Jaimie glanced around to be sure they were alone.
“Look only at me.”
The sharp command made her jump. And made her pussy throbbed. She loved his deep baritone and the way it slid deep inside her and left her weak with desire. With her eyes on her Dom, Jaimie pulled her dress over her head and waited. He shifted on the bench and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out, standing tall. He took himself in hand and stroked.
“Suck my cock.” He removed his hand.
Jaimie eagerly knelt between his legs and slid her lips over his engorged head and down along his shaft, tracing the ropey veins with her tongue. He pulsed inside her mouth. She pulled back, grabbed his root with her right hand, her left brushing his balls.
He shuddered with each stroke of her mouth down along his impressive length, then again as she slid him almost out of her mouth. She sucked and stroked, and his hands fisted in her hair, guiding her.
He trembled beneath her. Knowing that she pleased him gave her a powerful urge to make him come. She tightened her lips, stroked him hard, long, and fast. His breathing grew ragged.
Don’t stop me
. She felt powerful, in control, and she wanted to give him this. Her own needs faded to the background. He’d been so good at making sure her needs were taken care of before seeing to his own. This time, she’d pleasure him first.
His groan turned into a loud moan as he thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair. Jaimie tasted him. He was close. She found his sensitive spot and pressed hard. With a cry, he jerked, his hips leaving the bench, his cock going rigid and his semen spurting out. She swallowed his salty essence.
And didn’t stop. She sucked his orgasm from him until he slumped against the bench with a deep, rumbling moan. Only then did she ease back. A sense of wonder filled her. Never had she ever brought a man to such shattering release with her mouth.
She waited on her knees for him to regain control.
Yep, powerful and in control.
Finally, her prince opened his eyes. He stood, his cock shiny with her saliva. He walked behind her.
“You made me come.” He leaned down to bite her on the shoulder.
Grinning, Jaimie nodded. “Yes, Sir. I did.”
“I didn’t give you permission to do that. I’ll have to punish you.” His fingers pinched her nipples. “I think you need to be spanked.”
She cried out, then shivered at the sound of his deep baritone. “I’m sorry, Sir. I thought you wanted to come.” She put a bit of fear in her voice to hide her intense desire. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, and her thighs grew damp as her pussy wept for his cock.
His hands slid down her shoulders. “Stand up and go behind the bench. You’re going to bend over and show me that pretty ass of yours.”
Jaimie did as ordered. She still wasn’t sure she was a fan of spanking, but last night had been incredibly good. She wiggled her ass and waited, holding her breath when his palms rubbed each cheek.
“You liked being spanked last night, didn’t you, my naughty slut.”
“Yes, Sir.” She bit down to muffle her yell when his palm smacked her ass.
“How many should I give you?” He rubbed her stinging flesh.
“Three.” She could handle that. She yelped. Number two was a bit harder.
“Hmm, I think you can handle five.”
“Five?” Once again, his hand came down. Jaimie gasped. “That was hard.” Her ass was definitely stinging.
“Just think about what comes next, princess.” He slid one finger inside her.
The combination of pain and incredible pleasure made her moan. When he administered number four, she was lost in the haze of desire. She arched her hips, presenting her ass to him.
“So nice and pink.” He pulled his finger out and stroked her abused flesh. “One more.”
He leaned over her, his mouth at her ear. “One more spank then I’m going to make you beg. He slipped two fingers into her. His other hand cupped her dangling breasts, his fingers playing with her hard nipples.
Oh god
. She pushed herself onto the fingers teasing her pussy. “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
He pulled his fingers away and kissed her, starting at the nape of her neck and slowly moving down her spine. “Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.” Jaimie was panting and trying to hold his fingers inside her, but he kept sliding them out, making her wait before entering her again.
“If I let you come, will you scream?” He slid his fingers into her hard and fast.
She bucked against his hand. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Sir,” she repeated, her voice rising as his fingers found her sensitive G-spot and pressed hard. “God.” She was ready. And desperate.
The sting of his palm caught her unaware, and she cried out, more from shock as she’d forgotten. The unexpected pain heightened the pleasure he stirred. She thrust her hips back, seeking more. She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast.
“Not yet. I want you wild.” His finger parted her curl-covered lips. He found her sensitive clit and touched her. Her buttocks clenched. “You want me to touch you and turn you into a wild woman?”
“Yes,” Jaime cried out. She tried to press herself against his finger but he shifted it, just enough that he still touched her but not with any pressure.
“Who’s in control, my lovely sub? Who’s the boss?” He stroked her lightly.
Jaimie panted and whimpered as he continued to tease her, with one finger at her clit and two brushing the slick opening to her pussy.
“Answer me.”
“You are.”
“That’s right. I’m in control.” He slid his fingers inside her. “And I’m going to bring you to the edge over and over and not let you come.”
Jaimie’s hips pumped against his fingers as they thrust in and out of her. His finger on her clit pressed then released, a steady beat that tore guttural moans from her.
“Please,” she begged, fighting to keep her body from splintering apart.
“Not yet, my naughty slut.” He stepped back, pulled her around to face him. “Lift your leg.” He tapped her left leg, lifted, and set it on the back of the bench.
Staring into his gleaming eyes, Jaimie panted, her body on fire, eager to see what he had planned. When he got down onto his knees, she whimpered. He had the sexiest mouth and the slickest tongue, and he knew how to pleasure her with both. His dark head against her blond curls pleased her more than it should. God, if only this man were truly her prince. She had the feeling he had set the bar impossibly high for any other man.
“You’d better hold on, princess,” he warned, glancing up at her.
Jaimie drew in a deep breath as his fingers parted her, sliding up her wet lips, opening her for his hungry gaze.
“You are so wet, so pink. Like strawberry ice cream. Do you like ice cream, Cinderella?”
His breath on her flesh was driving her crazy. “Yes!”
“Are you a licker?” He licked her pussy. “Or a biter?”
Jaimie gasped when he nipped her on one soft fold. “What?” How did he expect her to think, let alone talk when his face was pressed against her pussy?
He pulled back. “Do you lick your ice cream cone, swirling your tongue around the treat, or do you start at the top and bite into the ice cream?”
“I—I lick.”
“Good because I’m going to lick you and taste you.”
At the touch of his tongue lazily licking her up her slit and down, Jaimie forgot about being in the open, didn’t care if anyone happened upon them. She wanted what this man would and could give her. Each swirl of his tongue ramped up her need, but it wasn’t enough.
Feeling him edging close to her slit, she tensed. One hand held the back of the bench, the fingers of her other hand were tangled in his hair. Each time she thought his tongue was going to slide across her clit, he stopped and reversed directions.
“Noooo!” She bucked her hips forward, trying to get him to take her completely.
“I think you are melting, my sweet princess” His tongue slid around the entrance to her pussy, lapping up her juices. His fingers shifted, his thumbs brushing the sides of her clit as he pushed her lips apart further, exposing her aching nub.
“Please, Sir.”
“Please Sir, what?”
“Lick me—” A low scream escaped when the end of his tongue touched the tip of her clit.
“Like this?” Again, he touched her, his tongue swirling around and over her.
“Yes!” She was ready for the assault of his tongue to her clit, but he pulled back and stood.
“Not going to be that easy, princess.”
Jaimie wanted to cry. She wanted to scream and beg. He closed in, tipped her chin up, and kissed her, hard and deep. She tasted her essence on him and clung to him as he devoured her mouth. His tongue dominated hers, and his lips drew her tongue into his mouth.
She realized that they really hadn’t kissed during their time together. His kiss was possessive, demanding, and left no doubt as to who was in charge. His hands gripped her head, his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling lightly. She leaned into him, her arms holding him tight, her fingers weaving in and out of his hair and over the elastic of his mask.
With a harsh moan, he tore off her mask and pulled back. “Take off my mask, Cinderella. I want to see you when I make you scream. I want you to see me, see what you do to me.”
Holding her breath, Jaimie slid the mask up and off. And there he was. Her handsome prince with the most gorgeous face she’d ever seen. Thick, long black lashes framed those teal eyes. His nose and firm jaw with a deep cleft, smooth, honey-tanned skin made him the best-looking male she’d ever seen.
“You truly are a prince,” she said, running her fingers across each feature. “I love your eyes.” Right now, they were smoky with desire, and the intensity of his stare promised a ride to heaven.
Working quickly, he slid a condom down his engorged shaft, then his hands returned to her breasts. He pinched and played with her nipples until she moaned, then his palms were on her ass. “Hold on, princess.” He lifted her.
Jaimie wrapped her legs around him and cried out as he slid into her in one smooth stroke. In. Out. Slow and steady. Each inhale and exhale was a soft pant, echoed by his raspy breaths. His fingers dug into her ass, lifting her, pulling her back onto his cock. His mouth claimed hers once more. His hips stilled as he consumed her in a kiss unlike any she’d ever had. It was as though some hidden passion had broken free.
Her pussy throbbed around his cock, buried deep. Feeling a bit faint, she realized she wasn’t breathing. He totally consumed her. She gasped for air, heard his sharp inhale. He dropped to his knees, laid her on her back and shifted over her, his mouth claiming hers again, then he blazed a path across her jaw, nipping and tasting all the way down her throat to each breast, teasing and taunting.
She wiggled her hips impatiently. His pubic bone pressed against her aching clit. “Fuck me,” she cried out.
As though in a daze, he lifted his head. What she saw in his eyes took her breath away, but before she could even process the raw desire and maybe something a bit more, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and leaned over her.
“Hard and fast.” He pulled out then drove into her.
Jaimie cried out. Her body was raw with need. Each stroke sent pleasure so intense it nearly hurt. “Yes. Harder.” God, she needed him. Only he could send her flying. She was moaning and gasping, his voice joining hers.
“Scream for me, princess. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you! I need you.
God!
” With one hard thrust, he sent her over. She screamed, pleased beyond belief when his loud yell joined hers.
Chapter Five
The sun was low over the horizon when Jaimie stepped out of the carriage that had picked her up from the cottage. She was excited and nervous. She’d never attended a ball before, and from what Lucy had told her, it was an honest-to-God ball, the real deal, not just a fancy party. The front door opened.
“Evening, miss,” Hastings greeted. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
Wishing she could act nonchalant, as though she rode in carriages and conversed with butlers every day, she could only nod shyly. “Yes. I’m enjoying myself very much.”
He smiled kindly. “Then the weekend is a success. Please follow Mary. She’ll take you to your room.” He bowed, then added, “Enjoy tonight’s ball.”
Following the maid in her simple gray dress with white trim up a curving staircase and down several corridors, Jaimie hoped someone would return to show her the way to the ballroom. The mansion was huge.
“Here you go, miss.”
Jaimie stepped into a large suite. To her surprise and delight, Lucy was sitting in one of the chairs. She jumped up and ran toward her. Jaimie hugged her friend, then they were giggling like schoolgirls.
Lucy stepped back and studied her friend. “Well? Are you having a good time?”
“Oh, my god, Luc!” She dropped dramatically into an overstuffed chair. “I cannot believe this.”
Grinning, Lucy sat across from her and leaned forward. “Are you having fun?”
“How could I not? The sex is fantastic. I never thought it could be this good.” That was the truth. She’d never been so well and truly fucked since losing her virginity at sixteen to Robby Mathews. She grinned. “No need to ask if you’re having fun.” Jaimie felt her face flush. She still felt embarrassed at having seen Lucy in such an intimate act.
Lucy’s eyes were bright with mischief. “You were there?”
“You didn’t know?”
“I only knew that there would be people watching.” She shrugged. “It was one of my fantasies.” She leaned back with a sigh. “It really turned me on to hear everyone coming when I did.” She giggled. “You’re blushing.”
Wrinkling her nose, Jaime rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah, I’ve never—” She laughed. “I’ve never done any of this before.”
Lucy took Jaimie’s hands in hers. “You’re not mad at me, are you? You were so unsatisfied, especially after that jerk, Mike. I wanted to show you there are men out there who can please you.”
“God, Lucy, if I’m
pleased
any more, you might have to carry me away on a stretcher. My muscles are so sore from all this—activity.”
“Good thing we get to indulge in a nice, long massage.”