Afterlife (30 page)

was a creature of pure flame, of

gushing release.

His other hand was against her bare

back, holding her

down while those fingers worked

her. When he shoved

three of his fingers into her at the

pinnacle of her climax,

she wailed, thrown onto another

crest, particularly when the

fourth finger stayed at her clit and

added a vibration of

sensation at the right moment, when

she thought she

couldn’t take any more. She was

wrong. She dropped her

hips even lower between her spread

and folded legs,

grateful for the flexibility that let her

push her clit even more

eagerly into his touch. She let go of

everything but the

feeling, every part of her subsumed

by what he was doing

to her, unable to control the waves of

incoherent cries,

moans, whimpers and pleas that

broke from her lips. He

whispered to her, a rough male

growl.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Come hard for

me. Keep coming for

me, keep screaming for me.”

She might not have blacked out as

decisively as Dana

had, but she was pretty sure she

phased through three or

four different planes of existence

before she began

spiraling down to earth. What had

Ben said? Jon could

catapult a woman straight over the

Pearly Gates, right into

Heaven. She was pretty sure she

believed it, with every

ounce of her soul. But she didn’t

want to go to Heaven. Not

if he wasn’t with her.

He had his arm around her waist,

lifting her. She made

an uncertain noise, not sure if she

was capable of such a

wide range of movement so soon, but

he was relentless,

straightening her up onto her knees,

bringing her back

against his body. He had her hips pul

ed into the vee of his

thighs as he squatted behind her. She

opened her eyes in

time to see him lift his fingers to his

mouth, suck her fluids

from them.

Before she knew it, she’d twisted

around and was

straining up, had her mouth on his,

those fingers between

them, so she was tasting him and

herself at the same time,

licking him frenetical y, licking his

lips, tasting his tongue,

wild and disoriented. Cupping the

back of her head, he

took over, turning her al the way

around on her knees and

cinching her in to his hard body,

kissing her senseless,

taking away everything but pure,

blissful compliance.

“That’s only the first time you’l come

for me tonight.” He

lifted his head at last. As he shifted to

a sitting position on

the floor, holding her in his lap, he

caught a finger beneath

her col ar, a sensual tug holding her

in place now,

reminding her of her manners when

she would have

strained toward him again.

She stared up at him. “I missed you.”

The serious mouth softened, though

the fierce light in his

eyes only grew brighter. That

sodalite color, so many

versions of blue when lit by

everything happening behind

the intel igent, concentrated gaze.

“Not anywhere near as

much as I missed you. Matt said he

thought I’d be wil ing to

give Consolidated Electronics our

whole damn company if

it meant I could leave one second

sooner. You’re gorgeous,

Rachel Madison. The picture you

made when I came in…on

your knees, waiting for your Master.

My cock may have

been hard al day thinking of you, but

seeing you like that

has made it ache so much it hurts.

Can you feel it?”

It was under her ass, and it was

taking al she had not to

squirm and rub herself against it. It

was thick steel, making

her rapidly beating heart stay that

way.

“I could help with that.” Swal owing,

she swept her lashes

down, her fingers curled in his shirt.

She loved him in his

suits, his tailored shirts and silk ties.

It made her want to

devour him. “You said you wanted

me to wear the lipstick,

so I could…mark you with it.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She nodded, barely able to contain

her eagerness. “I’d

be happy to do it for you now…

before anything else.”

“Look at me then, and ask properly.”

He knew how to make things more

difficult and intense at

once. As she complied, her throat

clogged at the sheer

impact of meeting his gaze, so close

and penetrating. Her

fingers burrowed in his shirt front,

and she was glad he

hadn’t told her to remove her touch.

“Please…let me suck

you. Let me give you pleasure.”

“You do that, just by breathing.

There’s a word missing

though.”

She lowered her gaze again. “I’m

sorry… It’s difficult.” But

she wanted to say it, so much…

“You’l get your wish, but because of

that omission, you

only get to use your mouth.”

He stood, shifting her back to the

floor onto folded knees.

As he rose, she saw the line of his

slacks stretched taut on

his thighs, because of the strain his

cock was putting on the

fabric above. She swal owed. He

held her hand for an

additional moment, then gave it a

squeeze and released it.

Taking a seat at his place setting, he

turned the chair so he

was facing toward her. “Stand up, put

your hands behind

your back.”

She did, conscious of how his gaze

coursed over her

legs, the tendons elongated in those

high heels, the way

they tilted her ass. “Now turn away

from me and bend over.

Half-fold position. Keep your feet

close together and put

your hands on your calves.”

When she did, he leaned forward, set

his hands to her

hips. A mewl of need broke from her

lips as he fastened his

mouth over her framed pussy, lapping

away her climax,

swirling deep into her channel,

tasting her. The nerves were

stil vibrating, overstimulated, and it

made her legs tremble

on those teetering heels. He had to

hold her fast. When he

final y sat back, she was gasping.

“I wanted to clean your come away

so I can see you get

wet for me al over again. Kneel.”

As she did, she kept her gaze

lowered, though she got

another good view of that engorged

cock. He picked up his

wineglass, tasted. “Good choice.”

The simple praise made her glow, sil

y as that sounded.

But then her attention snapped

elsewhere as he unhooked

the slacks, opened them. She knew

she was supposed to

keep her eyes down, but she couldn’t

help peeking through

her lashes as he adjusted the slacks

and the briefs beneath

to bring his thick cock into view, the

end glistening as she’d

imagined when she’d plucked that

honeydew blossom.

Only there was far more col ected at

the tip than a tiny drop.

“Come here and put your mouth on

me. Go down as far

as you can and then stop.”

As she leaned forward, her hands

knotting behind her

back, she inhaled his scent, the

primitive, animal odor of an

aroused male. When she put her

mouth on him, she thought

about that lipstick leaving wet red

marks. The way it had on

Dana’s mouth, on Max’s. Her body

was wrung out from the

climax of a moment ago, limbs stil

unsteady, yet she didn’t

care. She wanted more of him. She

literal y wanted to be

fucked to death by him, however he

wanted her. His touch,

his cock inside her mouth, her

pussy…everywhere. She

was his, and she wanted him to use

her hard, thoroughly,

until every ounce of his lust was

sated, three times over.

She slid down, down. Halfway there,

he was at the back

of her throat, stretching her lips with

his size and length.

She relaxed her muscles, took him

deeper, felt his broad

head test her gag reflex, but she was

determined to hold

him there.

He’d taken another sip of the wine,

but then he put it

down and used both hands to gather

up her hair. He

transferred the thick mass of it to one

hand, held it in a

twisted grip as he began to push her

down even farther.

“Center your mind, Rachel. Mind

over matter. I know you

know how to do it.”

If he hadn’t given her that release,

she couldn’t have done

it. But every part of her was

compliant now. Not just her

mind, but her relaxed muscles as wel

, nothing holding her

back or harboring reservations. So

her throat softened, and

he slid deeper, until she was holding

him to the root, her

breath coming through her nose in

shal ow draughts.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured.

“My beautiful slave.

We go at my pace.”

She fol owed his hold on her hair, the

pressure of his

knuckles against her nape. Sliding up

his length, she drew

in her cheeks to create suction and

used her tongue to

trace that vein pulsing under the flare

of the head. His hand

tightened, a convulsive jerk. The

power of giving him

pleasure surged through her. As he

pushed her back down,

she pleased herself, exploring the

breadth of him with the

tip of her tongue, stroking him further

with the flat of it. Up

again, down again. He had control of

her pace, but she

seduced him with her mouth until she

could tel he was

setting the pace his body dictated.

She was making

involuntary little animal noises that

vibrated against his

head when he shoved himself into her

throat. God, he was

beautiful, so hard and thick, virile as

she’d expected him to

be.

As erect as he was, she anticipated

him being closer to

release, but she underestimated his

stamina. He made her

work for it, give him everything her

mouth could offer,

making those pleading noises. He

was breathing hard as

wel , and he hadn’t reached for the

wine again, al his

attention on her. The pumping rhythm

in her mouth was the

rhythm of sex, and she wanted him

pounding inside her,

thrusting into her so hard he’d ram

her bed against the wal ,

drive her into the mattress. Make her

earth move.

Unexpectedly, he pul ed her off him,

and fisted his cock,

hard, holding the base. She could see

that vein throbbing

beneath, knew how close he was.

“No,” she whispered.

“Please…”

“Ask properly.” His jaw was set

with rigid concentration.

“Or I come in this napkin and you

only get to watch. Don’t

think, Rachel, just say it.”

“Please let me finish you, Master.

Please…Master.”

It made her gasp in pain, but the look

in his face was a

balm against the wound the word tore

open inside her. He

nodded, his face set in implacable

lines. “Use your hands

then. I want to feel those pretty

fingers against me.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She

wrapped both

around his base, treasuring the feel of

the velvet skin over

hot steel, the heavy testicles she

stroked with reverent

fingertips. He made an ominous

rumble in his throat, a

warning to get down to business.

She set her mouth back over him, not

thinking of

anything. Not what she’d unwisely

said in the heat of the

moment, not tomorrow or how

impossible this al was. She

just focused on sucking her Master to

climax.

He exploded in her mouth, his hand

clamped on the back

of her neck, digging in as she moaned

her pleasure and

encouragement and took him al in,

swal owing him down.

He rammed up into her mouth, and

she had the titil ating

impression of his hard thighs, partial

y revealed by the open

slacks. His ass was flexing against

the wooden seat, taut

muscle obvious even under the

fabric. She wished he was

naked, even as she also couldn’t deny

how arousing it was,

to be stripped bare for him when he

al owed her only short

glimpses of the body under his

clothes.

As the powerful climax spent itself to

the last drop in her

throat, he pumped a few more times,