The Pearl (The Godwicks #3) - Tiffany Reisz Page 0,44

firelight dancing. Regan was quiet and her breathing steady, but he sensed her alertness. She was as awake as he.

“If you tell me what my family did to you,” Arthur said, “I’ll do anything I can to make it right.”

“Only a time machine could make it right,” she said. “Why would you help me anyway? I’ve already put you and your brother through hell.”

“Charlie puts himself through hell. And if this is Hell, sign me up for eternity.”

“I’m going to have to hurt you more so you’ll stop liking this so much.”

“Do your worst,” he said.

A joke, but he heard her toss the covers off and leave her bed. He rolled onto his back and she stood before him in her black kimono. Regan sat at his hip, and threw the blanket off of him. The silk of her robe tickled him as it brushed his thigh.

“Why are you wearing clothes?” she demanded.

“I didn’t want to have to fight off an intruder naked.”

“You should be more worried about me than him.”

Message received. He stripped bare.

She took his cock in her hand at the base, fingers wrapped firmly around it. He’d been half-hard until she touched him, but he stiffened and lengthened at once when he was in her hand.

She brought the head to her mouth and licked a white pearl of come off the slit at the tip. The pleasure of the little lick shot up his spine. His hips and stomach tensed. She drew the head into her mouth, all the way in and she sucked him, her pale peach lips stroking his burning red flesh.

Watching his cock disappear into her mouth was a fantasy come to life. She’d bought him to service her. Never had he dreamed that she’d reciprocate. The urge to thrust up and into her mouth was powerful, but he forced his hips to lie still on the floor, though his thighs contracted hard as if they wanted to move on their own.

She nestled between his legs and forced them wider. She pulled up for a moment and he saw in the firelight she had a small bottle of lubricant in her hand.

She poured it onto her fingertips. “If I were really cruel,” she said, “I would do this without the lube.”

“Do what?” he asked, but got no answer.

He lay his head back onto the rug and tried not to tense as Regan began to slowly, painstakingly work her wet fingers over and into him, opening him slightly though not going in very deep, not as deeply as he craved, but he didn’t say that, afraid she’d stop. As it was, the massage on that tender private part of his body felt incredibly good. Intimate. He thought he’d feel shame or embarrassment and he waited for those feelings to come but they never did.

As she massaged his anus, she took his penis into her mouth again, drawing it slowly to her throat until he was hard as a rod of hot iron in her mouth.

Then he felt something on him, something cold and round. She had the string of pearls again and he knew at once she was going to put them inside him as he’d done to her.

“Don’t,” he said, tensing. “Please?”

“Don’t what? Don’t do anything I want to the whore I paid for?” She gazed down on him, there on his back, subject to her entirely. Softly, almost—but not quite—tenderly, she said, “Are we still pretending you don’t want this?”

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. It was too much to ask of him. Except she wasn’t asking, was she?

“Let me do it or tell me about you and Wendy and Charlie,” she said. “Your choice.”

Arthur slowly spread his legs wider. He lay there on the floor, burning for the reason anything burns—because someone had set it on fire.

Carefully, she pushed the first of the pearls inside of him. The first few felt small and strange but not painful. More and more and then even more. The tight hole opened to take them, stretching as she filled it. She took his cock into her mouth again, drawing it in deep, then deeper. More and more pearls. He’d lost count of how many were inside of him. Ten? Twelve? The sensation changed. He felt an oddly pleasant fullness. His hips were tighter than ever. The deep inner muscles inside of him were clenching at the pearls, gripping and releasing them and gripping them again. He breathed fast breaths, quick pants as one bead after another entered and