Owning Arabella by Shirl Anders

she stunned him again, and then humbled him, by taking a firmer grip with her slender fingers around his throbbing bulky width.
    "Let me see you," she whispered, reaching for the blindfold. "I want to see you," she murmured, holding him enslaved against his will with her hand around his aroused cock. How could he think clearly? How could she want to see him? How could he stop her? But her hand was already there, and he did not stop her. Wanting so fiercely to believe.
    Arabella's normally golden eyes glowed amber with her languid passion as she lifted the blindfold and looked up at him. She did not look at his cock held so warmly in her hand, but at his marred face. And Darth found within her golden-amber irises not one hint of distaste for the face that she gazed at so closely. It was then and only then that she stroked his cock, turning her gaze down to it.
    Instantly he saw the hunger and desire lighting her eyes and the thrill of that insight lifted his chest sharply. She desired him . . . she wanted his cock, even though he had forced his sexuality onto her so thoroughly. Beneath his gaze her nipples beaded tight and her hips shifted restlessly as her palm and fingers tested his length with a solid sure stroke that brought a groan from his lips. She'd learned her lessons well from watching his depravity earlier and now wonderfully she used it against him.
    The ardent groan that spilled from Darth's lips thrilled Arabella's femininity thoroughly. She finally had powerful control over her dark Earl, and she feasted on it. She had long since admitted to herself that she wanted Darth completely. She wanted anything and everything that he could do to her and that they could do together. Never in her life had she felt as alive as when she was with him. He bullied her and he coerced her, yet it was always ultimately for her pleasure. What man could do the things to a woman as Darth had done to her and not care?
    Yet at this precise moment she'd not thoughts for any of it, but the tempting male organ in her hand. Its fleshy red coloring belayed its strength and power. This was not a piece of pliable flesh. It was sturdy and vigorous. So long. So thick. Her sex ached deeply as the circle of her hand pulled and pressed around its stoutness. Each draw she stroked along the wide shaft brought the head upward and the crease in its center mesmerized her. Darth groaned harshly as his angular hips moved with her pumping hand. Then small bits of creamy substance oozed from the tender slit, making her gasp as her sex began to ache unbearably. That yearning sensation deep inside her was the torment building between her thighs. That clutching torment that had a master and salvation now. She held part of that master in her hand, worshiping it and loving it.
    Darth's lean belly drew inward, outlining powerful ridges of sinew, as his muscular chest expanded and his hands curled into fists at his sides. The sight of his beautiful masculine strength undulating with the stroking of her hand delighted her senses beyond compare. Then she knew where the torment was drawing her. She knew where her free hand and tongue craved to be. The crease drew her tongue and Darth's male sacks drew her hand.
    " Arabella ," Darth gasped as Arabella's delicate pink tongue licked the crease in the head of his cock. "Christ," he further panted as her hand cupped his balls, lifting and squeezing them.
    When he finally unclenched his eyelids, his gaze was arrested by the sight and feel of Arabella lavishly licking her tongue around the head of his cock. This had to be every man's sweeping erotic fantasy and the fact that Arabella laved her tongue on his cock, he with his scarred and hapless visage, staggered him. In addition to the wonderfully powerful pleasure she reaped over him, making him groan outrageously, as her pretty blush lips tested the shape of the bulbous head.
    He was confident that he'd never felt anything as resplendent as he tested Arabella's eager