Page 27 of The Lord of Whispers

Jay sat back in his chair and turned to me, encircling my tiny waist with his strong hands. He lifted me easily and placed me in his lap, making my neck accessible to his mouth as my thighs lay over his legs, close to the feeling of him growing harder by the second.

Then he began a delicate trail of kisses up my neck. He placed an inquiring hand up my skirt on the inside of my thigh, brushing the top of my thigh-high.

I threw back my long hair, relishing his lips on my skin, and opened my legs a little wider for him, causing his hand to move farther up my leg. I wanted his hand to creep farther and farther up my leg until he found the fire within me that ached to be stroked higher.

I felt the length of him, hard and poking at the back of my thigh. He ran a fingertip over the outside of my satin panties and the apex of my sex. I swallowed a hungry gasp of air. He found me already soaked with my desire for him.

“So eager to please, so wet,” he said, brushing his lips on the side of my neck.

He greedily pushed the fabric to one side and released a growl of approval against my breasts. Then he slid a finger into my soaking warmth. I had to take my bottom lip in between my teeth to stifle a moan.

“You remember your first lesson, dear?” he asked as he gently, methodically, plunged his finger in and out of my wet little space as his palm rubbed against me.

He played in my wetness, the confirmation of my need for him.

“Um hmm,” I moaned.

“Good. Because you’re going to ride my hand until you come for me,” he demanded.

I was consumed with the feeling of his movements inside of me. I burned with the need for more.

“Now what do you say, Alarie?”

“Yes, Jay?” I ventured.

The steely glint of approval in his eyes confirmed that I had answered correctly.

And then I began to move with the rhythm of his hand, my need rushing me to push his fingers farther inside of me until my breathing hitched. I took part of my lip between my teeth again. I was close.So close.

He adjusted his hand, keeping two fingers inside of me, and used the palm of his hand to rub against the crown of my sex until the fire within me was about to consume my entire existence.

“Be a good girl, Alarie.Now come,” he ordered in the domineering tone mastered by a 300-year-old high lord used to getting his way.

The flame within me rose to soaring heights. I shuddered around him. He grabbed my jaw with his other hand, setting his mouth over mine, and I breathed a moan into his mouth. He sucked in the breath of my orgasm hungrily as he kissed me for the first time. His tongue swept over my teeth and the roof of my mouth as if he could taste my orgasm. Slowly withdrawing his hand from inside of me, he rested it on my inner thigh.

“As part of your first lesson, you will learn toalwayscome for me,” he said in the commanding voice of a high lord.

An afterglow upon my cheeks, the remnants of my pleasure dripping onto his pants, I simply nodded. I didn’t know what lessons he was referring to or what “always” entailed, but at that very moment, I wanted nothing more than to find out. I eyed the bulge in his pants.

“Tell me what you want, Alarie,” he demanded.

I normally wasn’t shy, but I hesitated to answer his question. Already somewhat confounded by finding myself more malleable under his hands than I’d ever been at any other point in my entire life, I now struggled to put what I wanted into words.

I squirmed in his lap, rubbing my ass against the length of him. He groaned, digging his fingers into the curves of my hips, but continued to look at me expectantly.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“You,” I managed to say. “I want you,” I said, a little more confident.

He delicately ran the back of his hand across the side of my face before placing a finger under my chin to hold my attention.

“Then get on your knees, my dear, and do yourvery bestto please me,” he ordered.

His deep voice skated over my skin, reigniting a surge of desire within me again. I slithered off his lap and kneeled between his legs as he remained seated in his chair. I knew what to do, but I’d never done it before. I’d only been with one guy in my entire life, and that had not been a particularly involved or lengthy experience.

I was amazed by Jay’s calmness, conscious of how desperate I’d been for my own release. I was all too aware of the desire that continued to well up inside of me, wanting more of his hands on my body.

I proceeded to unbutton his pants and let his hardness spring loose. He continued to look at me with that same burning calmness as I broke our gaze to peer down at the full hard length of him. I took him in my hand, stroking his impressive length. A low growl escaped his lips, and I felt a wave of excitement, a kind of power from eliciting such a response from a man like him, a man who was always in control of everything and everyone around him. But with him in my hand, I felt like I was holding onto the beginning of a loose thread. And if I tugged at itjust right, then just maybe he, and the power he held so closely, would come undone for me,because of me.

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