Page 91 of Wicked Fantasies

“You might want to be careful what you ask for, Carlyle.” Despite his words, his tone proved he was playing with her, tormenting her for his own enjoyment. The worst part of this game, she decided, was how much she loved it. Her body was on fire, her skin sensitive to the touch. He’d managed to trigger every sexual need in her in one fell swoop. It was frightening, incredible.

His finger began to retreat from her ass, and she clenched her muscles against his desertion before she could think better of it. Reed laughed lightly, and she was torn between wanting to punch him in the face or knocking him to the floor and fucking the hell out of him. He continued pulling out until just the merest tip of his finger remained, then he pushed back in—hard.

She grunted at the impact, not expecting the roughness of his touch. Over and over, he pounded into her ass, and once again, she felt her climax approaching the breaking point.

“No,” she cried, when he removed his finger for good.

“Only good slaves get to come.”

“Slave?”

“You’ll call me master before this interlude is over.”

She shook her head. “Hell will freeze over first.”

“Get ready for the chill,” he warned her. While one hand remained on her back, holding her in place, she turned her head to see him rummaging through the top drawer of his desk. She snorted when she watched him pull out a tube of lubrication and a butt plug.

“Odd things for an ad exec to keep in his desk.”

He rubbed her back lightly. “I bought these the day after we made our bet.”

“Cocky bastard.”

He leaned over and placed a kiss near her ear. The sweet gesture jarred her more than anything else he’d done since claiming his prize. “I prefer to think of it as confidence.”

She laughed lightly. “Wait until you see what I’ve got hidden in my desk drawer for my victory dance.”

He rubbed his nose against her cheek, and she tried to assimilate his mixed signals. The damn man constantly ran hot and cold with her. Sometimes she felt he was her fiercest enemy, and then there were moments like this when she got a sense that he cared for her, even adored her. He was a conundrum she couldn’t solve and that fact drove her out of her mind.

“I’m almost curious enough to let you win the next round just to see.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Oh no, you don’t. The rules of this bet stand. I’m not going to listen to a bunch of bullshit aboutI let you winwhen I kick your ass on the next campaign.”

“I said almost.” He stood once more. “Having you at my mercy has just whetted my whistle for more.”

“Don’t get used to this.”

He slapped her ass once more and she jerked at the unexpected blow. He followed the smack up with two fingers plunging into her vagina. As quickly as that, her body responded. After a few thrusts, he stopped short once more. She pressed her forehead against the desk in frustration, fighting against the impulse to call him out for teasing her. She knew he was enjoying this game, and she wasn’t about to let him know how much she needed relief.

Something cold jarred her from her thoughts and she shivered as he rubbed the lube into her ass, working the slippery gel in with first one, then two fingers. She closed her eyes and fought against the impulse to groan when he began to push the butt plug into place. She’d toyed around with anal play before. She even owned her own plug, but Reed’s was larger than she was accustomed to, and she had to take several deep breaths as he worked it in.

“Okay?” he asked when it was fully seated.

She nodded.

“Answer me, Frankie. Out loud. Are you okay? Is the plug painful?”

“No,” she said. “It feels fine.”

She sensed her answer pleased him when he bent over her once more, his lips kissing the back of her head. “I want to kiss you.”

“No,” she said. “That’s nonnegotiable. I told you that.” As long as they continued to treat these fantasies as a game, Frankie could control her emotions, keep their relationship in a manageable compartment. The second he kissed her, all bets were off. She wasn’t ready for that. They were as compatible as oil and water, and she wasn’t about to sign on for certain heartbreak at Reed Donovan’s hands.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

She trembled at his words. She wanted him, wanted him so badly she worried about what she would do to have him.

“Call me master.” His breath was hot against her ear as he spoke.

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