Page 222 of Enthrall Shadows
After easing me back against the wall, trapping me there, he knelt in front of me.
Tugging my thong aside, he said, “I can speak your language. I’m a ‘cunni-linguist.’”
I laughed but stopped suddenly when his mouth met my clit, widening my thighs to give him better access.
The sensation sent pleasure into my core, my body igniting as this blazing passion possessed me. The way he devoured my pussy reflected the oral sex bestowed upon Olivia.
As though all he could think about wasthis.
With a heated urgency, he bewitched my folds, tongue striking up a brilliant rhythm as he flicked up and down, turning me boneless. Pinned against the wall, my trembling fingers gripped his short locks tightly as I moaned like a needy young submissive.
His forceful ways proved he wanted to be my master.
Here, now, I gave myself to him entirely. Being possessed this aggressively lit up the submissive within me.
He eased my thong down and over my hips. I stepped out of the strip of material when it reached my feet and he quickly tucked my panties into his jacket pocket.
“You’re desperate to come,” he said gruffly.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to be obedient?”
I was still trying to read him but, at the same time, I needed this session with him more than I could remember needing anything.
“I should be in charge,” I blurted out breathlessly.
“Do I have to repeat myself? Do as you’re told!”
“I’m a dominatrix!”
“No. You haven’t shown me that’s what you want.”
“But—” I threw my head back in a swoon.
He sprang to his feet and grabbed the back of my neck, bringing me in close without kissing me. His mouth hovered near mine. “Say it or I’ll stop,” he said fiercely.
“Do anything you want to me.”
“Better.”
Henry was full of wrath and lust and alpha-need, and I silently begged him to stay this way. “My safe word is chandelier.”
He gave a nod. “I’ll remember.” His voice sounded deep and throaty, reflecting his arousal.
He led me across the room toward the velvet throne and made me sit there.
Then he made me wait as he went off on a search.
“Let’s focus on the pleasure,” he said gruffly. “Because I know that drives you wild.”
Quickly, he secured my wrists to the armrests with silk bindings and then took another walk along the line of shelves to view the accouterments on display.
“Hurry,” I said.
“You will be patient!”
“Yes, sir.”
