He stared me down, his dark hair falling forward from the sharp turn of his head. Combined with the flash of primal green eyes intent upon a sexual conquering made him look even more dangerous than I'd first imagined. Dangerous and dominant as he stalked back over to me, a little gleam of amusement on his lips right before pouncing on me again.
He knelt down and started in undoing the laces of my boots. It took about 3 seconds for him to get one off and then the other, socks instantly following. "This will be a fast and dirty fuck, kitten, as we don't have a lot of time. I'm assuming you don't mind since you were the one to ask for it. Am I right?"
"Yes, my lord." Oh, I asked for it all right.
Ivan was now peeling my jeans down my legs and taking my underwear along with them. "Good little kitten, answering in the correct form. You should get a nice reward for that, I think." As my jeans left me completely and dropped to the floor, I was naked from the waist down, shivering from the way he stared at my body, but also in anticipation of whatever my 'reward' might be. "As long as you're quiet." In far less time than he'd done my jeans, he tugged off my shirt, unhooked my bra, and flung both away. "There's to be no screaming, no loud crying or making a fuss. No matter what I do. You have to be as quiet as a little mouse, even—when—you—come." He took ahold of my chin in one hand and roughly pulled me close, his lips hovering just above mine. "Do you understand the rules?"
"Yes, my lord," I whispered, hoping I'd be able to comply, but also wickedly curious about what he'd do to me if I didn't. The way he was glaring down at me, so aristocratic and imposing, and still fully clothed in contrast to my bare nakedness, had amped me into a state of arousal so intense, I could barely think.
"Clasp your hands together and keep them that way. If I had anything to bind you properly I would." His words were sharp but in no way cruel. This time would be a crash course in instruction—him giving his expectations and how I was to present myself, which up till now he'd never expressed to me. He had bound my hands before so that wasn't a total surprise, but the silent-play was. If I had to guess, it was because of where we were in his house right now—on the first floor where employees were busy at their work and actively present—and he didn't want his staff to feel uncomfortable knowing what we were doing in his study. A Dom with a conscience apparently, and it only endeared me more. "Now one last thing before we begin," he said pointedly, eyes darkly roaming all over my very naked and sensitive skin.
I clasped my hands together in front of me, crossing my thumbs into an X to lock them. I lifted my eyes to him and waited.
"You're very fucking perfect right now by the way. That's not my question of course, I just think you need to know how very much you're pleasing me, Miss Hargreave."
His praise shattered the last remaining shreds of reservation I might've still held onto in the darkest corners of my mind. Reservations about whether I should be entering this arrangement with him. They evaporated. Just gone. I needed this—whatever we were doing for each other—needed it like my next breath.
"Tell me your color, kitten."
"It's green, my lord."
But then he was kissing me again and I forgot everything else. Since I'd known him, I'd discovered that Ivan was a man who liked to kiss. A masterful kisser at that. Ivan never rushed kissing me—before, during, or after the sex, and I now knew I had a serious addiction to his kisses.
To Lord Rothvale's kisses.
He kissed me now and I let myself float away, my mind going as silent as my voice. I indulged in the sensation of wonderfulness as I gave over this moment in time to him. He took a little journey with his mouth and plundered mine thoroughly, his tongue pressing inside demandingly hard. When he was good and ready he moved on to work over my neck, making what was certain to be a mark from how hard he sucked on the spot he favored just below where my jaw met my ear. Even though he didn't rush, he was busy as he kissed, a single destination calling to his mouth above all else. My "spectacular tits" as he'd often referred to them. Making a woman feel she is beautiful is a skill that few men possess, but Lord Rothvale was one of them. Lucky me he could make me feel so beautiful when he worshipped over my body like this. Still dressed in his clothes while I was as bare as the day I'd been born, I realized this was how Ivan would fuck me in his study today. He had absolutely no intention of taking off any of his clothes for me in here. I pouted inwardly in disappointment, but it was also a freaking hot trigger at the same time—which I'm sure he knew. Ivan was going to ravish me just as I'd asked him to.
He loomed over me on the green leather chaise and sucked on my nipples slowly, finishing each sucking pull with his teeth in a soft bite until they were tight peaks of sensation. It was hard not to make any vocalization to pleasure. I wanted to, but I wanted to please him more. My breathing sped up when I felt his mouth pull away from a breast to move down my torso. He jerked me down on the chaise to my back simultaneous with opening my legs wide with hard forcing hands. Spread before him, he flared his green eyes for a second before dipping his mouth to my pussy and devouring just as excellently as he'd done to my breasts. I swallowed hard and let my head fall back as the pleasure overtook me and gave in to the orgasm that started building the second his hot tongue began flicking over my clit.
After long minutes of exquisite bliss, when he sensed I was about to come, he stilled his tongue and just blew his hot breath against my pussy, torturing me so damn good I couldn't stop the squeak of protest that came out of my mouth.
"Kitten is not supposed to make sounds but she just made one." He moved back onto his knees and stared down at me so sternly beautiful, my chest heaving with the pent up need to come hanging in the air between us. "You deserve some discipline for making that sound don't you, kitten?"
"Yes, my lord, I—I broke your r-rule," I stammered, trying to meet his gaze and to breathe. Which was not an easy feat when he looked so beautifully sexy leering down at me, about to command me to something I desperately wanted to do for him even if I didn't even know what it was yet. I would do whatever he asked, and I'd love doing it.
Ivan jerked me up to sitting again, studying me with fiery eyes as he moved a hand to his jeans, popping the buttons free with ease along with his erection. He stroked his big, long, hard, cock in his hand for just a pull or two before saying, "Open your mouth, kitten, because here comes your discipline."
I did.
He buried his cock deep, all the way to the back of my throat where I could feel the tip of him bottoming out. The sides of my head were gripped in his tight hands, totally at his mercy as he worked me on and off his cock with a furious need. I felt my eyes start to water as he fucked my mouth deeply enough to make me gag. He'd let up just long enough for me to take in a breath and then do it again, filling me up just until I reached the point for the involuntary need to expel him from my throat. The extra action as I constricted around his big choking cock deep-throating me is what felt so good.
He told me so.
"Ohhhhhh...you're sooo very good at this." He rumbled out a deep groan of pleasure as he thrust deeply to the back of my throat. "Dealing out cock-sucking discipline to you is definitely my new favorite, but I promised you a fast and dirty fuck and I always do what I promise." He held me down on his cock as deep and as far as he could go for a final long moment and then forced my head side to side a few times before releasing me on a low erotic sigh. "What do you have to say about that, kitten?" His hands still gripped both sides of my head as he stared down at me—at what must be my utterly wrecked face wet with tears and saliva from his discipline.