Busted by Cher Carson

that night out of his
head. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
    Her eyes flew open before her hand began to glide down her
flat stomach.
    “Stop!” He knew his harsh tone startled her, but she needed
to know that he was in charge. “I’ll tell you when and if you can touch
yourself. Is that understood?”
    “Yes… sir .”
    His eyes penetrated hers as she searched for a sign of
mockery he didn’t see. Just the sound of that word on her lips nearly brought
him to his knees, but he refused to reveal his weakness. “I like that.” He had
never been so tempted to ravage a woman in his life. He wanted to take her,
possess her, make her his in every sense of the word. But he knew she would
spook easily… he had to tread lightly. He questioned whether she even
understood what she was getting herself into, agreeing to be his submissive.
Not that she’d agreed to anything yet, but she would. Soon.
    “Show me how wet you are. Now.”
    He watched her hands glide down her stomach, over her hips,
to her mound. The clipped triangle hid her arousal from him, and he practically
trembled by the time she slid a finger between her soft lips, peeling herself
apart for his perusal.
    “Jesus,” he whispered. The sight of her pink and swollen,
glistening with the evidence of her excitement, made it difficult for him to
think straight. “You’re so hot, so sexy.”
    “Please…”
    He knew she was close to climaxing, but he wanted to draw
out her orgasm as long as he could stand it. “Rub your clit, but stop when I
tell you to. Got it?”
    Without responding, she began rubbing the distended bud
feverishly, as though she couldn’t stand to wait another second to claim the
orgasm her body desperately needed.
    “Stop!”
    She whimpered, but pulled her hand away, waiting for his
instructions.
    “Now I want you to slide two fingers into your pussy, nice
and slow. Don’t thrust, just enjoy the sensation.”
    She widened her stance and he watched two fingers disappear.
    “Spread your legs wider and add a third finger.” His voice
sounded raspy, and he was closer to the edge than he’d ever been fully clothed.
His body pleaded with him to just take her already, but he wouldn’t give in
until he took her to the peak of sanity and back again. “That’s it, just like
that.” He watched her tilt her hips up, and he knew she was dying to plunge her
fingers in and out of her tight heat.
    “Oh…”
    “Look at me,” he said quietly. “You know why I’m doing this,
don’t you?”
    “I—”
    “Your pleasure is mine now. Your body, your orgasms are
mine. You don’t come until I tell you to. You don’t use any toys to get off
when you’re alone. You don’t come unless I’m with you, unless I give you
permission. Is that understood?”
    “But… I…”
    “You want to come, don’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    “You trust me to make you feel good?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good.” Cole knew she wasn’t ready to surrender completely,
but she would be by the end of the night. He would make sure of it. “Now, I
want you to slide your fingers in and out while you rub your clit with your
thumb. But when you feel like you’re gonna come, I want you to stop. If you
come, I’ll be very, very angry.”
    “But I need to come, please.”
    “You will, soon. But I want to taste you. I want to feel you
throbbing against my lips when you do.”
    She shivered and her eyes glazed over as she slid her
fingers in and out of her tight opening. “Oh God…”
    “That’s enough.” He didn’t trust that she had the control to
halt her orgasms at will yet, so he decided it was time for him to take over.
“Take my clothes off.” He watched her walk toward him slowly, and when she
reached for him, his cock jerked in response. He had always had impressive
endurance with his previous lovers, but he knew this woman would test his iron
will tonight and every night thereafter.
    She kissed his chest as she bared it, and he thought about
chastising her for