Page 9 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

THAT'S MINE

CAM

I pull her back towards me, sliding my hands down to her arse and squeezing as I lower my mouth to hers once again. She comes easily, arching her back as she presses her breasts against my chest and sucks my tongue into her mouth.

Fuck she's a good kisser.

She tugs my tie, trying to undo it while her lips are still locked with mine, and I chuckle before helping her with the knot. She pulls it off and then gets to work on the buttons of my shirt, her hands moving quickly.

"Too many clothes," she murmurs, sounding frustrated.

"Sorry we can't all walk around in leather dresses with zips and no panties, sweetheart."

She steps back to grin at me, yanking the zip down on her dress and releasing those perfect breasts once again. "That's a shame, because you would definitely already be naked by now if that was the case."

I shrug my shirt off and make short work of my shoes and pants, unable to look away from her perfect body which is now on full display. Her dress is on the floor, and other than those sky-high black stilettos, she's completely naked.

If I was on the fence about fucking her before, I'm well and truly onboard now, my cock at full attention in front of me.

Her eyes slowly run over my tattoo, from my wrist all the way to my pec.

Her breath seems shallow as she reaches between her legs to rub her clit and letting out a soft little moan.

I close the distance between us, pulling her hand away and glaring down at her.

"That's mine," I tell her, pushing her back against the door and dropping to my knees in front of her.

Grabbing her thigh, I throw her leg over my shoulder and suck her clit into my mouth. She gasps, then moans again, and I look up to see her head fall back against the door, her eyes fluttering closed.

"God, you have a very skilful tongue, Mr Collins."

I move my head back a fraction. "If you insist on being formal, I'd prefer sir, if you don't fucking mind." I bury my face back between her legs and she cries out, gripping my hair painfully with one hand.

"Fuck, sir, please," she whimpers, and I slide two fingers into her pussy. "Oh, God."

She begins to ride my face, and I tighten my grip on her hips, holding her still as I pull away again.

"I'll decide when you come, Imogen. Not the other way around."

She holds my gaze as she whines, but stops moving. I return to my previous position, but only suck lightly, deciding I'm going to edge her. I want to see her completely lose control.

She pants, and I can feel the tension running through her as she fights to keep herself completely still.

I can tell she's used to taking direction, and that makes me far more excited than I would have thought.

I may not be an arsehole, but I have always been fairly dominant in the bedroom, and knowing she can take it fills me with raw, unbridled need.

I begin sucking harder, feeling her body start to shudder as her pussy tightens around my fingers still buried inside her. Just as she's about to tip over the edge, I pull my hand away along with my mouth.

"Nooo," she moans, and I chuckle.

"I might not be wearing a black mask, Imogen, but I'll turn you into such a shaking mess that you won't even notice we're the only ones in the room."

Her chest rises and falls quickly, the growing orgasm receding, and her eyes narrow.

We stay like that for a few heart beats, before I return to her clit.

I start off by giving her pussy a teasing lick, avoiding her clit for a few minutes.

Once I finally suck it back into my mouth and swirl my tongue over it, she moans again, and I increase the pressure until she's right back on the edge again, only to deny her orgasm once more.

"You're evil," she mumbles, and I chuckle.

"I'm in no hurry for this to end." I watch for the change in her breathing to signal that this second attempted orgasm is easing, before moving in once more.

"Please," she begs, her legs trembling while I suck harder and drive my fingers into her pussy.

She's so wet that I can hear sucking sounds with each withdrawal. I almost let her come this time, and I can tell the moment she thinks the edging has stopped as her eyes flash in triumph, and she opens her mouth to cry out. I pull away, and she actually growls at me, delighting me even more.

"You're into torture, then?" she asks, her chest heaving.

I get to my feet and lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. "It would seem so. Think you can take it?"

She glowers at me, but nods. "Yes, sir."

"Good." I turn us and move back towards the bed, putting her down on the edge of the mattress.

Pushing her back gently, I lower myself to suck her nipple between my teeth as I run a finger teasingly over her clit. Her whimpers grow louder, but I don't increase the pressure, keeping her on the edge for so long I'm surprised she doesn't kick me out of pure frustration.

She is an expert in submission, refusing to give in to the need I can feel running through her.

After I've denied her two more times, I decide to stop being a dick, and bury my face between her legs once again.

The orgasm arrives finally, and my face ends up covered in her release as she squirts.

"Holy fuck!" Her back arches clean off the bed as her legs clamp around my head, holding me still as her body convulses under the strength of the orgasm running through her.

It takes a few minutes for her to calm down, and after I clean my face off with a tissue, I look around, wondering where the condoms are. Annika had said they'd provide one if I decided to participate, but she's not here to hand one over.

Looking up at me through hooded eyes, Imogen nods towards the set of drawers beside the bed. I get up off my knees and yank it open, finding a drawer full of condoms.

I pull one out, ripping the wrapper open with my teeth to pull the latex free and rolling it down over my cock.

"Roll over, and move to the centre of the bed," I tell her, and she moves to follow my instructions, rolling onto her stomach and inching towards the middle of the bed.

I grab one of the pillows from the head of the bed, lifting her so that I can slide it beneath her hips. Leaning forward to wrap her hair around my fist, I pull back gently so that I can kiss her as I slide inside her.

She moans against my lips as I begin to move my hips back and forth slowly, keeping her head pulled back at just the right angle so that it won't hurt her, but she's forced to submit to me.

I want this to last forever, but she's so warm and tight that I end up losing control, fucking her hard into the bed.

I slip my hand down to her shoulder, releasing the hold on her head but still holding her up so that her back is arched and her arse is at just the right angle for me to bury myself deep.

"Fuck, I'm going to come again, sir," she cries.

"Good. I want to hear you scream again," I grind out, driving myself even harder into her.

Her pussy grips me tight as the orgasm bears down on her, and she screams as she comes, pulling me over the edge with her.

I groan as my own orgasm rockets through me, but I keep fucking her through the tremors, wanting this to last for as long as possible.

Once we're both done, I lower myself to rest my forehead on her shoulder and catch my breath, not wanting to crush her under my weight.

"You are full of surprises, Ca-Mr Collins," she says, catching herself.

"Please, for the love of all that's holy, just call me Cam."

She turns to smile at me over her shoulder. "Yes, sir."

My cock twitches inside her and her smile grows wider.

"You're playing dirty, aren't you?" I tell her, yanking her arse back into me, and she gasps.

"Maybe. Is it working?"

I grind myself against her, the friction already helping me grow harder again. "Yes."