Page 133 of Serving the Mogul

He tugged on my nipple and I whimpered, desperate for more.

“What’s wrong, pet?”

“I…” A growing need twisted through me and I shook my head, arching into his hand.

“Tina.”

Without thinking, I reached up and cupped the hand he had at my breast, tightening my grip.

“More,” I whispered.

He paused, skimming his fingers lower, soothing the soft, sensitive underside of my breast as he nuzzled my neck.

“How much more, Tina?”

I couldn’t find words. So I showed him, tugging on my nipple with my fingers, twisting, and pinching with more pressure than I’d ever used, until the line between pleasure and pain was so blurred, I yearned for both.

“Would you like me to hurt you, baby?”

There was no judgment in the words.

In fact, there was gentleness…understanding.

“Please…” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I ducked, turning my face against his chest and behind the curtain of my hair.

“Don’t hide from me.” He tangled his fingers in my hair, forcing me to meet his eyes, my neck twisted so our gazes locked as he spoke. “Whatever you need from me, you tell me. I’m your Dom now and it’s my job to take care of you, to give you what you need…and if your world goes colliding off track and you need pain with the pleasure to find your center, then you tell me.”

He dipped his head and kissed me, but it wasn’t gentle. It was a hard, male demand.

I was panting when he ended it and my face was still flushed, but no longer from embarrassment.

“Now…” He gave my lower lip one last nip before lifting his head. “Tell me what you need.”

“Yes, sir.” My knees trembled and I was already so wet. “Fuck me, sir. Please. I need you to fuck me hard and rough. Make me forget everything.”

“Very good.” He tugged on my nipple, harder this time. “And you want me to hurt you a little?”

I whimpered as he increased the pressure of his fingers. “Yes…puh…please.”

“Very good…” He caught me against him once more and spun.

Then his hand was on my neck and he had me bent over. I didn’t know what it was beneath me, the hard surface covered with a smooth, fine fabric that smelled of James—his suit coat. My cheek pressed against the fabric, and I breathed in a lungful of that heady scent as he brought his hand down on my ass.

I cried out.

He used more force than normal and my skin was on fire.

As my brain scrambled to process it, he thrust into me, his cock thick and full, driving all the way in. “Close your legs, pet. I want that pussy so tight around my dick, I have to fight to make you take me.”

I whimpered as I shifted to obey, grabbing onto the side of whatever he’d found to support us.

He spanked me again, then went to grip my hip, his other hand at my neck. He braced himself with a hand between my shoulder blades, fingers splayed wide.

He withdrew, slowly.

I tightened around him and pushed, trying to hold him inside me longer, but he wouldn’t let me. Frustrated, I grabbed the hand on my hip.

“James!”

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