Fortune by Annabel Joseph (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📕

folds. “You never let any of them do this? The others?”

“No.” She moaned again, twisting under his mouth. “Never.”

“So I’m the first one?” he asked, kissing and sucking her with just the right amount of teasing pressure to make heat flare and spread. Against her intentions, she felt desire begin to override her inhibitions. She started to make small, muffled noises of pleasure with each delicious stroke of his teasing tongue. He slid one finger up inside her, practiced control and persistence. Oh lord, please help me. “Am I the first one to have you this way?” he asked again.

“Yes,” she said. “God, Ryan!”

“Call me Sir.”

“God, Sir!” she wailed. He pinned her hips down and licked her all over with intimate, sensual strokes. She bucked and strained under him, her pelvis throbbing, the pressure building until she thought she would die. But she couldn’t let go… She just couldn’t let go…

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes…S…Sir…” The unfamiliar address was getting a lot easier to use the more horny she was.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes, please, yes! Please.”

“You were so naughty, though, resisting me. I’m not sure that you deserve to come. I think you need to be taught a lesson about who’s in charge.”

She moaned. She had to come. He had to let her.

“Perhaps I should just stop and send you home for the evening,” he said, nibbling on her clit. The anticipation was unbearable. Her whole body was shaking, suffused with urgent need. She was almost sobbing now.

“Please, don’t stop. Please, please…Sir!”

It was the “Sir” that did it. He shouldn’t have allowed her to come after the way she’d fought him, but she remembered to address him correctly when she was half-insane with desire, and progress like that was rewarded. He thrust a finger back inside her slick wetness, then two, stroking her roughly, fanning the spark inside her to light into flame. He breathed in the sweet musky scent of her, the female essence, hot and wet on his lips and hands. He could feel it when she came. She was so tight, gripping his fingers. Even if he hadn’t felt her climax, her drawn-out groan of relief would have given it away. He watched her let go, forget everything but the sensation he was giving her. She was beautiful in the throes of orgasm, like a wild mythological goddess, dark hair and lashes against porcelain skin flushed with passion. He held her down until the shudders subsided, then kissed up her pelvis to her flat tummy, then up between her breasts rising and falling in the aftermath.

“Next time,” he whispered into the hollow of her clavicle, “I’ll tie you down first.”

Her eyes fluttered open, fixed on him and dilated.

He leaned over her with a smug grin. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

She launched herself into his arms and he held her tightly. God, she felt so good, so right. The shuttered, defensive girl was gone, replaced by this woman clinging to his neck. She pressed her cheek to his, buried her fingers in his hair. He’d known it would be this way.

“It wasn’t bad at all,” she finally admitted. “I kind of liked it.”

“Kindof liked it?”

She giggled at his feigned outrage and he laughed with her, leaning back to take in the vision of her happy and relaxed in his arms. It was a start. It was progress. He sobered, dropping soft kisses on her forehead and then whispering against her lips.

“It wasn’t so bad, but you were bad, weren’t you?”

He felt her go tense, shiver.

“I’m sorry,” she said, pulling away from him a little.

“‘I’m sorry, Sir.’”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she corrected with a blush. “I just… I can’t explain…”

“Then let me explain to you. You can’t balk at intimacy in a relationship like this. Things are going to get a whole lot more intimate than me going down on you. A lot more intimate,” he repeated with a warning look.

She looked away, but he drew her gaze back with a soft warning tsk. “I was just afraid, I guess,” she said. “This stuff scares me a little.”

“I know. I know you’re still learning. Let this be a lesson to you. You need to trust me. You need to understand that I’ll always want what’s best for you. If you decide to fight me on something, you’d better think long and hard about whether it’s warranted.”

“I will. I promise. From now on.”

“I’m sure you will. However, there’s still the matter of your punishment.”

“Punishment? But…but like you just said… I’m… I’m still learning.”

He silenced her protests with a kiss. “Yes, you’re still learning. Here’s Lesson Number Two. When I feel like punishing you, I will.”

She pouted against his lips. “In my opinion, that lesson doesn’t seem very fair.”

“Lesson Number Three,” he said quietly. “Sometimes life with me isn’t fair.”

He made her stand in front of him and talk first, only because he found it an effective way of both disciplining her and turning her on.

“Eyes up,” he snapped when he noticed her gaze dropping for the fourth time to his full-on erection. “You can worry about that later. Answer me. Why are you being punished?”

“Um. For hiding?”

“Yes. For hiding and saying no and generally being an uncooperative little pain. Next time Sir wants to lick your wet little pussy, what are you going to do?”

“Um…” she said, shifting from foot to foot.

“Spread your legs wide and let him do it?”

“Yes Sir.”

“What if Sir wants to do something else you don’t like? Something you’re really terrified of?”

“Um… I have to do it anyway.”

“No.”

“No?”

“In this case, I made you do it because a little oral never hurt anyone. But you can always say no if you have misgivings. I’ll consider your thoughts, at least. Okay? But there’s a respectful and forthcoming way to discuss your issues and then there’s acting like a stubborn baby. Guess what you did tonight?”

“Acted like a stubborn baby?”

“Mm-hm. And I have a feeling, knowing you, it won’t be the last