Phoebe’s whole body tightened. She was close. He hadn’t had to do more than spank her, clamp her, and talk dirty to her.
“You like that, Phoebe. You want them all to know. Tell me what they’ll know on that plane.” He wanted to hear her talk dirty, too.
“That I’m yours.” She moaned when he toyed with those tortured nipples. Their color had deepened and he was going to have to release her soon.
He found her clit, starting to rub circles. “Not just mine. You’re my little fuck toy. Say it.”
“I’m your little fuck toy. I’m yours. I’m here for your pleasure, Sir. I want to take you any way that pleases you.”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” It was the truth. Her pleasure meant everything to him. He could play with words, but she was the sun in his sky. It was why the words got her so hot. They were play. She wasn’t a fuck toy. She was everything. He rubbed her clit faster, feeling her breath pick up, her hips start to move against his hand. “Come for me. You come for me now.”
She shivered and shook, her whole body tightening and then releasing. She cried out and then relaxed. Her arousal coated his fingers.
He sucked them inside, reveling in her tangy sweet taste. “Now comes the fun part. Now you’re going to give me everything I want.”
Her whole body ached but in the sweetest way possible. Despite the orgasm that was still thrumming through her system, she was deeply aware that he hadn’t come. While the feeling was sweet, there was a disconnect. She wanted to come with him inside her, giving as much as she got.
“Don’t scream.” His blue eyes stared down at her, the slightest amusement on his face. “This is going to hurt a little.”
He unscrewed the nipple sticks and her breasts came free.
Pain flared, whipping through her tortured flesh, and it was all she could do to hold in the shout that threatened.
Bastard. Sadist. Asshole.
He chuckled and then he was kissing her right where it hurt. His tongue came out to soothe her. His lips and his tongue eased the ragged edge of pain. His hands caressed her and she could feel his leg against hers. Not to mention the plug he’d worked into her ass. She could feel that, too.
The images he’d put in her head were just as hot. She couldn’t help it. She really did get turned on by dirty talk and by thinking about people watching her. The idea of Jesse watching her with another man did nothing for her. She didn’t want anyone but Jesse, but she couldn’t get the performance fantasy out of her head. When he talked about showing her off, she felt confident and sexy in a way she never had before.
It was counter to everything she’d thought about sex, but somehow Jesse made the dirtiest things seem intimate and loving. Maybe he was right and there was no wrong way to love. Maybe there was simply their way. Hers and Jesse’s.
“I love the way you squirm.” He moved to the other nipple, lavishing it with affection as his hand moved between her legs.
“You love making me squirm and whine and beg.” Though when she really thought about it, it wasn’t so much he made her as he allowed her a safe place to do all the things she’d never even known she wanted to do. He gave her a place to explore and discover sides of her sexuality that would have stayed hidden forever had she not met this man.
“I do. I’m going to make you do it again.” He rubbed his face between her breasts, breathing in her scent before he started to kiss his way down her body. “I’m going to make you beg me to shove my cock in your ass. Do you want your Master’s cock in your ass?”
“Sure.” She said it in a way that was utterly unsure.
He chuckled. “I see I have some work to do. Let me put it to you this way. That little starter orgasm is all you’re going to get until you beg me.” He worked his way down until his face was right at her pussy. He looked up her body, his eyes catching hers. “How long do you think you can hold out on me?”
She was kind of afraid of the whole anal thing. “Maybe longer than you think.”
He turned his face back down, staring right at her pussy. Again, it should have made her deeply uncomfortable since she’d never really thought of a pussy as being something a person would want to stare at, but somehow Jesse made it hot. His fingers traced her from the top of her clitoris all around. Just a light touch. It was enough to remind her just how good it could feel. “I think you want it deep down.”