When I'm With You: Part VII Read Online Free

whatever I command?” he clarified, gray eyes gleaming.
    “Yes.”
    He studied her closely. “You could truly submit to that degree? You would have to do everything that I insisted you do. You would have to make my pleasure your highest priority, knowing that it would please me if you followed my demands without question. This is what you agree to for the night?”
    “I agree to it,” she said without hesitation.
    He looked amused . . . and aroused by her daring.
    “Then wash me, little slave.”
    She moved away from him momentarily, turning off the whirlpool. She wanted to be able to look down into the clear, still water and see his body perfectly. Her smile was supposed to be seductive as she turned to face him and reached for the soap and a washcloth, but when Lucien’s eyebrows went up amusedly, she suspected she’d looked more mischievous than anything. She put her knees on either side of his hips, kneeling and lathering up her hands before placing them on his chest. She relished the opportunity to touch all that lean, hard muscle and smooth skin without restraint. He said nothing while she cleaned him, but she felt his gaze on her, watching her every movement. The sound of the water trickling from the washcloth onto his skin and back into the water struck her as highly sensual. Elise couldn’t help noticing that his cock was becoming stiffer and more swollen with every pass of her lathered hand and the cloth.
    Excitement raced in her blood. She would clean his belly and thighs, torturing him as he had tormented her last night, and then finally touch his cock. She had just slid her hand against his flat, ridged abdomen, however, when he reached up and grabbed her shoulders.
    “Lucien,” she murmured, frowning at the thwarting of her mission when he firmly pulled her down against him, her knees bent as she knelt over him, her belly sliding against his delicious erection and hard torso. He shifted, so that she lay against him, her belly and breasts in the water while her ass and pelvis were above the surface.
    “Give me that,” he demanded softly, reaching for the soap in her hand.
    “But I was washing you,” she protested a moment later when he lathered up her back with large, soapy hands.
    “I’m clean enough,” he murmured. He firmed his hold on her waist and slid her higher up his body, her legs straddling him and her face just inches from his. So she was looking directly into his eyes when he matter-of-factly slid a finger between her ass cheeks.
    “Lucien?” she whimpered when he touched her anus with the tip of his finger, rubbing against the sensitive area firmly.
    “Hush,” he soothed before he penetrated her with the warm, slippery finger. Her mouth fell open and she gasped against his lips and the foreign invasion. Beneath her, she felt his cock lurch next to her skin.
    “It feels . . . odd,” she whispered dazedly. “Do you have to do that?”
    A small laugh fell past his lips. “Yes. I suppose I do,” he replied as he began to slide his finger in and out of her asshole. It felt shamefully good having him touch her so intimately while he watched her every reaction so closely. Her cheeks flamed with a strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal.
    “And I suppose I have to let you,” she said. “Because I’m your slave for the night?”
    “That’s correct.”
    He used his other hand to push her face down to him. He kissed her for several minutes passionately while they lay in the hot water and he continued to thrust his finger in and out of her. It felt almost unbearably intimate to her . . . untenably exciting. By the time he sealed their kiss she was panting softly and her sex was aching and ready.
    “Finish washing up and get out of the tub,” Lucien said next to her mouth. She moaned softly when he withdrew his finger from her ass. She began moving her hands over his slick body hungrily, but he caught her wrists. “Do as I say,” he said, his voice soft but with