His To Take: Night One Read Online Free Page A

I felt anything so pleasurable.
    “Your nipples are sweet as strawberries.”
    I moaned low as he tongued one, then the other, again and again. Soon I began panting, my hips rocking. Could I come just from his wicked tongue?
    I moaned and bucked my naked crotch up, yearning for contact.
    H e rasped against my nipple, “So passionate—I knew you’d be like this! Abandoned.”
    I cried, “What does that mean?”
    “It means you get lost in sex, a slave to whatever makes your pussy wetter.”
    Was I abandoned? Was this a bad thing? No, it was just the drug!
    “In other words, you’re a prize to a man like me.” He sat in his chair once more, leaving me fretful. “Now bring your feet up, flat on the desk. That’s it. Spread your thighs.”
    I should warn him. “It’s really , um, between my...”
    “Tell me, Julie t.”
    About to die of embarrassment, I admitted, “It’s wet.”
    “ What is wet? Your pussy?” Was his tone amused?
    I blinked up at him, still shocked by his language. Something told me I’d better get used to it.
    “ That is what you’ll call your vagina from now on. Your pussy or your cunt. That’s how you’ll come to think of it. Do you understand?”
    These dirty words in his accent seemed to stroke me inside. “Y-yes, sir.”
    “Now show me that wet pussy of yours. Thighs wide. You’re going to want them wider than my shoulders—trust me. Wider.” He slapped one of my ankles, then the other. “Wider!”
    When my ankles were spread past the width of his broad shoulders, I wanted to cover my face with my hands.
    I was relieved when he ordered, “Close your eyes. And keep them closed.”
    I squeezed my eyes shut with embarrassment, all but able to feel his gaze on my ... pussy. I was completely vulnerable to him. I thought I heard him pull the chain on a lamp, then I felt the heat from a lightbulb.
    Was he examining me? Staring at my most private flesh?
    “That’s it,” he grated. “Just lie there, spread to me, while I peruse you like a contract.”
    At that moment, I felt very much like his possession, a thing he owned. A slave. So why was I getting off on this? Not knowing where or when he was going to touch me only heightened my arousal.
    And if I was honest with myself, I’d admit that the idea of being his possession was electrifying my body.
    As if he read my mind, he said, “Do you want to be possessed by me? To be my toy? Answer thoroughly and honestly.”
    Yes! my mind cried. “The idea ... arouses me. But I-I don’t know why.”
    “Maybe because you sense how I play with my toys.” He rubbed two fingers over my swollen clitoris, making me choke on a cry. “Your pussy is so pink and drenched, it sheens like icing on a confection. I could devour it for hours.”
    Had I just heard him licking his lips? At the idea, I had to bite back a moan.
    He tugged my labia open, until I could perceive the heat of his lamp on my inner flesh. “Do you want me to devour you? Do you crave for me to lick your pussy until it quivers and comes?”
    Anything to alleviate this ache! “Yes, sir.”
    “Ask me.”
    “Will you kiss me there?”
    “Here?” He kissed one of my thighs, sucking it hard, sure to leave a love bite. “Or do you want my mouth on your pussy ? Licking it? Ask me like the wanton you are.”
    “Will you lick ... my pussy?” Just saying the word made a sharp spike of lust surge in me. My pale skin showed my blushes so easily; I must be awash in red.
    “Yes, I believe I will.” I felt his breaths ... right before his tongue.
    He probed it directly at my core, then licked the length of my slit up to my aching clitoris.
    I gave a sharp moan . “Cesan!” When he rolled his tongue back and forth over the swollen nub, I arched my back with delight
    “I’ve found myself a honeyed hole ,” he rasped. “Delizioso.” He laid his big palm flat over my mons, tugging up until my clitoris was even more exposed. Then he sucked it fully into his mouth.
    “Oh, my