Licking her lip anxiously, she lay back on the bed and did what he said.
“That’s right,” he said, placing one knee on the mattress. He put the tip of his finger at her entrance, his jaw going hard. “You’re right. You don’t need anything. You’re nice and warm and wet,” he said gruffly. She bit her lip as he slid one side of the arch into her channel. She whimpered when he found her clit with his thumb, rubbing it once in a hard, tight circle, before he placed the other end of the arch on top of it.
He stood again, flipping the covers over her. “I’ll be right back,” he told her before he punched a button on the remote control. Emma started slightly as the vibrator buzzed to life, stimulating her. She stared covetously at the rear view of Vanni as he stalked out of the room to the walk-in closet, utterly insouciant and confident in his nudity.
He disappeared behind the door. She thought about what he wanted her to do. Her anxieties were free to surface. She recalled hiding in that armoire and hearing the subdued yet lewd sounds of Astrid giving him what sounded like strenuous, enthusiastic oral sex. She’d sounded quite expert.
He’d probably been with some of the most accomplished lovers in the world.
The sensation of the buzzing vibrator fractured her anxious ruminations. The instrument was starting to warm. Or she was. It wouldn’t be so bad, would it? She certainly coveted Vanni’s cock a lot more than she had Colin’s. It was so beautiful, just like the rest of him, long and straight and thick. His testicles were the image of male virility, round and full, the sac gloving them tightly. The crown made her mouth water, so fat and luscious looking. She recalled how that thick, delineated rim felt beneath her lips. He hadn’t let her feel it with her tongue just now, but he would give it to her . . . soon.
She moved restlessly on the bed, becoming aroused by the vibrator and her thoughts. If she became turned on enough, maybe her anxiety wouldn’t get in the way and she wouldn’t disappoint him?
A rustling resounded from the depths of the closet. He was preoccupied for the moment. She hastily picked up the remote control and turned it to a higher speed. She moaned softly at the increase in stimulation. It felt so good. She set down the remote and shoved a hand beneath the covers. She pressed quickly on the end of the vibrator next to her clit, sighing in pleasure.
The stimulation suddenly eased and she opened her eyes.
Vanni stood next to the bed, his finger on the remote. His expression looked hard, but his eyes were alight.
He flipped back the sheet, and she moved her hand away from her pussy hastily.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked amusedly, sitting at the edge of the bed, his hip brushing against hers. His gaze moved over her, striking her, as usual, as cool and assessing and yet hot and scorching at once. His stare lingered on her breasts. Her nipples were very tight. “Never mind,” he said dry. “I have my answer.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“I don’t. This time.” He met her stare. “I know that I let you have the controls the first time I used this vibrator on you, but I usually won’t. I want you to let me be the one control it. You said you wanted to please me before. That will. I want to know I’m responsible for your pleasure. Do you understand?”
Her channel clamped around the vibrator. She shifted her hips at the stab of arousal that went through her.
“Yes,” she said honestly. He wanted to control her pleasure, the strength of it, the rate of it . . . the moment of detonation. That was what would please him. She was beginning to realize it would please her, too. Very much.
A smile flickered across his lips.
“Good. Now switch places with me,” he instructed.
She rolled over, and he shifted to where she’d been, propping several pillows behind his back. For the first time, she saw that he held a small, clear bottle in one hand. He leaned back, his long legs bent and spread before him. “Come here.” He gestured between his legs. “Kneel in front of me.”
“Like this?” she asked a moment later, her knees bent, her bottom resting on her calves, her body upright.
“Yes. Put your hands on your thighs and arch your back,” he added, eyeing her.
His gaze flickered over her breasts and belly when she took the position. She would have felt self-conscious about sitting there like that naked, her hands in her lap, her breasts thrust forward. It was a submissive pose, there was no doubt about it. But the vibrator was buzzing at her sensitive flesh, and Vanni was like a visual feast in front of her—an entire spread of gilded skin, hard muscle, and tumescent sex. And besides, she saw the way his gaze heated as he inspected her. He was pleased.
And so was she.
“You’re very beautiful.” She smiled because she heard the note of awed sincerity in his gruff voice.
“Did the vibrator stay in place?” he asked.
“Right on target.”
His lips tilted at her quick response.
His hand opened, and he set the bottle of what she assumed was lubricant on the mattress. What was he going to do with that? He reached for his cock.
Her eyes widened when he looped something around the tip—a sort of thin black lasso. He pushed the flexible lasso down several inches of his cock. She blinked in amazement and looked up at him.
“Is that like a cock ring?” she asked hesitantly. She knew about cock rings. She was a nurse, after all, and had done training in an emergency room. It wasn’t every day that a man presented with a cock ring ER nightmare, but they happened, and she’d been a witness to two, and heard tales of others.