and the touch of his fingers on my skin is all the reassurance I need.

“Strip, lea. I want to see you.”

I obey, slowly taking off everything except my lingerie. I’m awkward and shaky, while Henry is on the verge of madness and getting closer with every item of clothing I remove.

“Fuck it,” he growls. “I’m too fucking hungry to wait.”

He swoops me into his arms and carries me to his bed. I’m squealing and laughing, begging him to stop and pleading for more. He drops me onto it and pulls me to the edge, pushing my legs apart and resting my feet on the mattress.

I’m completely exposed. Completely vulnerable. His fingers trail down my stomach and electric sparks flash through me, making me even more alive with arousal.

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