cock filling you, my tongue cleaning you afterward. I want you to need what I give you. I want it so you struggle to breathe when I am not within your sights. When you can no longer smell me, I want you to whimper with a desperation that matches what I am experiencing. I want this perfect, flawless treasure you are to be dependent on me for your very life.”
His forehead was resting on hers now. Something in the very fabric of her existence understood those needs while the rational part of her found them repugnant. Excitement, terror, and a dark, writhing lust was crackling under her skin, heating her even as she chilled.
He blinked and drew in a sudden lungful of air as if he’d just come out of a trance. He straightened and slid his hands down to her shoulders before placing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Do not worry. I will send you home before I allow my demons to do those things to you. I know you deserve better. Now, come. You can sit by the fire while I attempt to work for an hour.”
As though he hadn’t just revealed to her the extent of his crazy, he took her hand and led her out of the room. There was no way to process what this might mean for her, so Yasmeen didn’t bother. Rather, she followed along and vowed to try as hard as she could to get through to him. He had to see she was more than a possession. But more importantly, she had to convince him to send those demons he spoke so fondly of on their merry way. If he allowed them to take over completely, they were both finished.
♦ ♦ ♦
They made their way to a study she’d never have found on her own. Crowded bookshelves lined the walls, and a monstrous desk sat near the window. Looking conspicuous, there had to be at least a dozen monitors set up in the far corner. Three of them were on, with one showing CNN, and the other two a stock exchange channel with the ticker tape whizzing by along the bottom of the screen. A massive globe slowly turned on an elaborate stand. As she prayed there was a magnet at work somewhere in there, her eye was drawn to the welcoming stone hearth that had a fire going. The scent in the air would have been wonderful had she not been so out of sorts.
As they passed by a sitting area, Lucian took a throw pillow from one of the chairs and tossed it onto the thick rug in front of the fireplace. A shiver passed through her when he slipped his hand around her nape and brought her around and up so he could easily reach her mouth. For the next five minutes, he played with her. He kissed her, slowly and thoroughly, tangling their tongues, tickling her lips with his fingertips, burying his nose in her hair. He strummed up and down her ribs and spine, feeling every ridge.
Yet every time she tried to participate, he stopped her by taking her hands off him and placing them at her sides.
“I’d like to touch you,” she whispered as he nuzzled below her ear, his bristles deliciously rough. God, she wanted to eat him alive.
“I do not want your touch right now.”
That zinger nailed her hard, cutting into her appetite.
“It will distract me.”
Oh, well, okay then.
He kissed her once more, their lips clinging, before setting her back. He had an erection she’d have gladly spent some time on had he been receptive. Since he wasn’t, and she wasn’t confident enough in her abilities to try bringing him around, she allowed him to place her next to the pillow at their feet.
“I would like you to wait here.”
She nodded and looked around for a chair, but when she took a step toward the nearest one, he stopped her.
“No. Not there. Here. I would like to look over and see you curled up in front of the hearth.”
“W-what?”
“Down.”
She stared at him for a long time, her heart beating thickly, her cheeks growing hotter and hotter.
And to her shame, her pussy grew wetter and wetter. He wanted his pet curled in front of a warm fire awaiting his attentions. Maybe she could talk to him while he worked. Sneak in some details to show him he had an actual human being in his midst.
Holding his eyes, she lowered herself—figuratively and literally—to her