Page 43 of Pandora's Pleasure
“Oh, please,” she said, gasping.
So many ideas flashed through my filthy mind about how I could abuse her, get off on having her subjugated before me.
Pandora let out a long groan inviting more punishment, her wrists twisting to escape as she writhed before me, her hips rocking on the leather seat as though imagining how it would feel to ride me.
I massaged her breasts with the authority of a man who knew how to wield bliss, and was rewarded with her throaty, needy cry in response. The erotic sound caused my cock to harden even more.
My hands moved beneath her hem and past her panties, my thumb rubbing her clit to prepare her for finger-fucking.
Think.
And not with your balls.
If she was a virgin and this was a ruse, fucking her in the back of a car could traumatize her.
I wasn’tthatkind of monster.
But she thought I was…
I pulled my fingers away from her and brought them up to her mouth, letting her lick her own juices.
“Show me what you like,” she whispered.
Having a sub wear this emblem was a rare and beautiful accomplishment. It was possible, but only the highly trained and well-prepared lovers endured what their masters demanded. It didn’t make sense that she was wearing the necklace.
I tried to flood doubt out of my thoughts, leaning in and drawing a pert nipple into my mouth and suckling, letting the way my tongue formed sensual circles around her areola serve as a precursor to more.
Six months of not having this, of dating Pandora and remaining loyal, because that was the only way my heart had navigated around what we were. Here, now, my soul was rejoicing that my sexual starvation was over.
If only she knew what Iwas capable of. The gifts I yearned to give her if I kept her as a toy. If I allowed myself the privilege of believing she wanted this, wrecking Pandora was going to be the grandest gift I gave myself.
Because she was Pandora Aria Bardot—the most exquisite sub a man could own.
“It’s not enough,” she begged.
I freed her hands from my necktie. “Patience.”
Pandora’s natural beauty felt like a trick of nature. She seduced with her presence, her exquisite blue eyes promising mystery. The way her tongue darted to wet her lips was a thing of beauty and dangerously arousing—she’d be exquisite to watch when coming with my dick inside her. Her awe of being subjugated would be equivalent to modern art.
Lifting her gown, I pulled her thong down her legs and off her feet, shoving it in my jacket pocket. She knew my next command was imminent. All the power she had left would soon be gone.
She was my plaything.
Her thighs opened wider as she welcomed me exploring her wet folds with a delicate touch, her tender clit throbbing as my index finger brushed along the nub.
“Hold yourself like this.” Taking her hands, I had her ease back her labia. “That way I can do this.”
Smack! I tapped her clit.
She flinched and gave me a look of shock.
“Do I have your attention?”
She gave a frantic nod.
“Again,” I demanded.
Her breaths were panicked and her eyelids heavy, but she obeyed, reaching low and pulling back her labia.
