Mistress in the Making by Lynne Silver

hurt?”
    She shook her head.
    “Good. That’ll teach you to fall asleep without staying up for me.” Without waiting for her response, he leaned his head in and nipped her right nipple, then her left. Her breathy cry told him he’d caused pleasure, not pain. Good. And bad. Tonight he wanted to explore her boundaries between pleasure and pain, or rather, how much pleasure she could take before it became too much.
    Her nipples pearled into hard little treats for him to lick…to bite. “You like that.” A statement, not a question.
    She nodded and thrust her chest up from the bed as much as possible with her bound arms. Instead of acknowledging her very obvious cues, he moved his mouth away from her nipples lower to her flat belly. He was pleased to note it was now softly curving. Their first days together, he’d been unhappy to note every bump of her ribs. She’d hinted that money had been tight at home. It must have been a hell of a lot more than tight if she was still slightly emaciated after a few months of eating at Madame Bella’s table. He hoped the Madame didn't starve her girls. Fully breasted, luscious women would sell better than scrawny chickens.
    Still, Charlotte looked a hell of a lot better now than ten days ago. Overcome with a sudden need to share his feelings, he looked up from his love bites around her navel. “You’re beautiful.”
    She didn’t respond.
    He repeated his sentiment.
    She smiled but tried to shrug him away. “No, my sister’s the beautiful one.”
    He frowned, hating anyone denigrating his mistress, including his mistress. “Stop insulting yourself. You’re beautiful.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he clamped a hand over her lips. ”Don't argue with your protector or I may feel it necessary to tie more than just your hands.”
    She clamped her lips closed, though he caught the flitter of desire that washed through her at his threat of binding her mouth. “You dirty girl,” he murmured with delight that quickly turned into focused intention. He lowered back from her navel to the juncture of her thighs and resumed pleasuring her with his tongue. Slowly, then faster he lapped up her creamy wetness, paying close attention to the flutters rippling through her.
    When she seemed on the precipice he backed off his quickened pace and relaxed into a slow, arrhythmic savoring of her body.
    “Lucas?”
    He heard the wonder in her voice, but he wasn’t going for wonder. He wanted frustration.
    “Lucas, I was close. Come inside me now.”
    He pulled his mouth away to answer, but kept a steady finger circling but never touching her clitoris.
    “Lucas?”
    “Not yet.” He was only getting started. He planned on bringing her to the brink several times before allowing her to find her release. It wasn’t going to be easy. His hard cock was a screaming despot demanding he move up Charlotte’s body and pound into her until he came.
     
    Charlotte struggled to lift her head, which was difficult considering the state of her bound arms combined with the boneless weight of her body brought on by Lucas’ sinful mouth. What was her lover doing? Normally he was all generosity, making her gasp with pleasure again and again. He never denied her or himself. She could feel his need from the tautness of his muscles against her body, but he wasn’t giving in to his need now.
    Instead, he was, oh god… Her head fell back as his tongue resumed its slow and steady path along her inner thighs to deep inside her. He came close to the spot where she needed him most, but he only teased with a quick lick or nibble, never giving her the pressure she craved. “Lucas, please.”
    “Please what?” He stopped all body contact to kneel between her thighs and grin evilly at her.
    “Please…” Though she’d learned to do everything her body craved, she had yet to gain comfort with giving voice to her needs and desires. Instead she showed Lucas at every opportunity how much she enjoyed his