Page 90 of High Reward

I reach for his belt, unbuckle it with hands that tremble slightly. Not from fear, but from need.

His jeans join the pile of neatly folded clothes, then our respective underclothes. I never expected to be standing naked in a bookstore with this man who enjoys seeing me cry from the sensual pain he inflicts.

Victor’s eyes travel my body with a mix of appreciation and hunger in his gaze. His hand reaches out, tracing the curve of my waist.

“Come here,” he says softly, pulling me to him.

His arms encircle me, so we stand skin to skin. Then his mouth descends on mine, kissing me again. This time, that urgency is there, and his nails dig into my back, making me hiss.

He lowers us both to the floor, where a blanket and some pillows have been arranged. Another detail he thought of in advance. I lie back, watching as he settles over me, careful not to crush me with his weight.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispers.

“You, Victor,” I answer. “Just be yourself.”

His hand slides between us, finding me already wet. One finger works gentle circles over my clit at first, slowly building pleasure, until I arch into his touch, eyes fluttering closed.

“Look at me,” he says, and I don’t miss the shift in his tone. Firm, demanding. My Dom asserting himself just like I asked, even when the moment is more tender than usual.

I open my eyes and find his heated gaze boring into me. His fingers continue their slow exploration, driving me completely mad.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” he asks, cupping his hand fully over me.

“You, Sir,” I whisper.

“Who decides when you come?”

“You do.”

His smile is soft, but there’s a hint of the wickedness I love in his eyes. “Good girl. I’m going to fuck you now, and if you take my cock like a good girl, I’ll let you come when I’m done.”

I nod eagerly, and rise up, positioning his thickness at my entrance, pressing in slow at first. But when I gasp, it’s like I’ve ignited something, and he slams into me, filling me completely. Then he holds still, letting me adjust to the fullness.

“You’re mine,” he says, voice low, slightly strained from holding himself back. “Mine to protect, mine to pleasure, mine to punish, mine to cherish.”

The possessiveness in his tone makes my heart race and my pussy clench. He begins to move, slow at first, then building in intensity until he’s fucking me hard and fast. One hand finds mine, pinning it above my head. The other grips my hip allowing him to control the angle and depth.

“Say it,” he commands.

“I’m yours,” I gasp out, as the rhythm grows more punishing.

“All of it,” he growls.

I clench around him, and he pinches my nipple. “The rules still apply, Grace. You don’t come without my permission. Now say it.”

“I’m yours,” I whimper. “Yours to protect, and pleasure, and punish, and cherish,” I say, ticking off the list in my head.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he instructs.

I comply, the new angle sending him deeper. A loud moan escapes me, echoing through the quiet store.

His hand releases mine to cover my mouth.

“Quiet, butterfly. There are security guards hanging around the doors, and I’m sure they aren’t soundproofed.”

The gentle reprimand sends an unexpected thrill through me, and I clench around him again. He chuckles and shakes his head. “I see that idea excites you. Naughty girl.” He replaces his hand with his mouth, kissing me deeply as he continues to fuck me, his motions growing more insistent.

Pressure builds inside me, and I’m getting close to an orgasm. Victor senses it, knowing my body’s signals well.