I lay there, completely blissed out as adrenaline pumped through me, my cock rock hard, throbbing. I swiped my thumb over the sensitive crest, hissed, never looking away as his lips moved down my leg, over my knee, my shin, my foot. He sucked my second toe into his mouth, and I could’ve come right then and there. I’d never in my life had this sort of attention. He didn’t miss an inch of me, teasing, tormenting, his eyes hot as they caressed my face, watching.
I ensured he heard me, verbalizing the pleasure he drew out of me one second at a time, just as he’d instructed. As promised, he took his time. When he asked me to roll over, I knew he wasn’t finished. He lay out over me, his weight draping me like a warm blanket. His lips grazed my neck, my shoulders.
“I want you, Dante. Do you even know how much?”
“No, Master.”
He ground his hips against my ass, his lips continuing their delicious assault on my skin. “I want to feel you wrapped around me.”
I thought for a moment he would take what he wanted, but he didn’t. He merely trailed that skillful mouth over me again. My shoulders, the backs of my arms, my fingers once more, covering every inch he hadn’t yet explored. He teased his tongue down my spine and I moaned, the pleasure intense. I hadn’t realized how erotic this could be.
He bit my ass cheek. I cried out, pleasure assaulting me again and again. He spread my cheeks, licked downward, over my asshole, teasing momentarily before continuing down to my thigh.
“Master … it feels so good. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. Please don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“Never,” he growled. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
The promise in those words had my chest filling with emotion. I’d longed to hear those words from someone. Anyone.
Once again kneeling between my thighs, he bent my knee, licked my ankle, the arch of my foot, once more taking a toe in his mouth. He performed the same action on the other leg. By the time he was done, I was a panting mess, boneless and aching at the same time.
He leaned over me. I watched as he retrieved a condom and lube from the nightstand. They hadn’t been there when I first arrived, because I had searched every inch of the room, checking for cameras. I hadn’t expected them, but it was still something I found myself doing. There hadn’t been any. Ian and Isaac weren’t trying to invade my privacy, something I’d rarely had throughout my life. Not until I had my own house. Still, it was something I checked daily. Good thing, too. Not long after Roger had raped me the first time, I’d found a camera installed in my bedroom. For a solid week after, I’d slept in the living room. When he asked me where I’d been, I knew he hadn’t been talking about the club. He’d been watching me, and it creeped me out.
“Once we have your test results, we won’t be using these,” Ian rumbled. “I’ll want you bare.”
I nodded, fear slithering inside me. I hadn’t been tested since Roger had…
“Here with me, Dante,” Ian growled into my ear. “Don’t you leave me right now.”
He slid his hand over mine, twined our fingers as he pressed his lips over my shoulder.
“No one is here but us,” he rambled. “You and me. I don’t want anyone else here. Understand?”
“Yes, Master. I understand.” I cleared the evil thoughts from my head, focused only on him.
“Turn over,” he ordered.
Hesitantly, I rolled onto my back, confused.
He positioned himself over me once more, twined both hands with mine, kissed me.
“Who am I?” he asked, his voice rough.
“My Master.”
“Who am I?”
Confused, I met his gaze. “Ian. My Master.”
“Who are you giving yourself to right now?”
“You,” I whispered. “I’m giving myself to you, Master.”
“Then don’t leave me.” His eyes were hard, as though he could sense the evil that filled my head like a black, oily film.
“I won’t,” I assured him.
He kissed me, deep and long. Soft, gentle, still the hunger was building, the need overwhelming.
When he pulled back, I watched him. He knelt between my legs, rolled the condom on, his attention never leaving me. He took his time and I realized it was to give me the chance to use my safe word if I needed to.
“Green, Master,” I said on a rough whisper. “So fucking green.”
He nodded, as though he’d needed to know that.
When he stroked himself, I started to turn over, but he stopped me with a firm hand on my thigh.
I stared up at him, my confusion evident.
“I’m going to look in your eyes when I take you.”
I swallowed hard. I’d never been with a man like that. They’d always taken what they wanted and the easiest way to do that was from behind, not rough but mean. It had started when I was young, the men my father would allow up to see me in the attic.
