Permanent Marker by Angel Payne Read Free Book Online

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    He was right about that too. Oh God, he was right. As he curled his fingers against her skin, kneading one buttock, then the other, deep shivers of pure heat spiraled into her upper thighs, down to her knees and her toes, then back up again, centering in a pool of liquid magma right between her thighs. It was all she could do not to buck and squirm, simultaneously wanting to flee him and beg him for more.
    She whipped her face away, digging her forehead into the bench pad. If her ass was that hot, everything from her neck up must be the shade of ripe turnips. “Oh God!”
    He dug his fingers in a little harder, nipping the meat of her ass. “That’s not what I want to hear, pet.” Though the words chastised, his tone was nearly a knight’s courting croon. “Turn your face back to me, so I can see you say the words. ‘My mouth is beautiful.’”
    She was so tempted to give him a snarl, the damn safe word, or both. But part of her, a growing part, wanted to simply lie there in silence, pushing his patience, wondering what he’d do if she did. The part that never wanted to be without his warm, knowing touch ever again.
    “Fine!” She flipped her face back toward him. “My mouth is beautiful.” She deliberately rushed it. “Pleased with yourself?”
    It was a ridiculous question. The man beamed. “Of course. But I’m more than happy to share my pleasure, honey.”
    He’d barely drawled the last of that before dipping his fingers deeper between her legs. The contact with her sex only lasted a second but hit her like the tap of a wizard’s wand. Every nerve ending in her clit pulsed, zapping energy up her body. She jolted her head up, a cry escaping before she could help it.
    “Easy, sweet Rose. We’re not done yet.”
    The hell we aren’t!
    “I— This— I really can’t—”
    “Of course you can. And you will.” He coaxed her head back down by pulling the elastic band free from her ponytail, then spidering his hand against her head. “Next you’re going to tell me, ‘My body is beautiful.’”
    “This is crazy! What if somebody comes in here and—”
    “That’s my concern, not yours.” He let a long moment go by, working deeper magic into her scalp and her ass with his kneading, exploring hands. “Now don’t you have something you’d like to tell me?”
    She huffed, and once more, he pinched her ass in reprimand. He did it harder this time, once on each cheek. The brief pain acted like a switch in her brain, channeling her attention thoroughly on him, on what he’d requested of her. No, on what he’d ordered of her. And how much she yearned now to obey. To bring that smile to his face that seemed to radiate from his whole being.
    “I— My…my body is beautiful.”
    She didn’t rush it this time. Because it didn’t feel so stupid this time. It felt kind of amazing. Kind of like it could be…the truth.
    “Rose.” His own reply was low and husky. “Your body is beautiful.”
    Just like that, his words pulled them across another unseen bridge—then burned that passage down right behind them. Rose saw it in the transition in his face, his jaw jutting and nostrils flaring. She felt it in her most intimate core, so deep inside, sending tiny streams of need down into her pussy, shaking her from the inside out. She moaned and shivered from its force. He only made things worse, and better too, as he withdrew the hand in her hair and dipped it beneath her shorts, as well.
    “So lovely,” he murmured, cupping an ass cheek in each hand. For the first time, Rose resisted her bonds. His touch was torment and enchantment, sending a thousand tingles through her body. Her skin didn’t feel like enough to contain her anymore. She bucked and writhed from the flood of feeling, sure she was going to fall apart.
    “Sshhh. Breathe. Breathe .”
    How was it that his voice saved her from the very torture he inflicted?
    “Focus on me, Rose. Listen to my voice. Focus on what I want you to say