Page 23 of The Tycoon

“I want to make sure you’re good and ready for me, Princess, so I’m going to touch you…and kiss you…lick you…and I might even bite you here and there. But don’t worry, you’ll love every second of this. I promise I’ll be gentle but there will come a point where your little moans and pleas will be too much for me. When that moment comes, I want you to twist your little hands into this blanket and let go, because I will feast. Don’t think, don’t hold back…just let go, and give yourself to me. Do you understand?”

Opening my eyes, I meet his sultry gaze. I can barely nod my head.Holy fuck.I'm so turned on by his little speech.

“I understand, Sir,” I reply, my voice not more than a whisper.

“Good girl,” he says, giving me the sweetest kiss.

His lips linger for a handful of heartbeats before he pulls away. Trailing a line of tender kisses, he moves along my jaw and down the side of my neck. Leaning my head, I give him full access. He hums an approval, pressing his warm mouth over my pulse point. Biting down gently, he begins to suckle upon my skin. I laugh softly at the tickling sensation of his tongue. He’s marking me like I’m his teenage sweetheart, but I don’t care. Ihope he leaves more before he’s through. I want visual reminders of where he’s been.

Lifting my hand from the bed, I play with his dark brown locks.

Stopping his lustful attack, he abruptly pulls away from my neck.

“No.This is aboutyou,Dolly,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck. “Keep your hands on the bed. Just enjoy the pleasure I’m giving you. Soon enough, I will take mine…but this? This is all for you. Understood?”

My heart skips from the strained, dark tone to his voice. It sends a shiver from the base of my skull all the way down to my tailbone.

“Yes, Sir...I understand.”

Praising me with a sweet phrase, he returns his attention to my throat. Swiping his tongue over the love mark, he moves an inch lower to give me another one. This time, the bite of his teeth is a little deeper, the sharpness elicits a surprised gasp.

Easing his teeth, he licks my skin in what I consider to be an apology. Giving the tender spot a kiss, he hums softly.

“You will get to a point where you like the pain, Princess,” he says, his left hand moving to the opposite side of my body. His fingertips trail lines of fire from my collarbone down to my breast. My eyes watch intently as they dance along the swell, his touch causing my nipple to harden into a needypebble.

“There’s a fine line between pleasure,” he continues, skimming the pad of his middle finger over my nipple.

He teases it, slowly circling the tip of his finger. I shudder from the feather-light sensation, a desperate moan bubbles from my throat. I’m mesmerized by the vision of him touching me and the way my body is responding. I’m so starved for affection that he already has me aching, I can feel myself growing more wet with every pass.

“And pain,” he husks.

Without warning, he roughly pinches my nipple between his middle finger and thumb. I cry out from the intense zing, my torso instinctively arches. He holds it firmly as I cry, then moves his thumb as if he wants to snap his fingers. The rough action adds another layer of consuming pain that radiates over my entire breast. My gaze moves to his, my face twisting in shock.

“Shh…it’s ok. You’re ok. You’re holding your breath, Princess. Breathe. Breathe through it,” he commands.

I blink at him before I realize that he is right. Taking in a breath through my nose, I focus on the burning sensation in my breast before pushing the breath out of my mouth. I don’t know what kind of spell he has put me under, but the pain morphs into a tender tickle that is damn near pleasurable.

“Good girl. That’s what I want you to do from now on, ok? When something is uncomfortable or painful, just breathethrough it.”

Nodding my head, I can’t help but smile from his words of wisdom. I have a feeling he’s trying to teach me a coping technique that I can use outside of the bedroom as well. God, he really does want to take care of me. It makes my desperation for him all the more intense.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

Placing a loving kiss against my neck, he gives me a wink before moving his head to my pained tit. Pursing his lips together, he pushes out a stream of warm air. It flows over my nipple, erasing the rest of the discomfort from the pinch like magic.How does he know what to do?

“Probably from all the orgies,” I say at full volume.

My body freezes as I register my own words. I can’t believe I actually said that aloud. Oh my God.

Meeting my eyes, a curious look falls over Sutton’s handsome face. Quirking his head, he lets out a small chuckle.

“Probably from all the orgies, Princess? Excuse me?” he asks in disbelief.

Widening my eyes, I begin to stutter as I think of a good lie. I don’t think he would appreciate me thinking that he hosts huge orgies in his impeccably maintained condo.

“I...I’m sorry…a random thought just popped into my head!” I exclaim.

Narrowing his eyes, he huffs an icy laugh. Annoyancepeppers his expression, I’m not sure if he believes me.