Page 283 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
CHAPTER20
ISABELLE
Ipress my thighs together, vainly striving to simmer the intense pulse between my legs as Isaac secures the privacy partition of the limousine into place. Once it’s locked in, he begins unknotting my favorite tie. The air in my lungs snags when his darkened gaze strays to mine. Gone is the caring, devoted fiancé who was wining and dining our friends earlier this evening, replaced by the dominant lover who not only governs his empire with notable command but also rules my body with the same amount of authority.
“Take your dress off but leave your shoes on.”
With shaking hands, I do as requested with ease due to the additional room in the stretch limousine. Isaac’s eyes remain fixed on mine as he undoes his cufflinks and removes his suit jacket. My nipples tighten when he leisurely unbuttons his white dress shirt, revealing his smooth, tanned skin.
Once his shirt is removed, he slides across the bench seat until our thighs are butted against each other. His pupils are massive, and his trousers are struggling to contain his mouth-watering erection. “Lace your fingers together.”
Pleasure glides through me, tightening my nipples more when he binds my hands with his dark blue tie.
“If this becomes too much, you say the word, and I’ll stop.”
“Like a safe word?” I ask when I remember all the books I’ve read over the years about needing a safe word when you're doing bondage and submission.
“No, Isabelle. If you want me to stop, ask me to stop, and I’ll stop.” His dark eyes lock on mine. “No safe words required. Okay?”
I lick my scorched lips that dried from his heated gaze. “Okay.”
His seductive smirk has my insides purring.
“Scoot halfway down the bench, lie down, then raise your arms above your head.”
My damp skin clings to the leather seat when I move into the position he’s requesting. My breasts thrust high when I raise my arms above my head. When he crouches onto the floor next to me to secure the loose end of the tie around the door handle, my skin turns a hue of pink. I’m not embarrassed, I’m incredibly aroused.
I squirm when he guides his index finger down my arm, past my chest, then over the peaked buds of my nipples. “So beautiful.”
He fondles my heavy breasts, kneading and caressing them with precise dedication. Once he has my nipples stiff and begging to feel the warmth of his mouth, his gaze drops to stare unashamedly at my pussy. “Spread your legs.”
I loosen my clenched thighs before sweeping them open.
“Wider.”
He places his hands on my inner thighs and pries them apart until one of my legs dangles off the seat while the other is pushed against the leather backrest. Usually, I'd feel exposed in a pose like this, but from the avid gleam in Isaac’s eyes, my vulnerability is disregarded just as quickly as my clothes were.
My thighs shake when he runs his index finger through the folds of my pussy. He coats his finger with my arousal before sliding it inside. The walls of my vagina clench around him, loving how full I feel even with it just being his finger.
When his finger stops a mere millimeter from the sweet spot inside of me, I thrust up my hips, demanding more.
“Patience, Isabelle.”
A shiver jolts down my spine from the deep rasp of his voice.
As his thumb hovers above my throbbing clit, his eyes command my attention. When he gets them, he says, “If your eyes leave mine, I'll remove all contact. Do you understand?”
I nod, my body thrilled and ravenous, dying for him to touch me, mark me, and claim me.
“Say it, Isabelle.”
“Yes. I understand.”
The urge to snap my eyes shut is overwhelming when his spare hand thrusts my sex onto his mouth so he can suck my swollen clit. I buck against him when his tongue dips deep inside, tasting me around his stationary finger. The leisured pace of his tongue is already driving me wild, so imagine how crazy it gets when his motionless finger begins thrusting at the same slow pace.
He takes his time, building my pleasure with every perfect stroke of his finger and lash of his tongue, devouring me as only he ever has.
“Whose pussy is this, Isabelle? Who does it belong to?” The vibration of his deep voice against my pussy lips makes my clit ache.
