Sculpt-Paige_Michaels-Becca_Jameson (9 page)

“What did I say?”

“You control the speed and depth. You didn’t specifically mention the pressure,” she hedged.

Theo narrowed his gaze at her. He could barely contain the grin that threatened to spread across his mouth. In fact, he felt the twitch at the corner of his lips.

“You want this cock?” he managed to ask.

“Yes, Master.”

“Then I suggest you hold back the sass and do as you’re told.”

She nodded, as much as she could with his grip still in her hair.

“Lick the tip. Taste me.”

She swayed forward as he brought his cock back to her mouth.

Her tongue flicked out and wiggled through the slit at the end of his dick, making him fight against a groan. She would be his undoing. The brat loved sucking cock.

Before she had a chance to savor him further, which clearly would have been as much for her pleasure as his, he thrust back into her mouth and fucked her deep and hard and fast. He slammed his cock into the back of her throat over and over, holding her head steady as he did so, not allowing her an inch of space.

His little brat stiffened as she fought against the gag reflex. The sounds coming from her throat told him she was uncomfortable. The way she squeezed one wrist with her other hand behind her back told him she liked it.

Her lips trembled against his sensitive skin. It looked like it took all her energy not to suck him.

And God Almighty, it took all his energy not to come just looking at her.

With each thrust to the back of her throat, he knew she struggled further. Tears ran down her face now, a stream that indicated how difficult it was for her to keep from gagging.

He needed to come. Enough fooling around. He could take his time fucking her mouth slower another day. “Suck me, brat. Now.”

She closed her lips immediately, and the pressure made his knees nearly buckle.

She was indeed a pro.

His pro.

She may have blown a lot of men in her past, but those lips were his now.

And where did that thought come from? He barely knew this woman, certainly not well enough to allow thoughts like that to leak through.

He concentrated again on her lips, watching the strained expression on her face as she took him deep. Too deep. He knew it. But there was no way he would stop.

One more chink in her tough armor.

His cock grew stiffer. He closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation, and then he opened them again. He wanted to watch her face as he came.

Without warning her. He gripped her head with his other hand at the base of her neck and used both hands to hold her face against his cock as he plunged one last time into the depths of her throat and came in violent squirts.

Lucinda’s eyes widened, and she moaned against his cock. It was too much. Her cheeks were red.

He watched her face, loving the way she took him without releasing her hands. That one act was the telltale sign that although he pushed her further in this than she had ever gone before, she would obey him like a good little submissive.

“Swallow, Lucy. Swallow all of me.”

She gulped, her throat working hard. And when he was spent, he forced her to stay in that position with his dick too deep in her mouth for several seconds, just to remind her who was in charge.

Finally, he pulled out.

She gasped for air, sputtering.

He slowly released his grip on her throat, half expecting her to cuss him out for taking such liberties with her mouth.

But she made him proud.

Not only did she swallow several times and lick her lips to clean off her own drool as well as the remnants of his come, but she righted herself, keeping her hands in place and steadying her swaying body on her knees.

Theo pulled Lucinda into his arms and carried her upstairs. Her breath was still choppy, and tears had dried on her cheek. She looked amazing.

“You liked that, brat?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Was I better than the pageant judge?”

She snorted. “Yeah. Much. He smelled like Old Spice and Werther’s butterscotch, which made me think of a nursing home, even though he was only forty. And it took him for-fucking-ever to come because he kept muttering about not wanting anyone to see us and telling me I was more tempting than Eve’s serpent. I thought my jaw was going to crack by the end of it.”

He opened the door to the guest room and placed her on her feet. “I’ll bet you liked that, huh? Your jaw hurting because he was too ashamed to come?”

She bit her lip. “Well, that part was okay, I guess.”

“Mm-hmm.” He circled around her, removing first her shirt and then her jeans so she was only in a slip of a bra and thong.

“Do you have family?” she asked, slightly breathless.

He paused with his hands on the clasp of her bra. “Yes.”

“Around here?”

“Yes. I grew up in Minneapolis.”

“Oh. Do you see them often?”

He took a deep breath and considered how much of his history he should tell her. It wasn’t a huge secret, but he still didn’t know if he’d be able to train her for the long run, and he didn’t like letting just anybody in. “I visit every few months. The visits are usually dinner at a restaurant. We’re not all that close.”

She turned to look at him. “They must be proud of you, though? Your money and your job and all that you’ve accomplished?”

“I wouldn’t know. They don’t tell me those sorts of things.”

Before she could dig any deeper, he spun her around and placed her hands on the bed so she was leaning with her gorgeous ass tilted up. The red slashes made his mouth water, and he dropped to his knees and lapped at them. Within moments, she was whimpering and pushing back into him. He couldn’t mark her again. She was bruised and welted and needed to recover, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try other things with her.

He grabbed both ass cheeks and spread her wide, her tight hole puckering. “You liked my tongue here, brat. Can you take fingers?”

She looked at him over her shoulder. “Do you even need to ask?”

He drove a finger in fast, and she hissed. “Yes, brat, I need to ask. This is a negotiation. I don’t just take without us having a conversation about it. Now, do you want more?”

She spread her legs wider. “Please.”

He didn’t have lube, and he knew it had to hurt, but he went in with two fingers and relished the deep moan she gave him, her back arching. “Like that?”

“Master,” she panted.

“What, sweetheart? You want something else?” He withdrew his fingers, and she growled.

“Stop fucking teasing me.”

He smacked her ass, and her eyes glazed. Damn. He’d gone wrong. She pushed and sassed, and he’d given her what she wanted. He stepped back.

“No. Theo. What are you doing?”

“I shouldn’t have smacked you.”

“I liked it,” she said, a desperate plea in her eyes.

“I know. But you don’t get to have what you like when you cuss at me or try to antagonize me.”

Her head dropped in defeat. “You promised me. You told me you’d fuck me. Please, don’t you want me? Don’t you want to be inside me?”

He spun her around and wrapped his arms around her, kicking himself for the tremble in her chin and the fear in her voice. “I want you more than you could know. But I told you, you have to earn my cock. You can’t goad me into fucking you.”

“Theo. Please.”

Her soft voice was his undoing. He couldn’t resist her anymore. He needed her with a desperation he knew she felt too.

But he couldn’t give her what she wanted yet. Not without fully earning it. However, he could take care of her the way she had him. She’d earned an orgasm, at least, even though she’d tried to goad him with her dirty mouth. “Turn back around and lean over the bed again.” He stepped away as she resumed her position, opened the nightstand, and grabbed a length of anal beads. He had to fight against a chuckle, remembering the tiny beads she’d worn to his house last week.

These would put her in her place.

She wiggled her ass as he stepped back behind her. He thought about using lube for a moment and then decided he would use her pussy to prepare the beads. That would serve two purposes at once—getting her more aroused and demonstrating the size of the beads before he shoved them into her sweet ass.

Theo set a hand on her lower back to steady her. With his free hand, he pressed the first few beads into her wet heat.

She moaned, dipping her forehead to the bed.

“Step your legs out wider, brat.” He pushed two more beads into her tight core. “They aren’t like the tiny pearls you wore the other day, are they?” he teased.

She didn’t respond.

Good. He’d finally found a way to shut her up. After pressing the next few beads into her, he pulled them all out fast enough for her to gasp. Her head shot up, elongating her neck, and she rocked backward, silently pleading for more.

The beads were soaked, and he lined them up with her tight rear hole and pushed them into her without uttering another word. He started with three, but when she didn’t whimper, he added another and began fucking in and out of her ass, adding another bead every few passes.

Her ass cheeks drew together, and she lifted up on her toes as he speared her over and over, keeping his hand on her back but not using so much pressure that she couldn’t lift up and down or sway into his work.

God, she was so sexy like this, spread open and willing.

She gasped when he pushed the last bead home, and he glanced down to find her flatfooted with her toes curled under. She was also panting.

If he could make her come with the beads alone… That would be so fucking hot.

But he wanted to feel her orgasm around his fingers, so he released her back and reached around her belly to spear three fingers into her pussy while he continued to fuck her ass with the beads.

“Master…”

“That’s it. Let it go. Come for me.”

On his command, she drove her pussy over his hand, bearing down on his fingers.

Her orgasm shook her entire body, including her legs, as her pussy pulsed around his fingers. He could feel the grip of her ass tightening on the beads at the same time.

When she was spent, he pulled the beads and his fingers out of her and helped her climb onto the bed to lie on her belly. “Stay still,” he whispered.

He padded to the bathroom, washed the beads and his hands, and returned with a warm cloth. When he spread her legs and cleaned her up, he found several spots of blood on the cloth.

She twisted to face him at his hesitation.

“I drew some blood, Lucy.”

She glanced at the cloth, and her eyes glazed over before she flopped back onto the bed. “I didn’t notice. It’s okay.”

As she drifted, he watched her face—calm and unconcerned. She was so submissive even a little blood didn’t faze her. If anything, it almost seemed to turn her on.

Lucinda ached everywhere, and it was the best feeling she’d had in a long time. Finally she’d tasted Theo. Finally she’d felt him inside her, even if it was her mouth. And it was even better than she’d hoped it would be. She was on cloud nine in her classes and even stayed after to work on a statue she’d been thinking about since Theo had told her he was working late.

All signs pointed to her finally having a Dom, which made her supremely happy. She wanted to do something for him, something that would let him know how much she appreciated him. As soon as the thought entered her mind, she knew she needed to go shopping. She’d have to put it on her credit card, but she didn’t care. She put her tools away, washed her hands, and then headed to Calhoun Square. She found three of the most perfect easy-access loose skirts at H&M and even splurged on a tight backless dress. He said he didn’t like tight, but she’d seen the hunger in his eyes when she got on his motorcycle, and she knew she could get him to rethink his position on tight clothes.

She stopped in Bay Street Shoes on her way out, and her breath caught in her throat when she saw Julian eye-fucking Morgan in strappy stilettos. Lucinda tried to duck back out, but Julian glanced her way and froze.

Jesus. What should she do? Could she just leave?

She inched back, but Julian was striding toward her with Morgan right behind him.

“What are you doing here?” he snarled.

“Can’t I fucking go shopping?” Lucinda snapped back. She shouldn’t antagonize him, but she’d given up her whole life because of his threats.

“No, Lucinda. You cannot. Not when my Morgan is here. Not when I’m here.”

“Jesus, Julian, I’m fucking sorry already. Can’t you just let it go? It was a goddamn mistake, and I haven’t done anything but make up for it since the minute you left my apartment.”

“Which is how it should be. You compromised Morgan’s career. You threatened me. You almost put all those kids at the Loft in the position of losing the one thing that actually means something to them. So pardon me if I’m not crying about your hard life.”

Lucinda felt like she’d been punched. Jesus. Her jealousy over what Julian and Morgan had made her into the worst sort of person. She hated herself. Hated what she’d done to them. She deserved his anger and his disgust.

“I’m sorry, Julian,” she said, in a low whisper.

“Daddy,” Morgan said from behind him. “Let this go. It’s over. In our past. Things are so much better now. Leave her.”

Morgan’s pity was almost worse. Lucinda didn’t deserve it. She deserved to be punished. A sob caught in her throat. Julian gripped her wrist hard. “Stay away from us.”

Lucinda nodded and turned to shuffle out, her newly acquired purchases banging against her leg.
I don’t deserve to be happy. I don’t deserve Theo
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∙•∙

Lucinda wasn’t answering her phone. It could be nothing, but alarm bells were going off in Theo’s mind, and he hadn’t gotten as far as he had as a securities broker by ignoring his instinct. He tried texting—“I need you to check in, brat”—but she didn’t respond. Was this a new game of hers?

He couldn’t concentrate on Camille’s monologue about the things on his plate that needed to be addressed. He was too worried about Lucinda. What the hell was going on?