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CHAPTER NINE: REFLECTED BACK
Why not? The thought bubbled up instinctive and daring. Why the hell not? As if acting of their own volition, her hands moved low to undo the three tiny hooks between her thighs.
With a snap, the taut material parted, springing loose, uncovering her slick center.
“So wet.” He bent his head, his chin brushing her shoulder, to get a better view. “So smooth and pink. Open yourself. Part your lips. I want to see that sweet, fragrant cream.” He grabbed her wrist, lifting it from her side and moving it downward. He trailed her hand along her hip. Let it slide across her thigh. Dipped it down between the vee of her legs. “Show it to me, Max. Let me see how hot you are.”
Her eyes fixed on her fingers, trembling over her bare, ready flesh. She paused for a moment to calm her racing heart before she slipped them into the folds, her arousal coating their tips. She spread her fingers, watching her body reveal itself in the reflection.
“Beautiful,” he purred above her. “Just...” he sighed, his voice a satisfied whisper in the silence, “...beautiful.”
Max’s breath caught, surprised.
It was.
She was.
She could see her clit—that small, perfect nub at the heart of her parted lips. The apex of all that rosette skin stood erect, begging for sweet attention. Her pink pussy so juicy and smooth, ripe as a peach. Her tongue peeked out to flick at her lips, wondering at the taste.
And the feel of it! The exquisite touch of it against her probing caress was a revelation.
Max considered herself to be a sexually aware, sexually competent and confident woman, but she wasn’t an oversexed person. In fact, she more often than not hated to masturbate, preferring the interaction and immediacy of sex—with or without orgasm—to the cold, often unsatisfying self-administered climaxes.
But here, with him, while he watched her—while she watched herself—something was different. Her touch, which had always felt impersonal and vaguely pathetic on her own flesh, now felt electric and alive. It was as if, through the mirror’s proxy, she had become somehow divorced from herself, became in this instance both the viewed and the voyeur.
She wanted to come and be made to come. And the mirror—and this man—allowed her to do that. To experience the action upon herself while viewing it happening to a body—anonymous and detached—in the glass.
Oh God. What was she thinking? How could she be doing this? She shut her eyes and shook her head, trying to clear it. This was madness.
“God,” he hissed, “you’re making me crazy. Driving me past my limits. Watching you stand there, open and so wet, but not touching you. Do you know what seeing you is doing to me?”
Her eyes shot up, meeting his gaze in the mirror’s reflection. He looked as wild—as unbalanced and out of control—as she felt.
Somehow, that settled her. Righted her, in a weird, irrational way.
“Touch yourself.” He tipped her head back down to stare at herself, exposed and spread wide, as the other cupped her free elbow encouragingly. “Show me how you like it. Show me how I should touch you. How I will touch you. Soon.”
Yes.
With a wicked smile, she felt—saw—her cunt clench with heated desire and heard his echoing groan while her arousal flowed from her body onto her fingers and thighs. She brought her other hand down, letting her fore and middle fingers slide between her inviting hold.
“Yes,” he said.
Gathering her wetness, she brushed her clit on a gasp. They both watched her stroke herself in intense silence, watched as soft, tentative brushes quickly turned into hard, twisting flicks while pleasure surged through her.
“Yes.” That one word was a compelling lull, urging her on. He reached in front of her, unsnapping the front clasp of the button-up teddy.
Max’s breath caught when her breasts spilled free, bouncing with every heaving pant.
“Touch them.” Both their eyes stared at her tight, rosy nipples.
Without thought, she lifted compliant fingers all but reflexively to fondle a flushed peak even while she kept rubbing against her needy nub. She groaned. “Oh Lord.”
“Fuck yourself.” His voice was hoarse and hushed, the coarse words a quiet plea that quelled her unease. “Slip those fingers deep inside that sweet, pretty pussy.”
She did, moaning while her perfectly manicured hand pushed inside.
Yes.
More.
She needed more.
“Yes,” he said, “move those fingers. Slide them in and out. Faster.”
Her core contracted, gripping her so tight, the nerves sparking all along her vaginal walls.
“Come, Max,” he coaxed. “Come for me.”
And, God help her, she did.
Her eyes widened, not willing to miss a second of it. Her body rushed toward a climax, her strokes becoming mad while she rubbed and pushed, pinched and tugged.
With an animalistic roar, she came, her body rioting with sensation. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Couldn’t stop her body from tensing tight. Her knees wobbled. With a choked pant, she caught herself, still tirelessly touching her clit as her climax took her. It took all she had to stay upright, propping her shaking weight up against the cool, fogging glass.
“Damn, Max,” she heard him murmur.
She blinked, trying to see past the haze, but saw nothing in the mirror over her shoulder.
Then a fierce shiver hit her when a familiar, reverent touch caressed her hip.
Her gaze dropped to him, crouched down at her side. His face was eye-level to her still undulating hips. His eyes watched her, entranced. “Goddamn.” His hand, that idly brushed her curving side, now gripped her thigh, urging her to part them further.
He removed her hand from her still convulsing sex and brought it to his mouth, sucking her fingers deep. He moaned as his tongue swept over the sweet, slick skin, cleaning her completely before releasing her.
“I want to taste you.” He met her eyes in the mirror, that hungry look now ravenous. “Really taste you.”
Her body gave a delicious, lurching jerk, thinking about his mouth, his tongue, his teeth upon her vulva. The thought of this man—this powerful, enigmatic man—on his knees before her, giving her pleasure, made her heat all over again.
Without allowing all her niggling principles or warning reservations a voice, wanting to not think for once, but to feel...just feel, she bit her lip and nodded.
Max fought the urge to giggle when his cloudlessly brilliant eyes widened and flared, as if he hadn’t expected her to agree. As if he’d expected a fight.
Her teeth worried her lip. Should she fight? She knew logically—ideologically—she shouldn’t be allowing him to do this. Sex of any kind with this man would be a power game. One she wasn’t sure she should play. But, when he shifted himself around her to settle between her thighs, she wondered why.
Why couldn’t she just shut up and enjoy this? Why couldn’t she allow herself to stop fighting for once?
“Tell me you want this.” He gripped her hips, his fingers clinging and digging into her lush form. “I want the words from you, Max.”
She blinked at him, knowing what the lawyer in him was asking for. Consent. Undeniable agreement.
She wiggled in his unrelenting grip, feeling her undeniable longing. He licked his thin lips, the pointed tip of his tongue moving, dark and slow, across his mouth. Her own tongue followed suit, moistening her dry skin.
“Say it.”
She swallowed hard. “I want you to.”
“To what?”
Informed, complete consent. She looked down into his eyes, seeing that he didn’t think her capable of it. Didn’t think that the proper, sophisticated picture she projected could do dirty.
He thought he was so smart.
Meeting his daring glare with one of her own, she said, “I want you to taste me.” Her voice was clear with her own obvious goad. “I want your lips on my clit and your tongue in my cunt. I want you to make me come harder than I ever have in my life.” She cocked her head when the corners of his thin lips trembled with laughing shock. “Think you can do that?” She looked down her nose at him. “Sir.”
He chuckled, the sound rich and low, and tightened his grip on her hips. His hands slid lower over her behind and down her thighs, pulling them further apart, making room for himself between them. With a dangerous grin, he simply said, “Watch.”
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He bit back a triumphant howl, looking into her brown, pupil-full eyes. Usually so tough and unyielding, blazing with insolent fire, they were soft and expectant, even when they challenged him, silently daring him to meet her demands.
He intended to rise so far above her expectations he’d damn well shatter them.
“So,” she said with a mocking laugh tinged with nerves, “I thought you were going to show me something?”
Oh, yes. His gaze once again drifted down to her wet, welcoming center. Yes, he certainly was.
Running his tongue along his teeth, he wondered how to proceed.
Suckle that sweet nub? Lick all that honeyed juice from her parted labia? Or just plunge his tongue deep inside her and fuck her hard to completion?
“I’m waiting,” she purred. “Sir.”
Letting his tongue touch his canines, he smiled. He’d teach her what happened to impatient, impertinent women who tried to rush him.
He laughed when her whole body stiffened the second he nipped her labia, catching the flushed flesh between his teeth, biting just enough to send a sweet sting shooting straight to her core. He tugged, rewarded by a throaty moan as her knees buckled.
He wrapped a strong arm around her thighs, just under the lush curve of her plump ass, holding her up while she swooned. Liked that, did she?
Nibbling up her labia, he let his tongue lap where his teeth had abraded, letting the intoxicating scent and taste of her surround him. Let her silky, flowing heat lay thick on his tongue. God, she tasted like the sea, salty and wild like breeze-blown freedom and dark, fathomless secrets. He wanted to dip and dive and drown in her. Submerge himself in the wicked waves of her liquid lust.
He flicked her tight clit, her spine bowing with every quick pass of his clever, capable tongue as more and more of her delectable weight settled weak and so willing against his hold.
That’s it. He smiled and cupped her full, firm ass in his greedy grasp, hearing her mindless moans begin to break. Her strained and strangled throat struggled against the pleasure raging within her. Give in, he silently commanded, trapping her bud between his teeth as his tongue ran and rubbed relentlessly across it. Give to me.
His balls tightened while he watched her writhe, helpless against sensation. He curled his finger, stroking deep inside her. She yelped and her pussy pulsed, pulling at him, those walls so wet and welcoming they made his cock jerk with want.
“Do you want to come, Max?” He plunged another finger inside her. “Do you need it?” he hummed, knowing the answer. Knew it in the panting of her breath and the pounding of her heart. Knew it in the rosy flush that colored her creamy skin and the wriggling undulations of her body. Knew it in the new flood of sea-salty heat against his tongue.
“Please, yes. Sir,” she said, her voice ruined with desire, “fuck it, I need it. Please.”
“Tell me what you need,” he demanded, his movement roughly jerking.
She groaned. “I need to come. God, I need it. Please, I need more.”
Yes! “What do you need?” He straightened to lick, nip, and suckle at her exposed nipples. “Tell me what you really need.”
“Fuck me,” she shouted, pounding herself against his hand when he ground himself into her.
“Fuck me, what?” His voice was cool even as demand gripped his gaze and touch.
“Fuck me, Sir,” she screamed, all but senseless. “Fuck me, please!”
Damn!
She was all hot, consuming, uncontrolled lust. And damned if he didn’t feel the same. He felt wild with it. Barely restrained, his fingers dug into her hips like claws. His dick was throbbing, threatening to thrust free from his suit. He wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes, her clothes, everything between them off so he could push so far into her depths that they both exploded with pleasure.
“Look at me, Max.” Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face contorted with a wordless, greedy plea, her teeth biting her lip so hard every trapped scream came out just a muffled grunt. “Open your eyes.”
She shook her head, her untamed hair rioting around her head like wild fire.
“Do it,” he demanded. “Do it or you don’t come.”
He almost laughed when he heard her growl before she tried to shove herself on him, shove him into her.
Nope. He tensed his neck, holding himself from her while he started to slide out of her. “Watch me, Max, watch me make you come in the mirror or you stay here—just like this—while I walk away.”
“You bastard.” She glared down at him.
Tsk, tsk, such language. He grinned. And from an editor. “The mirror, Max,” he instructed. “Watch as I make you scream with pleasure.”
“You think I’ll scream for you?” She scoffed. Her hips thrust down, forcing him back inside her. “Think you can make me. Sir.”
We’ll see. He removed his fingers, causing her to choke on a protest. We will see.
Tweaking her nipple, he made her jump before he bent low to draw deep upon her clit, sucking ruthlessly as he tongued the bundle of nerves. Replacing his tongue with his thumb, he held her trembling legs open, his rough pad pressed against her while she panted and shook.
Almost there. He knew it. She was so close. Teetering along that careful edge, trying to hold it back. All it would take was one little push.
So he pushed. Pushed the whole length of his tongue, as far as he could, into her throbbing cunt in one fast, hard lunge while he stroked her mercilessly. He roared into her as she clawed at his head and screamed, “Sir!”
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