Page 32 of Shane: His to Possess

“A taste test.” Mia’s stomach clenched with nerves as she lowered her head. His cock twitched in her hand where she grasped him at the base. Feeling a bit faint, she looked up when he put his hand on her head.

“If you aren’t ready, that can wait.”

She nodded. “I know, but I want to.” Oddly enough, she did, and not because of some self-delusional bullshit that she was gaining favor with him to lull him into relaxing his guard. For the first time ever, she wanted to take a man into her mouth. He made her feel safe enough to try, and wasn’t that the most fucked up thing ever, considering how he had taken her from her life a week ago?

Her breathing went shallow as she neared the head, and she closed her eyes. For a second, Mia just breathed in and out, forcing back the fear that threatened to consume her. Heart hammering in her ears, she decided that easing into it would only prolong her anxiety. With one last deep breath for courage, she opened her mouth and slid his cock between her lips.

Everything went dark for half a second. Panic made it impossible to breathe and nausea rose in her stomach. Inevitably, she couldn’t help but remember the first time Aldo had overpowered her despite fierce resistance and forced his dick inside her mouth.

A jerking gasp escaped her, and she was about to pull away when he started stroking her gently with his hand on her head. Slowly, her respiration regulated, and she was able to focus on the taste and feel of him inside her mouth.

He was a little salty, with the faintest hint of musk, but not unpleasant. As he stroked her head like she was a skittish colt, a small, but steady stream of pre-ejaculate oozed onto her tongue. When she wiggled it against the underside of his head, the flow increased.

“Like that, baby.” He thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, but not in a way that frightened her. “Lick the tip.”

Mia swirled her tongue around the corona before pressing the broadside against his slitted tip. Shane grunted and bucked against her face when she pressed more forcefully before applying suction.

It was a surprise when he suddenly pushed her away. She looked up at him, trying to hide her confusion and embarrassment. Had she done something wrong? With Aldo, she had never made an effort to learn any technique or try to please him. He had roughly raped her mouth, holding her head still and forcing her to accept his shaft. Her sadistic shithead of a stepbrother had always laughed when she had choked as he rammed into the back of her throat, seeming to enjoy hurting her.

As though reading her mind, he cupped her face, rubbing a thumb across her lips, which were slightly swollen from her recent activities. “That felt so good, I was about to lose it. I’d rather be inside you.”

Mia nodded, sitting up and taking his hands as he shifted slightly so she could sit on his lap at the right angle. She closed her eyes as his cock slipped inside her slit, finding no resistance. She couldn’t believe how good it felt in this position, aided by the slickness of the water, and she moaned as she circled her hips.

“You like that, baby?”

She nodded, clutching his shoulders as she grinded down against his upward thrust. “Feels like I could come any second.”

He grinned. “Go right ahead. Have as many orgasms as you want, sweet thing. I love how it feels when your pussy tightens around me, milking my cock.”

His filthy talk should have disgusted her, but there was a strong note of tenderness underlying the words. As always, he was the most dangerous to her equilibrium when he was being gentle and sweet. She squeezed her inner muscles as she rode him. “I want to be on top all the time.”

He shook his head. “Nah, I can’t let you do that. I like being on top, too.”

She pouted. “But it’s so good.”

“Hell yeah, but it’s fucking amazing when your tight little cunt is underneath me, and your whole body is writhing and pushing against mine.” He gripped her hips to drag her tighter against him until his balls slapped her ass and made a small splash in the tub. “I love when you come underneath me. It’s like conquering you and fucking you at the same time.”

Mia’s sheath contracted as an orgasm swept over her. She cried out when he deliberately dragged the ridge of his cock against her g-spot to ratchet up her release. “I’m…conquering…you.” She couldn’t find more words as she dug her fingers into his shoulders and rubbed against him to prolong her release.

“Baby, you conquered me the moment our eyes met in that restaurant.” Shane surged inside her, his erection tightening before it started to spasm. Jets of his hot release splashed her insides a second later as he jerked under her, his hips moving at a frantic pace. “I knew you were meant to be mine.”

In the haze of passion, and the aftermath of her shattering climax, Mia couldn’t dismiss his assertions out-of-hand. Pressed against him, their bodies fused and their fluids mingling, she could see the logic in his way of thinking. How could something so amazing come from something so horrible just randomly? Had they been meant to meet or was that some fanciful crap he told himself to make it okay to kidnap her and keep her as his sex slave?

Mia was too sated to give it much thought or argue with him. Instead, she managed to press an off-center kiss to his lips and sink against him as the water slowly cooled around them. She’d worry about this alarming change in the tone of their relationship later. Much, much later, she decided, as Shane’s erection began to harden inside her again, letting her know he was already ready for round two.

11

She managed to avoid thinking about it for the next four days. It turned out to be pretty easy because Shane kept her in bed for most of that time. If he wasn’t gone or doing whatever business a gangster handled—and she couldn’t imagine it had much to do with marketing or public relations, but probably involved some accounting—he had her on the bed, in the tub, on the couch, or against the wall.

He even took her once in the solarium in the middle of breakfast. She’d offered a token protest at the ability of anyone to see them but had soon forgotten her objections when his hand traveled under her skirt to stroke her bare mound. Forgoing panties had been her idea, but he’d loved the discovery so much that he’d forbidden her to wear them at all after that.

She’d pretended to mind and had argued but had acquiesced fairly easily. Mainly because she enjoyed the sensation of different, or no, fabrics against her bare lips, and also because there was something deliciously naughty about teasing him with the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing underwear—especially when he was about to go somewhere and had no time for sex.

To her chagrin, they had settled into an easy relationship full of teasing and witty banter. It should scare her to be so relaxed with her captor, but Mia was having more and more difficulty remembering all the reasons she hated being at his mercy as the days passed.

He surprised her that afternoon with an announcement that had her eyes widening with surprise. Mia tilted her head. “Are you sure?”

Shane frowned. “You don’t like the ballet?”