he found her erect peaks, she gasped. As he squeezed both those gorgeous nipples, she yelped.
“Damn,” he grated. She was so responsive. So ready. So open. So submissive.
Ohhh, fuck.
Ohhh, yeah .
Despite the torture of his zipper along his cock and his heartbeat against his ribs, this was going to be fun. A hell of a lot of fun.
Chapter Six
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T his is going to be fun.
The man’s savoring growl all but said the words for him. The sound curled through Tess like incense, dark and exotic, aiding the fantasy that she was a sheikh’s plaything for the night, brought to his desert dungeon to be spread for him, awaiting her role in his ultimate pleasure.
The thoughts brought on a hard shiver. Dread, joy, and anticipation coursed through her veins…and moistened the crevices between her thighs. She breathed in¸ forcing herself to absorb that this wasn’t a dream, but truly happening. It still felt too huge to comprehend, almost too much to bear. How long had she dreamt of this, longed for it? And now that she really living it, would it fulfill all her expectations? What if this wasn’t as amazing as she’d hoped? What if she did something wrong, and let this incredible man down in some way?
So far, thank God, that didn’t seem to be the case. His next sound, a harder rumble than the growl, rolled out of him as he rolled her nipples again, pinching her tighter than before. Tess cried out, sharp and high, turning his growl into an illicit chuckle. Almost instantly, she felt her pussy grow wetter. Hell. She was all kinds of messed-up, with her arousal tied so closely to the man’s sadism, but hearing the pleasure she brought him was the most potent aphrodisiac she’d ever experienced.
She lifted her chest, desperately hoping he did it again.
And he did. Harder. Longer.
“Ohhhhh!” she screamed.
“Mmmm,” he murmured. “So good, little girl.”
“Yes,” she rasped. “Oh, yes .”
It almost came out as a question. How could it be that his hard pinches led to such consuming pleasure? In the wake of his abuse, her nipples tingled and warmed, developing into arrows of sensation with her sex as the target. When they struck, she moaned deeply again.
“Well, well, well,” he drawled. “My little rose has a penchant for thorns, too.”
She rocked her torso, craving more of the friction. “Yes, Sir.” The sensation of his fingers on her flesh, intensified by the pressure from her corset, was erotic, exquisite, incredible. “Ohhhh. It’s so good.”
“And going to get even better. I promise.”
He had a damn strange way of proving it. When he finished the vow by rising up and away from her, Tess whined in protest.
“Breathe, sweet one.” Though underlined by gentleness, the words were nails of command. “And trust me.”
He moved off toward her right with steps sure as a puma, making her head instinctually fall in that direction, too. Nevertheless, Tess nodded and replied, “I trust you, Sir. I do.”
His responding snarl pebbled her skin with fresh arousal. Then again as he uttered, “Perfect, little rose. So perfect.”
The enjoyment was short-lived. As he slid a hand down her torso and across her waist, Tess fought not to tense up. Mattie and Viv had inherited Mom’s cute, curvy build but she’d gotten her body type from Dad, meaning her figure had all the sex appeal of a tree. Never was she more aware of that fact than now. With every new inch Sexy glided over her nonexistent figure, she took another breath to combat the feeling that it wasn’t enough. That she wasn’t enough.
Dammit . Even here, even now, she wasn’t free from it all, was she? At least, thank God, he’d let her keep the corset on. There was hope, if she could impart the illusion of a figure…
Until she couldn’t.
“Wait.” His mandate, sharp but flirty, alerted her instinct to his next motion—the tug he gave to the cords dangling between her breasts. The corset fell free from her torso, returning her
“Damn,” he grated. She was so responsive. So ready. So open. So submissive.
Ohhh, fuck.
Ohhh, yeah .
Despite the torture of his zipper along his cock and his heartbeat against his ribs, this was going to be fun. A hell of a lot of fun.
Chapter Six
‡
T his is going to be fun.
The man’s savoring growl all but said the words for him. The sound curled through Tess like incense, dark and exotic, aiding the fantasy that she was a sheikh’s plaything for the night, brought to his desert dungeon to be spread for him, awaiting her role in his ultimate pleasure.
The thoughts brought on a hard shiver. Dread, joy, and anticipation coursed through her veins…and moistened the crevices between her thighs. She breathed in¸ forcing herself to absorb that this wasn’t a dream, but truly happening. It still felt too huge to comprehend, almost too much to bear. How long had she dreamt of this, longed for it? And now that she really living it, would it fulfill all her expectations? What if this wasn’t as amazing as she’d hoped? What if she did something wrong, and let this incredible man down in some way?
So far, thank God, that didn’t seem to be the case. His next sound, a harder rumble than the growl, rolled out of him as he rolled her nipples again, pinching her tighter than before. Tess cried out, sharp and high, turning his growl into an illicit chuckle. Almost instantly, she felt her pussy grow wetter. Hell. She was all kinds of messed-up, with her arousal tied so closely to the man’s sadism, but hearing the pleasure she brought him was the most potent aphrodisiac she’d ever experienced.
She lifted her chest, desperately hoping he did it again.
And he did. Harder. Longer.
“Ohhhhh!” she screamed.
“Mmmm,” he murmured. “So good, little girl.”
“Yes,” she rasped. “Oh, yes .”
It almost came out as a question. How could it be that his hard pinches led to such consuming pleasure? In the wake of his abuse, her nipples tingled and warmed, developing into arrows of sensation with her sex as the target. When they struck, she moaned deeply again.
“Well, well, well,” he drawled. “My little rose has a penchant for thorns, too.”
She rocked her torso, craving more of the friction. “Yes, Sir.” The sensation of his fingers on her flesh, intensified by the pressure from her corset, was erotic, exquisite, incredible. “Ohhhh. It’s so good.”
“And going to get even better. I promise.”
He had a damn strange way of proving it. When he finished the vow by rising up and away from her, Tess whined in protest.
“Breathe, sweet one.” Though underlined by gentleness, the words were nails of command. “And trust me.”
He moved off toward her right with steps sure as a puma, making her head instinctually fall in that direction, too. Nevertheless, Tess nodded and replied, “I trust you, Sir. I do.”
His responding snarl pebbled her skin with fresh arousal. Then again as he uttered, “Perfect, little rose. So perfect.”
The enjoyment was short-lived. As he slid a hand down her torso and across her waist, Tess fought not to tense up. Mattie and Viv had inherited Mom’s cute, curvy build but she’d gotten her body type from Dad, meaning her figure had all the sex appeal of a tree. Never was she more aware of that fact than now. With every new inch Sexy glided over her nonexistent figure, she took another breath to combat the feeling that it wasn’t enough. That she wasn’t enough.
Dammit . Even here, even now, she wasn’t free from it all, was she? At least, thank God, he’d let her keep the corset on. There was hope, if she could impart the illusion of a figure…
Until she couldn’t.
“Wait.” His mandate, sharp but flirty, alerted her instinct to his next motion—the tug he gave to the cords dangling between her breasts. The corset fell free from her torso, returning her
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