Captivated

But God, his penis was hungry for her. And she was panting for him.

But that was the way of treacherous women. They seduced you with their greedy naked bodies and they dreamt of other men.

He stroked his thunderous erection and the movement of his hand jolted her.

'Not tonight, my naked fawn,' he murmured.

She made a sound. 'I need it…'

'Oh, I know. I know how you need it.'

'Then…'

'We wait. I want you to know exactly how much you need it, and to whom you will crawl.'

She licked her lips, and the movement of her tongue arrested him. Yes. Yes. She bit her lower lip, and locked her gaze on his hot, throbbing member, and then moistened her lips again.

His penis flexed, as if he could feel her lips on him.

Power.

She could have all the power in the world over him, even bound and veiled and writhing with unfulfilled desire.

He liked her in restraints. And he liked thinking he had the power.

But he couldn't pull his eyes away from her quivering nipples. He couldn't escape from the musk of her sex permeating the room.

She had never been so wet in her life. Her body felt like pure cream. All she wanted was for him to sink himself into her and lose himself forever.

Her nipples felt hard and tight. She could feel the movement of the golden ovals against the curves of her breasts. She threw her head back in an ecstasy of bliss as she deliberately gyrated and shimmied her hips.

'Oh, no, my naked wife. No. Tonight you don't get my sex.'

But he was transfixed by her writhing body and her grinding hips, and she understood that here, at last, was the power: in her voluptuously undulating body, in the visible glistening wet between her legs, in his uncontrollable elongating nakedness, she had found the age-old secret to tantalizing and enticing a man's penis.

She didn't need to speak, to protest the obvious untruth. He started to move toward her unwillingly, led by the ferocious desire that was so hot and hard and heavy, he was swollen with it, he was bursting with it.

'Not tonight, wife. No matter what you do.'

Closer still he came, huge, rock hard, aching for possession as she enticed the wall behind her with her wanton movements that she knew would finally tempt him beyond redemption.

'Oh, no. I know these games, Drue. You can't have what you want.'

She thrust her hips in a seductive beckoning to his throbbing sex.

He brought himself hard up against her pulsating cleft, and she turned her head away to hide triumph as she pushed herself against him and felt him kiss her feminine fold.

He drew in a sharp breath. He had to stay away from her. There was no middle ground here. He must either take her or send her away. He moved away, oblivious to the spurt of cream coating his ridged tip, and she moaned.

'Yes, you liked that. You'll take anything, won't you, Drue. Any penetration to show you have power overthis.' He grasped it and turned back toward her. 'Well, my naked puss, you have no power. And if I choose to take you, it won't be because you seduced me or you tempted me, or because I want you. I brought you here for the sole purpose of ramming your naked body into that wall to gratify my lust.'

'Then do it,' she goaded him.

'You are a willing piece.'

'And you're primed to explode,' she taunted. 'You can't keep your eyes off my nipples, you love my swaying hips. You want what's between my legs, Court. You can't deny it. You know how tight it is, how wet. How hot… how much you want it…'

'But I'm not going to take it. That's my strength and my power.' But he had come closer to her, jutting erotically toward her as if it had a mind of its own; his words roared in his ears. 'I'm not going to take it…' Closer. 'Not, damn you…' His penis nudged her, hard, strong, urgent.'Not…'

He breeched her and she gasped. 'Not…' Panting now as he shifted himself and drove into her. 'Jesus God…' Pumped himself into her in a steady rhythm of short, sharp strokes. Pinned her against that wall with his hard piston length, not letting her move, not letting her feel.

But she felt it anyway, the strength and length and purpose of him. And the strength and power of her bodythat she could push him to the limits of his control; that she could encompass every hard, naked inch of him so fully and completely; and that the violence of their coupling blasted them into a rocketing culmination of their erotic game.

She melted all over him; his cream saturated her body, her bones. She didn't want to move. He was still rock hard inside her, his chest rough against her cheek, his heart pounding as thunderously as hers.

Oh, did he not want her…

She moved languidly against him, loving the feel of him still rubbing between her legs. Words were superfluous. She wanted more and she knew all she needed to do was wriggle herself more tightly against him to provoke him.

She contemplated doing it for several minutes; even the thought of his explosive reaction was pleasurable, let alone the hard thick thrust of him inside her. And he was all there, thick as a tree and rooting between her legs.

How blatant an invitation did he need to take her again?

'So you think you've won,' Court murmured. He eased away from her, and she made a protesting sound at the back of her throat. 'You want more.' He was still as stiff as a poker. 'Who doesn't want more…?' He released her hands. 'Everyone wants more…' He swooped down and lifted her off the floor. '… some of us don't get more…'

He awkwardly pulled open the door. 'Evie…!'

She appeared out of nowhere.

'Take the mistress to her room.' He set Drue on her feet. 'Bathe her. Make sure she rests.'

'I don't want to…' Drue started to protest, but he had already turned away from her and retreated into the office.

'You come,' Evie said to her. 'Master knows best.'

Drue shot him a look of pure outrage. He closed the door on her.

Not a minute longer with her, or he'd lose his mind altogether. He'd already surrendered his manhood.

Goddamn. He didn't know where he'd gotten the strength to lift her away and get out of her sight.

One more minute, one more sinuous movement, and she would have had him on his knees and wrung him dry.

She'd gotten enough out of him today. More than he'd wanted to give, today.

Goddamn… goddamnhe could have rutted in her all night

A glint of light on the floor caught his eye. He bent and picked up one of the thin golden loops she'd worn around her nipple.

He rubbed it between his fingers, feeling himself swelling and thickening still more.

And he was in real trouble if just the thought of her breasts could jack him up like this.

Damn her, damn her, damn her…

Damn her.

'Master…'

He pulled himself up groggily. It was morning and he was in his bedroom, but he remembered very little of how he got there.

He thought he had had a glass of wineor two, or three to quell the gnawing desire, to calm his rampant body.

He shielded his eyes against the incandescent sun. 'What is it, Evie?'