“Beautiful, Emma, close your eyes and get lost in my touch.”
I was already there, a step ahead.
Painstakingly slowly, his kisses moved lower.
Who was this man who could turn me into putty with his touch?
I’d never been like this with anyone else, even men I knew and who knew me. It was as if Rett Ramses had an instruction manual on what exactly it took to turn me on.
“Open your legs.”
I opened my eyes and brought my arms down, blocking his progress. “I’m not—”
A warm palm gently covered my cheek. “I know all about you, Emma. I don’t care that you’re not a virgin. I care that from now until your last breath, I will be the only one to touch you.”
My virginity.
That hadn’t been the end of my sentence. I pushed against his chest. “Rett, that isn’t...what I meant to say is that I’m not ready for sex.”
“You agreed to obey.”
I nodded in the dark. “I know. I did and I will try. What you did in that dining room was...I’ve never reacted...but I need to have some say.”
Rett sat taller. I sensed his dark gaze on me. “Like the lock on the door?”
“Yes, like the lock.”
“Lift your arms, Emma, as I had them, and spread your legs for me. I’ll give you time if you continue to do as I say.”
My heart ricocheted against my breastbone as I slowly lifted my arms. My pulse beat like a drum thumping in my ears. As my fingers searched the headboard, I wished for a brass bed frame or something to hold. The warmth of Rett’s touch skirted over my stomach, reminding me of his second command. Without a reminder, I did as he’d said, scooting my feet up and allowing my knees to fall to the sides.
“I haven’t yet touched your pussy. Tell me if you’re wet.”
“I am.”
“Why, Emma?”
“I don’t know. It’s you and I’m not sure why I react to you like this.”
“It’s because we belong together. It was fate and neither of us can fight it. You were born to be mine. The gods knew what they were doing when you were created. As the daughter of a king, you’re destined to be a princess about to be coronated a queen. And equally as significant, as the daughter of a whore, you’re perfect to not only handle my desires but to also find pleasure in them.”
A king?
A whore?
Before I could comprehend or respond, I let out a shout as two long fingers plunged deep inside me.
“Oh, yes, Emma. So responsive. Not only are you wet, you’re tight.” His fingers continued to work me, in and out, a third finger stretching me. “I’m not sure my cock will fit.”
His free hand held me in place, splayed over my stomach as his other plunged and twisted. His fingers curled as he worked me into a frenzy. My mind couldn’t think beyond his actions. Even his words were lost until he scooted down the bed and his warm breath blew upon my already-sensitive clit. With no other stimuli, I came, calling out his name.
It wasn’t enough. Rett wasn’t done. He buried his face at my core. As he had the night before, he licked and nipped, a ravenous man. The growth of hair on his cheeks continued to abrade my most sensitive areas as he held me captive to his ministrations.
The second orgasm came hard, nerve endings igniting from my head to my toes, as a fevered chill scurried over my skin. My thoughts were jumbled and my breathing labored as Rett moved back up my body, leaving a trail of kisses until our lips met. As his tongue sought entrance, I was lost to this man’s ability to work me over like no one else.
No longer were my hands over my head but reaching out to his broad shoulders and weaving through his dark mane. As my touch skirted over his chest, I realized that while I was completely nude, Rett was fully dressed. “You’re still dressed,” I finally said as we pulled apart.
He didn’t speak, but hummed his reply.
“You weren’t planning on sex, were you?”
Rett teased a tendril of long hair away from my face. “As long as you keep up your side of this agreement, we have plenty of time for fucking. You, dear Emma, are a very rare and exceptionally fine wine. I don’t need to gulp. I find immense satisfaction in sipping. For now, I want to savor having you here in my home where you’re at my disposal day and night.”
“I’m not a pet you can keep locked up to play with when you have time.”
Rett sat taller. “You’re not a pet. You’re to be a queen. You won’t be if you’re dead.”
“Is that another offer to take my life with your own hands?”
“No. It’s a reminder that you’re here for a reason. There’s a war being waged.”
A war?
I reached out and flattened my palm over his shirt. “What happened after you left last night? Tell me what danger is lurking.”
“We’ll talk. I suggest you go cover yourself. I’ll have food brought up, and we can discuss things over lunch.”
“Discuss things now.”
His exhale filled the air. “When food arrives, I refuse to allow anyone to see you as you are right now.”
“No one can see in this darkness.”
“Listen, Emma. This isn’t a topic for debate. From now until forever, I am the only one to see you nude and the only one to touch you.”
While I wasn’t complaining, I also wasn’t sold that this was a forever deal. However, in the short time I’d had the rare opportunity to know Everett Ramses, I was keenly conscious that arguing that or any other point was...futile. I fumbled with the covers, freeing my feet. “I need lights to find the bathroom.”
Rett got up from the bed before reaching for my hand. “Come, let me help you.”
As I stood, he pulled me close. In that second, I knew that even if he hadn’t planned on sex, his body was ready. Cool air surrounded me as he brushed his lips over my head.
“I won’t wait forever. Sipping has its merits, but the more I have you close, the more I want of you.”
It was a warning and a promise. I nodded against his shirt. Sex was going to happen. I couldn’t even say I didn’t want it. I could only say that I wasn’t ready. The reason or reasons were getting more difficult to articulate. After all, Everett Ramses had brought me to ecstasy multiple times, seen me naked, and touched...well most of me.
I lifted my hand to his unshaved cheek. “Thank you, Rett, for waiting.”
With each step, my muscles reminded me of Rett Ramses’s talent when it came to inducing pleasure. Opening the door to the bathroom, Rett reached inside and hit the switch, flooding the room with light. My eyes squinted as I took in the sparkling marble.
It was as I made my way across the room that I heard Rett’s voice. For a moment, my breathing stopped as I listened, assuming he was speaking on his phone.
“Go, we’ll have our noon meal. Bring coffee too. Miss North did just wake.”
“Yes, sir.”
My chest contracted at the second man’s voice.
Was there someone else in the room?
After all of Rett’s talk of only him seeing me, had Ian or another man been inside watching?
Reaching for a towel, I wrapped it around me and opened the door. While the curtains were still drawn, the bedroom was now filled with artificial light. “Who were you talking to?”