Page 34 of The Count

He brought me to his.

He pulled a big skeleton key out of the pocket in his suit, slipped it in the lock, and opened the door.

The absolute grandeur of his room was awe-inspiring. It was decorated in rich shades of burgundy, red, and gold. The four-poster bed was the biggest I’d ever seen, with a draped silk canopy that screamed royalty. It was covered in plush blankets and pillows, so much so that it was probably like sleeping in a cloud.

He kept me close, reaching toward my right side and unzipping the top of my dress. His fingertips brushed against my skin, eliciting hot shivers cascading up and down my limbs. He lifted what remained of it over my head, tossing it aside without a care. He unclipped my bra with a quick pinch, threading that down my arms and throwing it with the top of the dress. My nipples hardened and it took everything in me not to reach up and pinch them myself.

My core spiraled with heat. His close proximity only made it worse.

He cleared his throat. “Go and bend over the bed for me. It’s time I finally introduced you to my belt, my little girl.”

CHAPTER8

JASMINA

My heart practically leapt out of my throat. It pounded wildly in my chest, and I pressed my hand over it, looking back at the count and pleading with him in silence.

I pulled in a breath, and it was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. “The belt?”

“Yes, my sweet. Now do as you’re told,” he said, his voice a quiet rumble of inevitability.

That only made my heartbeat quicken further. Before I knew what was happening, my feet started moving toward the bed. I thought the journey would take longer, but I’d reached the bed before I knew it. I stepped from foot to foot, looking at the bed for a moment before I looked over my shoulder.

He raised a single eyebrow and my pussy clenched hard. He said nothing else, and I knew I was quickly running out of time. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the bed.

It was just as soft as I’d imagined it would be.

Before I knew it, my naked torso was flush against the bed. The mattress was tall and when I shifted forward enough to support my hips, my heels left the floor for a second before I teetered back.

He knelt behind me, pulling off my red-bottomed shoes one by one. His caress on my ankles seemed incredibly intimate, enough to take my breath away with anticipation. His breath was hot on the back of my thigh, and I was increasingly aware of the proximity of his face from my pussy.

Without my shoes, my toes barely touched the plush carpet underneath.

It made me feel so small and vulnerable.

It also made me feel desirable.

He stood up behind me, the rustle of his clothes shifting the only indication that he had moved.

I could feel his eyes on my naked flesh. A soft tingling pumped through my veins, a sordid heat that was bubbling up inside me with powerful intensity. My clit throbbed firmly, and I pressed my thighs together even though I knew it would do nothing to cover up the soaking wet mess of arousal that covered them.

I heard him step behind me, the soft brush of his foot against the carpet. His fingers grazed along my lower back. An electric bolt of desire catapulted straight to my clit, and I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. His touch was like fire, dragging back and forth and driving me wild. I wanted nothing more than to lift my bottom and spread my legs so that he could fuck me, but that wasn’t all I needed.

He was right. I did need his belt.

It was a visceral sort of need, one I couldn’t fight or deny any longer. The pain was going to mix with the pleasure and in the end, it would devastate me more than any single orgasm could.

Behind me, I heard him unclasp his belt buckle. I couldn’t stop myself as I looked over my shoulder, peering back at him as he pulled the belt from the loops in his slacks. The swishing sound it made was both mesmerizing and terrifying and I found myself holding my breath.

His dark mahogany eyes bored into mine as he folded the thick black strap over in his hands.

The image of him standing there with the doubled-over belt in his hand would forever be burned into my mind. My thighs slipped against one another as I whimpered softly.

“You’re so very beautiful, my Mina,” he murmured. My inner walls fluttered with need as he stepped beside me. I gasped when the wide breadth of his palm pressed against my lower back.

He didn’t hold me down, not yet, but I knew he would soon.

My muscles trembled just the slightest bit and he groaned at the sight.

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