Page 74 of Serving the Mogul

“Give me fifteen minutes. Don’t come until I get there, or you’ll get punished,” he said, voice hard.

I dropped the phone and rolled onto my belly, crying out as the friction sent shattering pleasure up my spine.

I couldn’t wait fifteen minutes.

Stretching my arm, I tugged open the nightstand and fished around. My fingers closed over the bottle of lubricant first—I put it on the nightstand, just in case, then dug around until I found what I needed. Fisting it in my hand, I pulled out a pink vibrator shaped like an erect cock—and capable of thrusting.

I fumbled it in place, as a part of me trembled in anticipation of James walking in here...and finding me like this, flushed with need and riding a cotton-candy pink sex toy.

The memory of last night’s punishment had my pussy clenching around the toy as I pushed down on it, and I was moaning at the edge of orgasm by the time I’d seated it fully inside me.

It thrust, the head squirming in a slow circle before contracting and starting all over again.

Stretching out on my belly, legs locked tight at the ankle, I thrust into the toy’s gyrating movements and waited for James.

Twenty-Eight

Maximus

My necktiealready hanging loose around my neck, I mounted the steps. A soft moan came from the open doorway at the end of the hall, and I clenched my jaw against a slew of dirty words that threatened to spill out.

Slowly, so Tina wouldn’t hear me, I walked along the side and stood in the shadows for a long moment.

Fuck, she was beautiful in her sensuality. Her toned, sleek body flushed with lust, the muscles in her thighs and ass clenched as she pressed her hips into the mattress. Then she lifted her hips, almost reaching her knees this time, and I damned near lost it. I felt my balls drawing up into a tight sac as I caught sight of a sex toy, the pink base lodged in her cunt, the length of it completely buried in her.

One hand was shoved into the mattress to support her weight so she could turn over, but all she did was moan as she ground her hips into the bed harder and harder.

I stepped out of the shadows, moved deliberately louder. “Tina.”

She went still at first, then moved with more wildness as I approached, tossing her hair over her shoulder and sending me a challenging look.

“Did you orgasm yet?” I ask softly.

Her face flushed as she met my eyes. She gave a slow nod.

“Once?”

Another nod.

“Twice?”

She smiled.

“Three times?”

She shook her head this time, face twisting with need just before a sob escaped her, and she fucked herself on the toy with abandon. I let her, holding her gaze as I undid my shirt cuffs, then the placket of buttons. Tossing my tie around my neck, I stripped off the shirt and undershirt, let them fall, kicked off my shoes, and freed the button on my trousers.

Climbing onto the bed, I straddled her hips, stilling her feverish movements by simply pinning her weight with mine.

Taking the tie, I looped it around her face, guiding it between her teeth. She didn’t resist even a little, following the urges and direction as I moved off her, then nudged her thighs to spread. Kneeling between them, I said, “On your knees.”

She clambered up, and I took the toy’s base, tugged, then pushed, giving her some of the friction she clearly wanted, while using the tie in a fashion similar to a bit. Each time she started trying to take control back, I tugged on the tie, forcing her to arch her neck.

“No,” I reminded her.

And she went still—body quivering as she waited for my guidance.

My cock jerked demandingly, and I pressed my thumb to her ass, unsurprised when she flinched away.

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