Sugar Dust by Raven ShadowHawk Page A

only intensified the gratification.
    Dan stood, stroking both hands along her thighs on the way. He left his hands at hip level and leaned in, kissing her again, long and deep. “How’s your neck?”
    The question caught her off guard, focused as she was on the cool smoothness of the egg. “Fine, I guess.”
    “Oh. Guess I didn’t bite hard enough.”
    Before she could disagree, he lowered his head to the skin between her neck and shoulder and bit down.
    “Oh, God. Fuck.” Karen shook beneath the explosion of pain, her spread-legged stance robbing her of stability. Her hands shifted atop her head and only rigid discipline kept them there.
    Sometimes pain was a punishment, a way to pay her back for being cheeky. At other times, like this, the pain ran alongside pleasure and turned simple sensations into a bewildering mix of heightened carnality. His rough fingertips captured her hips, steadying her. Ten points of electric contact against her skin squeezing and digging in deep When her knees buckled, Karen moaned a little thank you as he held her steady and stretched her neck until the back of her head touched the wall. It opened up her body to him, a physical demonstration of her desire to give him everything. Far too soon Dan released his grip. He licked the sore area then stepped back with a smug grin. Karen flopped against the wall panting. Her thoughts struggled to form, like wading through damp cotton wool.
    “Pull your underwear up, Kaz.”
    It took several tries to do so, with hands shaking like those of her arthritic grandmother. When done, she touched the side of her throat. “I only meant it wasn’t too sore, Sir.”
    He shrugged. “I know.” One hand slipped into his pocket.
    Seconds later, Karen felt the dull vibration of the bullet as it sprang to life inside her. She released a deep breath. A flutter of panic tightened her lungs. “You’re not going to leave that going all day, are you?”
    “I might.”
    “Fuck, I can’t—I can’t think. Please.”
    “Maybe an hour or two.”
    She moaned. No way could she endure an hour of torment, not after that bite. She’d come just from the pressure of anticipation. “But my transcripts,” she babbled. “If we’re away all weekend I need to do some work.”
    Dan’s hand twitched in his pocket. The vibrations strengthened. Karen gave up on speaking. It was too hard, too much. Her neck throbbed. Her pussy clenched. One hand drifted toward her underwear.
    “Hey!” Dan’s voice snapped her back. “You know the rules.”
    “But that’s not fair.”
    “Life isn’t fair.”
    “Please! Just let me come once then I can do it. I can handle it then. Just once, please.” The shame of begging meant nothing. Not like this. She reveled in the degradation of it just as much as she savored the triumphant narrowing of Dan’s eyes. He had her and they both knew it.
    “No. Now tell me the rules.”
    Karen clenched her fists to keep them away from her aching groin. “No touching. No helping. No coming.”
    “Good girl.”
    The bullet clicked and became still. The sudden stillness made Karen’s legs buckle. She slid to the floor, knees drawn up to her chest. Eventually she managed to look up at Dan’s face. “Thank you, Sir.”
    Dan tossed his head, winked, and returned to the sofa and his laptop. Karen watched him for a moment before climbing back into her jeans. As she fastened them, the bullet roared once more, a long, pulsing rhythm that made her groan and twist her hips. “Screw you,” she yelled.
    “Later,” came the amused response.
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
     
    As Dan parked the car, he heard a low moan from the passenger side. He looked and saw Karen slumped against her seat belt, eyes closed, forehead sweaty. Though she might have argued, Dan had never seen her more beautiful or more desirable. While the car clicked, rumbled, and cooled he stared at her face and longed to touch her, bury himself inside her in every way possible. Instead, he