She shook her head and pressed her lips together. I smiled, what a little glutton. “You want me to tease you? Is that it?” I rubbed myself along her folds slowly, watching as shivers racked through her body.
“Yes, Master. Please tease me.”
Her fucking incredible tits heaved out of the black corset and she shuddered uncontrollably against me. I leaned in and did just what I saw myself doing earlier—burying my face in them. Fuck! She was so soft and warm and smelled like vanilla and cherries. If I had died right then I would die happy.
“Please,” she said again, pulling me from the reverie of her rack.
“Please what, Belle?”
Her eyes fluttered closed as I ground myself against her. “Please…” she trailed off into a string of moans. I kept grinding against her and leaned in to suck on her pink nipple. First I took it between my teeth, flicking it back and forth with my tongue. That got me quite a few more moans and sighs. Then, I sucked on it hard, harder than the average person would like. I sucked hard enough to make Belle beg for more. When I pulled away a ring of pinkish, bruised flesh stayed behind.
“Please, Master,” she said when I looked up. “I want you to fuck me.”
I obliged her wide-eyed request, slamming my full length deep into her tight, perfect cunt. Fuck! She was so hot, so wet, if I wasn’t careful I’d come way before I was ready to stop fucking her.
“Tell me when you’re close, Belle,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said, grinding herself against me as I held her fast to the wall with my hips.
“You’ve got the sweetest little cunt I’ve ever seen, Belle,” I whispered to her.
Belle moaned, arching her back into each of my thrusts. “I’m getting close, Master.”
I put my hand to her throat. First gently, astonished at how soft and supple her skin was, and how easily I could fit her entire neck in my hand. Then I applied slow, even pressure. “Are you going to come for me, Belle?” She nodded. “Good, I want you to come for me. I want to see you come like this. I want to see you come harder than you ever have before.”
A tremendous orgasm ripped through her—eyes rolled up, body thrashing into mine. She came so hard, I could feel her tightening around my cock.
And that was it for me. I exploded into her, coming harder and longer than I ever had before.
I let go of her neck, slowly, gently so she wouldn’t get a head rush or pass out. Then I let go of her wrists and held her close to me until she started to breathe normally.
Chapter Seven
Belle
I knew he was a natural, I thought to myself as I heaved against his chest, catching my breath. I knew he was, and yet somehow I hadn’t expected him to be so good at it. Like right now, this was aftercare done right—but how did he know to do it? How did he know how to squeeze a throat but not make a bruise?
I also knew as soon as he put his hand to my throat that I could trust him completely and that feeling of letting go, of putting trust so entirely in someone else was so intimate, so freeing.
So fucking hot.
My mind raced through all the things I wanted to show him, teach him, all the ways I wanted to please him. But they would have to wait. I couldn’t do any of those things in a library.
“Belle?” he said my name so softly, so gently, it was almost like he’d turned my given name into a pet name.
“Mmm?”
“Do you need anything? Water? Food?”
I smiled into his chest. “No, but thank you. That’s very thoughtful and exactly what a good Dom should do.”
“Do you think you can stand on your own?”
I nodded and he guided me down the wall. “Ooooh,” I said as my thighs were freed of his hips and finally in a neutral position.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes, just a little sore. Nothing to worry about.” I picked up my dress, or rather what was left of my dress, and tried to make it look like it hadn’t been ripped off me by a sexy, gorgeous beast of a man. It was no use. The ball gown was ruined, torn nearly in half in the heat of the moment.