Page 19 of Pandora's Pleasure

My moan betrayed me as I arched my back, giving myself over to him, revealing it was easy to want this intimacy. I needed this release more than anything, even though my mind waged a war against the sensations tearing through me.

It wasn’t my fault that it was feeling this good. He’d captured me in this house. Tied me down…made me want him. Each time he entered the room Damien left me spellbound.

No, you hate him.

Then why did I want to know how it would feel when he was buried deep inside me? On top of me, entering me, riding me into a state of bliss.

Oh, God, please don’t let it hurt too much.

“You’re so damn wet, Pandora.” The raw craving in his voice revealed he was just as turned on by my squirming.

“Faster,” I pleaded.

He ignored that and continued the leisurely pace he’d set with a fingertip on my clit. “No one’s ever touched you here?”

“No.”

“I’m glad I’m your first.”

I arched my back with a gasp when he finally relented and set a faster rhythm, his fingers exploring my dampness but not entering me.

I shook my head, whipping my long hair from side to side, wanting more and unable to hide the rising desire that snatched away every last ounce of resistance.

His other hand eased down the bodice of my dress, allowing a nipple to find its freedom. “Do you want me to stop?” His flicking finger slowed on my swollen clit.

“No!” I moaned, not caring about the rules. Or what was expected. This…this was exquisite, and I was free of blame because he’d seduced me.

“Are you mine, Pandora?” He slowed the rhythm again in a tease.

“I am.”

“And good girls get to come hard.” His fingertip moved slowly but the pressure was more intense.

Close to fainting, I tried to follow what he was saying, his voice luring me into a trance.

“I want you,” I said, gasping.

His mouth came crashing down on my nipple and he drew my areola into his mouth, suckling it, sending a luxurious thrill radiating all the way down to my pussy.

My body detonated with the flicking of his tongue on my breast in unison with his finger beating my clit. All coherent thought was gone. All I knew were the sensations bursting through me, surging through my blood vessels like oxygen itself, a life force that couldn’t be averted. I reveled in the way he overpowered me, exulting in his control.

If this was suffering, I welcomed it.

Blistering pleasure had me trembling uncontrollably, my own gasps sounding foreign to my ears.

As I came down from my orgasm, he slowed the rhythm of his touch, seemingly respectful of how sensitive my clit felt after his stroking. Shuddering still, I turned my eyes on him as he withdrew his hand and sat up.

My breathing was still ragged.

“Did you like me playing with your pussy?” he asked huskily.

I blushed at the way his mouth so easily formed those filthy words.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the wet tips seductively as though exploring a rare delight. The sticky sensation I felt between my thighs from watching him made me even more flustered.

“You’re not quite ready to be fucked hard, Pandora. Not the way I would like. But soon enough.”

A long moan of regret tore through me. Should Damien have wanted to fuck me I’d have let him. I missed his touch already.