My eyes squeezed shut of their own accord as she continued to taste me, tongue and teeth and hot breath wreaking havoc all over my skin, following my spine down my back as she explored me.
Fists bunched on my thighs, need pummelling me hard, I glanced down at the thick swell of my cock. Teeth gritted, I fought the urge to touch myself. To surrender to the need to blow my load. But I couldn’t come. Not yet. Not until she commanded it.
The freedom in being shackled and under her control made my senses soar.
That need to step outside myself, hand the reins to someone else—a need absurdly born from having to be in control, to keep my family safe from the monster who called himself father—was like nothing else I’d ever experienced, not even the thrill of climbing the world’s highest mountain.
I shuddered as her grip tightened in my hair, as she bent low behind me. One hand caressed my butt, squeezed and released at leisure then strutted back to my front. She leaned in, her breath feathering my face without her lips making contact with mine.
‘Where was I?’ she demanded sultrily.
My breathing grew frantic, erratic as her lips worked her way down my throat, nipping and tasting my hard nipples, then my abs, until, with one long look at me, she crouched lower and licked the head of my cock.
A tight groan erupted from my throat, my fists bunching harder until my knuckles bled white. Fuck, I was one breath from erupting.
As if she knew the strain I was under, wanted to test my control, she sucked me deeper into her mouth while her fingers crept under my cock to take hold of my balls.
After a few swirls of her tongue, she straightened. ‘Look at me, Jensen.’
I wasn’t aware my gaze had dropped to the blanket until I lifted it at her bidding.
‘Would you like to come?’
‘Only if you want me to.’
She smiled. ‘I’d love to see you lose that iron control for me.’
‘Keep doing what you’re doing to my balls and you’ll find out soon enough,’ I croaked.
Slowly, only one hand crept down her front, two fingers sliding between her legs. I wasn’t aware of the strength of my opposition until the sound erupted from my throat.
She stilled. ‘Problem?’
I breathed deep, the need to vocalise my need scrambling through me. We were in this thing, for better or worse. Why deny my true nature? Nodding at the fingers moving erotically between her legs, I rasped, ‘I want to do that for you.’
Her smile was a pure strain of power and femininity. ‘But you’re not in charge here, are you?’
‘No, min elskerinde.’
‘So if I want to touch you, while touching myself, you won’t have a problem with it, will you?’
‘No, but it’ll torture the fuck out of me,’ I confessed raggedly.
She laughed, the sound wickedly sexy. But gradually, humour died, taken over by need and insistent lust. She released my balls, took hold of my cock, and, her gaze on my face, stroked me up and down.
‘I want to suck your cock, and you’re going to come when you’re ready but you’re still not allowed to touch me.’
I jerked out a nod, my lungs struggling for air as her strokes grew tighter. Faster.
She spread her thighs wide and leaned forward, bending over with her bottom in the air. The sight of her luscious cheeks sent me to a whole new stratum of frenzy.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’
Her sweet lips wrapped around my engorged head, drew me deeper into her hot mouth. Raw shouts left my throat and my hips pumped involuntarily. My head dropped back for one fast second until the need to avidly watch her suck me off redirected my gaze.
Control shredded to nothing within minutes. My vision hazed as she pumped my cock faster. I started to unravel. Undone with a raw shout, I let go, erupting into her mouth. She made pleased sounds of approval at the back of her throat as she sucked me deeper for endless minutes.
Eventually, she rose, sultry satisfaction on her face as she stared at me. ‘Thank you, Jensen. That was beautiful.’
I didn’t want the words to touch my soul, but they did. And it unsettled me a whole lot more than I cared to admit. Not enough for me to consider putting the brakes on this thing, though. Not enough to stop me from leaning closer, staring deep into her eyes. ‘May I touch you now, min elskerinde?’
‘I’d like that very much, Jensen.’ She sank back against the bedding and, like last night, lifted her arms high above her head. ‘Come here. And bring the condoms with you.’
CHAPTER SIX
MY VOICE MIGHT have been calm and masterful, but inside I was anything but. I was shaken down to my core, terrified of the emotions sweeping through me.
I hadn’t expected Jensen to readily admit to being a submissive, nor had I been prepared for the profound awe his admission would make me feel.
My mood had swung from being disgruntled about the snowstorm stranding me here to wanting it to last for a few hours. Maybe a whole day. Or two.
I wanted, no, needed the freedom to explore him. Explore myself in a way that I hadn’t truly been able to in a very long time. But even as greed and lust and anticipation built inside me, so did a knot of tension. I couldn’t afford to get carried away with this. Not when I had enough baggage to fill this cabin a dozen times over.
Not when he had his own baggage, in a Stephanie-shaped form specifically, that I couldn’t help but resent even though I knew it was unfair. I had no claim on him, nor he on me.
But for as long as the storm raged outside, he was mine.
I watched him roll the condom between his fingers, his eyes on me. At my nod, he tore it open and
