Page 5 of His Secret Toy
I swallow hard. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s time I took over. Now I’ve witnessed it wholly, I could teach you how to fuck how a real man does."
I draw in a shaky breath, realizing the gravity of his words. “Mr. Rinaldi, you should be done with me. This… perversion… of mine… it is not a problem of yours.”
“Oh, but you made it so the second you said my name with your fingers buried inside you.”
I feel my cheeks explode with red. Truly, he has been watching me.
"It’s time I took over. Wouldn’t you like that, little lamb?" he asks, his voice thick with the sinful potential he's milking.
Who am I kidding?
My throat bobs against his palm as I swallow. With my eyes locked with his, I give him a nod. "Yes, please."
"You acquiesce so easily. Such a good little slut," He purrs, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he pulls his hand away from my face at last.
“Don’t take your hands away from your thighs until you come again. Three times; I’ll be watching.”
He pulls back and doesn’t touch me again.
Then he turns and walks out, locking the door behind him.
CHAPTER TWO
POV: Roman
My cock jumps at the sight of Harper’s mouth open around nothing, as per my instruction.
I have her with knees pulled apart in my private suite, her wrists bound to the headboard with black silk. She’s breathing like she’s afraid it’ll be taken from her if she’s too loud.
She hasn’t made a sound in three minutes.
I take a fistful of her hair and pull gently, just enough to elicit a soft cry from her. "Let's get you more comfortable, baby girl."
I crouch at the foot of the bed once again, fully clothed. My fingers are wet with her juices, the aftermath of surging in and out of her, just as I know she likes it.
I haven’t touched her with my cock, despite the ache gnawing away at my brain. I won’t let her touch me either. I want her to lose it first.
“You used your little role to tease me, expose your slutty desires, and now I'm going to make it a reality for you.”
I hesitate. I can’t help but admire the way her tits spill out on either side. Her nipples are so hard. I reach out again, drawing patterns on her sensitive throat and down to her chest with a single finger, watching her shudder in breathless anticipation.
I trail my fingers down her arms and one breast, watching her skin bounce as her breathing picks up pace. I tease her nipples by brushing them before pinching them both gently between my fingers, rolling them back and forth until she’s gasping for air.
"You like that, don't you, slut?" I whisper, my voice thick with desire.
I lean down, nipping her ear with my teeth, and she whimpers softly. I trail a hand down the length of her body, goosebumps multiplying in my wake. Her breath hitches as I take my fingers to her thighs at last.
“Don’t close them.”
She tries to obey. Barely manages it.
“I said don’t,” I repeat, sharper now.
“I—sorry—”
“You’re not sorry yet.”
