Page 148 of Risks of Temptation
"Please," I beg again and reach for his pants.
He grabs my wrists with one hand. "No, ma belle. You will wait." His fingers slide back into my heat in a slow, excruciatingly delicious rhythm.
"Yes. Oh...yes..." I close my eyes, enjoying how only he can touch me and make me feel so much.
"Open your eyes, ma belle."
I obey. "Please."
The singer wails some high notes, and a man's groan competes with it. A woman begins to shriek, "Fuck me. Oh God, please fuck me!"
"I am your Master," Malin growls.
"Yes."
"I own you and your orgasms."
"Yes. Please." My voice shakes, and my body quivers.
He leans forward, playing with my breasts with his tongue.
"Malin. Oh God," I whimper.
Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.
I grip his hair.
He pulls his hand away from me. He scowls. "Get up."
"What?"
"Get up," he barks.
I slide off him.
"Pick up your dress."
I lift it off the floor. "Put it on?"
"No."
What's happening? Why does he seem mad?
He takes my dress and puts it over his arm then grabs my elbow and leads me toward the front door.
"Where are we going?"
"Quiet."
I don't speak. I'm not sure what is happening. Malin's face never changes; Not in the hall or elevator. My chest tightens, unsure what I did to upset him.
We get into the apartment, and he leads me to the bedroom.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"
He fists my hair and tugs it back. His eyes blaze over me. "You are mine. Not theirs. I don't want you in front of them. I want you alone. With me and only me."
"Yes," I say.
