My fingers trail down her stomach again, and it caves in response. I stop at her mound, forcing her to wait a few extra seconds because I can, and then I slip a single finger between her wet folds.
“God, you’re so wet.” I push a finger inside her, followed by a second, as my thumb circles her clit. “Every part of you is extremely turned on right now.”
“All week,” she pants. “You knew what you were doing.”
“Of course I did,” I smirk. “It was your punishment. You withheld yourself from me that first weekend, this week I returned the favor.”
I retract my hand and lean down, running my tongue along her seam and barely grazing her clit. Her hips buck from the tiniest level of sensation I gifted her, and she whimpers.
“You want that release, don’t you, Angel?” I rest my hand on her inner thigh, feeling it shake and tremble. “You’ve been waiting all week for this, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” She pushes her back into the pillows and tugs on the restraints. “I’ve been so good. I’ve waited, just like you said.”
I massage her again, just enough that she bucks her hips.
“Fight it,” I direct. “Not yet.”
Her knees fight against the restraints, wanting to buckle together, but I pin them flat, giving her inner thighs a light slap. “No, no, Angel. You’re giving yourself to me tonight, just like you wanted. Do you still want to be with me?”
“I do.” Her tongue glides across her bottom lip. “Please don’t make me wait. I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“You can and you will.”
I climb between her spread legs, lowering my tongue a bit more. As much as I’d love to devour her all night, the struggle is real. A few more licks and she’ll come all over my tongue.
She moans through tightened lips, her hands gripping and pulling at the restraints.
I’m hard as a rock, literally aching. This demonstration in self-control is just as much mine as it is hers.
“Please, Dane.”
My activity pauses.
She called me Dane.
Not Master.
Eyeing her writhing body, I know damn well it’s too late to stop any of this. She wants me, and God, do I want her. But we’re not Dane and Bellamy. This isn’t some sensual, erotic romance filled evening.
It’s just sex.
“You will address me as Master,” I remind her, lightly slapping her inner thigh. She flinches and nods.
“Yes, Master. I’m so sorry.”
Perhaps she’s too distracted by the intense physical reaction she’s fighting to worry about proper protocol. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt but only because my impatience is beginning to get the best of me.
I reach across the bed for the condom, tearing the packet with my teeth and gripping the base of my cock as I slide it down. Positioning myself between her wriggling hips, I press the tip against her clit, rubbing it back and forth, up and down.
“We’re getting close, Angel.” I plunge the head into her soft, wet entrance. The muscles in her stomach ripple and she tugs against the restraints once more. I push myself in another inch, focusing on the way her body shakes in response. When I reach for her nipple and twist it between my fingers, I plunge myself in all at once.
Bellamy moans through pursed lips, her body tensing and releasing. I pull out and reinsert slowly, feeling her tightness as she clamps around me. Even her body refuses to let me go. My thrusts are soft at first, gentle. I gauge her arousal, ensuring I’m not going to hurt her and pick up in intensity.
Harder. Deeper. Faster.
Her pussy is unspoiled. Pristine. Perfect in every way.
“How does it feel?” I reach my hand behind her ass, cupping it and pushing her into me as I thrust deeper.
“Amazing.” Her lips part, and I lower mine to them to steal a brief kiss. “Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop what? Kissing you or fucking you?”
“Both.”
A slow smile takes up my face, and I’m grateful she can’t see it. I’d hate for her to know exactly how much I’m enjoying taking her innocence and having her wrapped around my throbbing cock.
I can say with absolute certainty, without even blowing my load yet, she was worth the wait.
She bucks against me as best she can, considering she’s pretty tight, and I know she’s getting close.
But fuck, so am I.
I sink myself into her over and over, slipping faster against her slickness and creating a hot friction building up to the moment I’ve been waiting for since the day we met.
“You can come now.”
My final thrusts are powerhouses, and the build up from the base of my shaft travels up until I explode inside her clenched walls. Bellamy squeals and her chin juts forward as her mouth forms a locked circle. I keep pumping until I’m completely spent and the muscles in her face have finally relaxed.
“Dane,” she sighs.
I pull out and drag my fingertips along her legs, un-cuffing her ankles and then traveling to her wrists. When she’s free, she pulls off her blindfold and offers me the most delirious smile.
“You’re not to call me Dane.” I shouldn’t have to remind her twice. Sure, the woman is coming down from the most intense orgasm she’s ever experienced in her life, but it’s no excuse. “Not in bed. In bed, I’m your master.”
She climbs off the bed. “You just screwed me. I can’t call you by your first name?”
Her arms fold across her chest, indicating the wind has suddenly changed directions. Lucky for us, I’m a skilled sailor who’s met more storms than smooth seas.
“Don’t,” I walk around the bed toward her, running my palms down her arms. “Don’t ruin this beautiful moment with a tantrum.”
“It’s not a tantrum. I just don’t understand. We’re both adults. You had your cock inside me. I can’t call you Dane?”
“Not during sex.”
“That makes no sense.”
“I’m still your Dom. You’re still my sub. It makes perfect sense. Did you think something was going to change because I took you home with me?”
She refuses to look at me now. The sliver of moonlight peeking in through the break in the curtains paints a picture of a girl with a chip on her shoulder. I pull her into my embrace. I’ve given aftercare a million times, but never because of this.
“The sex,” she says, her voice a mere whisper. “It wasn’t how I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
“I thought it would be rough. Cold. Painful even.” She shivers against me, pressing her warm cheek against my bare chest. “You were gentle. It was…sweet almost.”
Shit.
“You were a virgin. I wasn’t going to rough you up. Anything beyond blindfolds and restraints would’ve traumatized you.”
She pulls away. “Yeah. You’re right. I was just reading into things. I’m sorry.”
I take her chin, pointing her gaze in my direction until our eyes meet.
“Don’t be sorry, Bellamy. It was a beautiful experience. You did very well. In fact, I think we can graduate you to the next level next time.” I kiss her forehead and immediately miss her warmth when she pulls away.
“What time is it?” She glances around the dark room until her eyes settle on the soft glow of a bedside clock. “It’s two in the morning. I have to go.”
Bellamy scans the room in search of something.
“Looking for your clothes?” I ask.
I had Mathilde fetch them from the changing suite and bring them in here. “They’re folded on the chair behind you.”
She dresses and I fetch a pair of navy satin pajama bottoms and a clean white t-shirt from a nearby chest of drawers.
“Don’t you ever get lonely in this big house all by yourself?” She gazes up to the vault in my ceiling and back down to me.
“I’m rarely alone, Bellamy. I have a staff of eight, friends who visit, that sort of thing.”
“I mean, like, in your bed.” Her eyes veer past me, landing on the spot in which I’d just claimed her.
“I don’t think that way.” I step toward her, running my hands down her arm and gently taking her by the elbow to lead her to the hall. “I’ll walk you out. Your car should be waiting in the porte-cochere. Are you okay to drive? You’re more than welcomed to stay at the estate tonight if you’re too tired to drive. I have eleven guest bedrooms, and you may have your pick of any.”