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“Y-yes,” I answer, blinking up at him.
He reaches up to trace my bottom lip with his thumb and then hooks his palm around the back of my neck, drawing my mouth closer to his. “Good girl.” He leans in closer, wrapping his hands around the backs of my bare knees. “Take off your panties,” he whispers. “Here?” The balcony is private, but we’re still outside.
He doesn’t respond, his eyes just stay locked on mine. Clearly there’s no room for negotiation.
I’m wearing one of the cute sundresses I’d bought with Marta my first week here, and the cool night air nips at me as I reach under my dress and slide the panties down my legs. They drop to my ankles and I step out of them, handing the scrap of navy silk to him with a cheeky grin.
I have no idea what he wants, but his hand glides up my inner thigh, pushing my dress up out of the way. His fingers caress my bare skin. Even after the bikini wax started to grow out, I’ve kept myself shaved smooth, liking how sensual it makes me feel.
His eyes find mine as he continues lightly rubbing me. I can feel myself getting wet as endorphins rush into my blood steam. I wonder if last time was a fluke, or if I’ll be able to reach climax again. God, I want to. I tilt my hips closer allowing him a better angle and Colton’s mouth twitches with a smile.
“Come here.” He takes my hand and helps me lower myself down onto his lap so I’m straddling him. My legs are spread wide and my bare pussy is close enough that he reaches down and begins rubbing me once again. His other hand curls around the back of my neck and he brings my mouth to his. His lips are soft and full and demanding.
He quickly takes charge of the kiss, his tongue caressing mine in a hypnotic rhythm. My entire body responds, my hips rocking closer and my hands pushing into his hair.
Reading my body’s reactions, Colton picks up his pace, circling and rubbing my clit until I’m soaking wet and right on the edge of climax. The need to touch him spikes within me. I reach between us, unbuckling his belt and nearly rip his pants open in my mission. Once his thick, warm cock is in my hands he lets out a soft growling sound of pleasure. I pump my fist up and down, loving the way his desperate kisses feel as we move toward release together.
Gripping my ass underneath my dress, he tugs me closer until his hot length is nestled right up against my cleft. Angling my hips closer, I rock against him. His fingers bite into my skin he breaks the kiss, his eyes flashing dangerously on mine.
I slid up and down his cock, my slick skin so sensitive I can feel every hard ridge and vein as I ride him. I wonder what he would feel like inside…
“Careful,” he growls, his voice sticking in his throat. His eyes are dark and half-closed like he’s drowning in pleasure.
Ignoring his warning, I lift and lower myself on him, unable to stop moving against him. The friction of his solid cock against my sensitive clit is too much. Little cries of pleasure break the silence and I move faster, rubbing against his hard cock, chasing the orgasm I want so badly.
Colton watches me move against him, his hands still gripping my ass as I work my body against his. He feels so good. I wonder what it would feel like to let him finally push inside me… My body clenches and I cry out his name, coming in a wet gush all over him.
When the blur of my earth-shattering orgasm wears off, I open my eyes and meet his. His jaw is clenched tight and he looks angry.
“I’m…I’m sorry.” I hop up from his lap and scramble away, afraid I’ve done something wrong.
Chapter Fourteen
Colton
I catch a hold of Sophie’s wrist in my office and spin her to face me. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s breathing rapidly, still trying to recover from her orgasm. She did not get to tease me, ride my dick until she came and then just disappear. There’s nothing hotter than a confident girl who takes what she wants, but that is not how this works.
“I don’t think so, sweetness,” I growl.
She pulls her lower lip into her mouth and sucks. My cock pulses, reminding me of his predicament. He’s still coated in her damp juices and now I want to watch her drop to her knees and lick them off. “Do you understand how close I was? How easily I could have lifted you up and pushed my way inside your hot little cunt?”
She lets out a squeak of surprise.
I reach under her dress and push two fingers inside her silky channel. Her eyes widen and latch onto mine as I pump my fingers in and out. “And it’s my job to make sure this tight little pussy’s ready for me. Isn’t it?” I withdraw my fingers and reach down, gripping my cock and using her moisture to stroke him up and down. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes,” she stumbles, gazing down at the show I’m giving her.
“I could have hurt you. Made you bleed. We don’t want that, now do we?”
She doesn’t answer. Her blue eyes just blaze back at mine in a silent challenge.
The fuck?
My balls ache with the need to be inside her, but I can’t. I won’t until I’ve settled my past with Stella. The closer I grow to Sophie, the more I understand about her, I don’t want to hurt her. I bought her as a way to have some fun and blow off steam, but somewhere along the way, it’s become something more. Right from that very first morning when Pace looked her over with rapt interest, I became invested. In her. In us.
“The answer is no, Sophie. I don’t want to hurt you.” I force the words out of my mouth.
She draws a shuddering breath. “Isn’t a sex slave supposed to, I don’t know, actually have sex with her master?”
The desire to take her is a physical ache, but I force myself to remain composed. “That eager, huh?” I trail a damp fingertip along her lower lip and feel her inhale sharply.
“You bought me, expecting something in return. Call me crazy, but I thought that was how this worked,” she challenges.
“Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t want a sex slave. I want a companion. A mistress. Call me conservative, but I don’t like the term slave.” I’ve paid Sophie to be here – she’s not held captive against her will.
“A mistress?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
“It suits you. You’re my dirty little secret – a kept woman,” I remind her, smoothing a hand along her backside, watching her pulse kick up in her neck. I couldn’t have her questioning my motives. They was too fucked up for even me to think about, let alone admit to her. And since I wasn’t willing to let Stella fuck up yet another thing in my life, I planned to handle her, and then I would make Sophie mine.
“Take off your dress.”
She’s still watching me jerk myself, so it takes her a minute to respond – her eyes snapping up to mine and her hands moving to lift the dress off over her head.
She’s wearing the pale blue lace bra I remember from the first night and wordlessly, she unsnaps it and lets it fall to the floor.
I look down at my cock in my hand and then back at her mouth. Sophie gracefully drops to her knees between my feet and eagerly brings her mouth to me.
Fuuck.