Page 136 of Enthrall
Notes came and went, taking us with them and I closed my eyes, extracting nothing but fulfillment from having Richard master me completely. This searing pleasure rose ever higher.
“Wait for my permission,” he said.
Blinded by these sensations, I tried to obey, really I did, but it was so hard to concentrate and I knew I was dangerously close. Richard perfected his pace, slamming against me, the sound of our sex slapping together.
Drenched in a wet heat, his face was focused and fierce, his pupils dilated as he took on a brutish pace.
“Sir, please let me come.”
“Not yet.”
I cried out, coming hard, digging my fingernails into his back and refusing to let go, refusing for this to be over. He went rigid, thrusting one final time before stilling and collapsing onto me.
We hugged like this for the longest time with neither of us willing to let go.
Eventually, the music faded.
Still inside me, Richard raised himself up. “You disobeyed.” He gave a crooked smile. “Unacceptable.”
“Oh.”
“So many tortures of pleasure await you my darling, Mia.”
I swooned. “When can we do it again?”
His lips twisted in amusement. “I’ve created a monster.”
I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.
Richard arched an eyebrow. “Why, Ms. Lauren, you havethelook.”
“Look?”
He beamed a heart-stopping smile. “Exhilaration.”
I let out the softest sigh of realization and his lips met mine, kissing me firmly, opening my mouth wide as his tongue masterfully tangled with mine...
Claiming his submissive.
THE SOUND OF ROLLING WAVES stirred me awake.
Dawn’s arrival brought with it the freshest morning breeze that kissed my skin awake. I lay curled up on Richard’s lounger, hidden amongst the palm trees, having fallen asleep with him on it last night. Though he wasn’t here now. I sat up, gripped by a wariness he might have changed his mind about us. Of course this wasn’t healthy but with all I knew about Mr. Mercurial it was an easy conclusion to reach.
Still dressed in my jeans and sweater from last night, I needed to take a shower and brush my teeth. Winston sat beside my lounger and I assumed Richard had told him to stay and watch over me. Or maybe Winston was getting lazier if such a thing were possible.
Memories of last night flooded in and I lay back once again, gazing up through the palm leaves and beyond at the dusky sky. The warmth of the early morning sun found me. A soft blush burned my cheeks as I recalled what Richard had done to me within Enthrall’s lowest room. I had to admit the pain hadn’t been that bad, and Richard had mingled his punishment with so much pleasure it was all I could remember now. The evening had been breathtaking.
A tingling in my chest made me catch my breath as residual sensations found their way back to me, leaving me giddy. I let out the longest sigh.
Footsteps on the pathway signaled Richard’s return and I sat up, ready to greet him. He turned the corner carrying two small bowls with silver spoons and a flask tucked under his right arm.
“Good morning.” I smiled up at him.
He beamed at me. “How are you?”
I felt shy again. “Fine.”
“I thought breakfast on the beach might be fun. Bring the blanket.”
