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‘Eyes on me, Princess.’ It’s not a request.
Our eyes collide. His look is as feral as I feel, as his talented tongue sweeps upwards over my clit, once, twice, and I explode, shattering on his face. ‘God. God. God. God.’
When he finally finishes, he lifts his head up. ‘God has fuck all to do with this. It’s just you and me, princess. You pray to me, and me alone. But down here, there will be no mercy.’
He backs off the bench and reaches for the buckle on his belt.
Chapter Sixteen
SEAN
Seeing Princess Layla spread out for me like a fucking banquet wearing nothing but those heels and the collar I put on her neck is something I’ve been imagining all week. Which is why I beat myself off twice before leaving the house tonight. No fucking way was I risking a repeat of the other night. That was a first—and last.
Her cheeks are flushed with arousal, her eyes huge and dazed. Her chest rises and falls as she struggles to catch her breath. I’m not going to give her the chance. I unzip my suit trousers, and my cock bursts free. Her eyes fall to it, wide and wanting.
I reach for the spreader bar and yank her down the leather bench until her ass is balancing at the edge. She squeals as her back slides over the smooth leather and her nipples tighten again. ‘How are your legs?’
‘Shaking like a newborn fawn.’
I unfasten the cuffs at each ankle and place the bar on the floor. I need to feel her legs wrap around me the first time. Need to feel her dig her heels into my backside when she comes on my cock. And I need to watch her face when shedoes. It’s her innocence to this world again. The prospect of decadently defiling something so polished. The fact that she’s trusting me so implicitly to do exactly that is fucking beautiful.
She goes to sit up, but I hold her down. ‘The angle is better this way. Trust me.’ I smooth my hands off her thighs and down the taut curves of her calves and massage her ankles for a minute over the faint indentations on her skin where the cuffs bit in.
Her gaze flicks between my dick, my hands, and my lips.
I pluck a condom from my pocket. I know she’s clean. Her latest medical examination results arrived via email during the week, but I always use protection. It’s not just the pregnancy risk—that rubber barrier prevents people from getting more of me than I’m willing to give. The same as kissing on the mouth—it’s just too personal.
She licks her lips as I tear it open with my teeth, then roll it over my length. I nudge her legs wider and step between her open thighs, resting the tip of my cock at her entrance. My eyes hold hers. ‘Are you okay, princess?’
I watch her throat bob as she swallows and nods. ‘Yes, sir.’ Her hips arch upwards in an open invitation, and I glide in, inch by glorious inch, stretching her tight little channel until she’s absolutely full of me.
Her hands reach for my hips as I slam into her, over and over and over again. Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in. Like I’d ever dream of leaving. Huge, wild eyes catch mine, mesmerised, like she’s never been fucked before. She probably hasn’t—not like this anyway. I lower myself over her torso, grab her wrists and pin her hands above her head, then take one of her tight little nipples into my mouth and suck to the point she squeals. Her core clenches around my cock and fuck me—it’s practically a religious experience.
‘This body belongs to me.’ I switch to the other breast.
‘Yes,’ she pants. I feel the tiny pulses of her climax building again. She’s close. Thank fuck, because so am I.
I spread a hand over both of hers above her head and reach for her clit with the free one, circling it with my thumb while I continue to rock into her, again and again and again.
‘Sean,’ she shrieks as she shatters on my dick, pulsing and squeezing me, dragging me into my own decadent explosion. We buck and claw our way through an orgasm intense enough to surpass the Richter scale. She writhes beneath me, riding out the last of her release with her eyes fastened on me like I’m some sort of god. Truth is, it’s her who’s ethereal.
I’ve never had a more attractive woman under me.
A more responsive one.
And a more unavailable one.
I release her hands and drag my dick out of her, even though it’s screaming at me to stay, to go again.
‘Let’s get you cleaned up.’ Who even am I? I don’t do aftercare, yet sending her out of here to let someone else take care of her isn’t an option. Who knows who she might see out there. Or more importantly, who might see her. I’m not worried about her cover being blown. No, I’m concerned they’ll want a piece of her, because she’s easily the most extraordinary woman to grace this club.
And the most extraordinary thing about her?
She has no idea.
I tie the condom, toss it in the discreetly placed bin and stalk towards the tinted mirror, getting a glimpse of myself in the process. My face is flushed. But it’s my eyes that I don’t recognise. They’re wild with a fresh bout of want. Not helpful.
I push gently on the glass, and it swings open to reveal a hot tub big enough to fit ten, which it has done on occasion. I turn the taps on, add some muscle soothing salts, and grab awash cloth. Layla is still lying flat on her back on the bench. She’s staring blankly at the ceiling.
