Chapter Seventeen
Adam
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AS HAD BEEN THE CASE so many times before, Caroline’s face was a picture of mortified disgust. I watched as she processed my words, her brows knitting as she tried to make sense of the instructions.
“Sir?” The crease in her brow deepened as though the words hadn’t made it to her brain.
“You heard me.” My tone was intentionally terse.
Having enjoyed many orgasms since I’d instigated her denial, I was going to get what I wanted, regardless.
Either she ground her frantic little clit over my shoe leather until she came apart and put on the most scintillating show I’d seen since fleeing for freedom, or she remained frustrated. The choice was all hers.
“And that’s the best deal you’re getting, little girl. Polish my shoe leather with your wet pussy, and if you do a good job, I’ll consider letting you polish the other one tomorrow.”
Fastening my zipper, I smiled at the desolate expression flickering in her eyes.
I’d pushed Caroline to the brink many times before, a myriad of those intoxicating moments flitting back to my mind as I watched her.
The first time I’d commanded her to kiss my feet was one of the most vivid recollections, followed by the time she’d been forced to serve the odious men Ian surrounded himself with in London.
I’d been gratified every time I pushed her down to the depths of her desires, but then, so had she. Looking at her, I wondered if the lure of pleasure would yet again prove too great for her to refuse.
“But, Sir, I...” Her voice trailed away as though she already knew what a futile hope her plea would be. It was glorious, though, to witness her faltering sense of hope.
Making the decision to leave Britain and go on the run with her had demanded I step up to be her protector, and it was a role I’d been happy to play.
No one wanted her safe as much as I did.
No one else loved her the way I did, but having reached the relative sanctuary of Zurich, I was ecstatic for the chance to remind her who I was, of who I would always be.
Not only her dark protector, but her most passionate tormentor.
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“I’M GIVING YOU WHAT you want.” I tipped her chin to meet my gaze. “You may have your climax if you meet my terms.”
“Oh, God.” Reaching for my trouser-clad shin, she sighed. “Adam, don’t make me do this, please.”
“I’m not making you do anything,” I replied happily.
Once upon a time, I’d have punished her for not referring to me properly, but given the trembling, disheveled state of Caroline, there was really no need.
I didn’t have to be a psychologist to see how close to the breaking point she was.
She would do what I told her, probably anything I told her, in order to chase her orgasm.
“If you prefer, you can get up and rest until I require my footrest again.”
“But no climax?”
“That’s right. No pleasure.” Leaning closer, I skimmed my mouth over hers, tasting the hot flavor of my cum on her lips. “Come on, Caroline, you’ve done far worse before than grind over your master’s shoe. What’s the problem?”
Her dark lashes fluttered at my query, her shoulders sagging at the reminder.
“Give me what I want, and you can have your pleasure.” My fingers shifted to her hair, easing back the silky strands clinging to her hot face. “You can come so hard you’ll see stars.”
It was cruel to play with her that way, to offer her everything she wanted if she’d only perform for me. I’d kept her on the edge for hours, and for days before then, too, but for the first time in all that duration, I was prepared to compromise.
Caroline could come if she played by my rules.
True, those rules were perverse and entertaining, but those were the breaks.
She was the one on her knees, the one who’d told me how much she loved to be there, and the one whose pussy was already soaking with enticing need.
I didn’t know why she was even pretending to consider not taking the offer.
We both knew she was going to say yes.
“So.” I checked my watch theatrically. “What’s it to be?”
“Yes, Sir.” Scrambling closer on her knees, her answer was immediate.
“Good.” Shifting my right foot out between us, I motioned for her to go ahead. “Then you may enjoy yourself, but remember, if you haven’t come by the time I get bored of the show, then you forfeit the chance.”
“You’re really going to make me do this, Sir?” She searched my eyes for any sign that my plan was part of a sick joke, but she should have known me better. I admitted I was twisted, and I rarely said things I didn’t mean.
“I told you.” Fisting her hair tighter, I planted a kiss on the edge of her nose. “I’m not making you do anything. I’m giving you a choice.”
Which we both know you’re going to take.
My lips twitched at the line I didn’t vocalize, though I wondered if she could see it in my eyes.
“Okay.” She sounded pained.
“I think you mean, ‘thank you, Sir. I accept your offer’.”
Toying with her never lost its appeal. Even after all the hours we’d spent together, and the times I’d teased and denied her, her breathy whimpers and frantic looks still managed to swell my cock, even when it was only just recently satisfied.
“Yes.” She forced in a breath. “Thank you, Sir. I accept.”
“All right then.” Releasing her hair, I settled back on the edge of the bed. The wooden post wasn’t the most comfortable seat, but I had the feeling she was going to distract me. “Enjoy yourself.”
Gripping the wood at either side of me, I grinned as she shuffled nearer and straddled my shoe. I noticed how she didn’t meet my eyes, her bottom lip disappearing between her white teeth as she contemplated her next move.
“Don’t forget this is supposed to be entertaining me.”
She glanced up at my clipped quip, her face nearly as red as her ass. “Yes, Sir, I just—”
“You’re overthinking.” I stretched my neck backward. “Do as you’ve been asked before I change my mind.”
The threat of my withdrawal had her moving, her thighs tense as her sex hovered over the leather. Slowly, she lowered, a tiny gasp fleeing her lips when her labia brushed the top of the shoe, and resting her head against my leg, her hips began to move.
I sensed the weight of her pussy against the leather at first, but with her head leaning against me, I was unable to see what she was doing.
“I said, a show...” I folded my arms across my chest for effect. “I can’t see anything, little girl.”
She froze at that, her head rising a fraction before she met my eyes. “Sir?”
“I need to see you.” I emphasized the final two words. “If you want to come, I need a show.”
She straightened, swallowing down her obvious distaste for my plan.
I supposed months as my prisoner, and living under Mitchell’s regime, had conditioned her to know better than to answer back, but I could still see the rebuttals flashing in her eyes.
The ‘how fucking dare yous’ lingered as she allowed her hips to move again.
“Better,” I praised. “Hands behind your back, though. Let me see those wonderful tits.”
Heaving in a breath, she did as I asked, pushing her breasts out as her hips picked up the pace.
“Is that good?” I could tell it was. After so long not being allowed to so much as touch her own sexual organs, I’d finally given her leave to degrade herself for both our pleasure.
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was huskier, her head falling back slightly as she snapped her hips over my feet.
“Very good.” I shifted one hand to stroke my swelling shaft. At the rate she was turning me on, I’d be back inside her as soon as she’d found her heaven. “You look amazing.”
“Oh, God.” Her groan shifted to a mewl as her pleasure intensified. “Thank you, Sir.”
The amount of time she spent calling out to her God, I might have been jealous had I not known the reality.
The only god that mattered in Caroline’s life was the one making her grovel at his feet.
She’d never told me whether she believed in the monolithic deity, but if such an entity existed, he’d done little to help her at Fortorus.
Only I had stepped up to help her, and initially at least, that had been for my own selfish gain.
“Hands behind your head,” I ordered, freeing my erection from my pants at her compliance.
She looked magnificent that way, thrusting her hips forward as the sounds and scents of her arousal filled the air around us. I’d seen for myself just how wet Caroline was before I’d tasked her with the denigration, but I had no doubt her passion had only amplified since.
“It sounds like you’re doing a grand job polishing my shoe.” Leaning forward, I tugged at her nipple while I fisted my cock. “Make it shine, little girl.”
“Sir!”
I watched as the first wave hit her, her lips parting as she lurched forward at my fingers’ insistence. She almost lost her balance, her thighs shaking in an attempt to steady her.
“I’ve got you,” I purred, sliding my hand north to wrap around her nape. Holding her there, I imagined how my dick would feel in all three of her holes while her body spasmed. “Let your arms down.”
Her limbs fell at the order, her mouth parted into a silent ‘O’. “Oh, fuck!”
She panted at the intensity, her expression shifting from pained to pleasured as she fought to process her competing emotions.
After so long waiting for my permission, so long being aroused and then denied, I could only imagine how ferocious those feelings were.
The longest I’d ever waited for anything was the pizza we’d had delivered a few days before.
“Please, Sir. I need to...”
She fought for the words, but my mouth stole them, devouring her lips as she jerked at another tremor.
The kiss was consuming, my fingers tightening at the back of her neck as I let her fill up my senses until all there was in the universe was Miss Craness and her tight ass, pert tits, and extremely wet pussy.
“Fuck.”
Her voice was smaller then, her eyes gleaming with a thousand unspoken passions as I withdrew, confusion mingling with repletion. Having begged me for release for days, she’d clearly wanted the climax, but I sensed she somehow hadn’t been prepared for the wall of desire she’d collided with.
“Better?”
However sublime denying her had been, I’d never expected her release to be so damn satisfying. The extent of her pleasure had been so vast that it had even temporarily quieted the throbbing in my balls, though that need would also need dampening soon.
“Thank you, Sir.” Grateful tears swam in her eyes as I released her nape and gestured to my huge erection. “I really needed that.”
“I know.” She really was a pleasure to play with. “And now I’m going to fuck you again.”