want to take that giant cock into her mouth and have him use her like a common whore. He continued to wait. Finally she tentatively licked his palm. “That is the smell of you and me. Together.” He murmured, “Soon you will know it well.”
She shuddered at the salty taste in her mouth, torn between revulsion and a growing curiosity. He had already proven that sex held some pleasantness. What he wanted couldn’t possibly bring her more. Could it?
“Have you no faith in me?” he tsked. “What is your favorite candy?”
“I cannot afford candy.”
He waved away the comment. “Pretend you can afford anything you would like.”
“Fine.” She thought she might have an inkling of what he was about. If so, it would make the next few minutes bearable.
“Minutes?” He gave a shout of laughter. “You do me an injustice.”
“But...you’re ready.”
“Prolonging the release will make for greater pleasure for everyone involved.”
Not for her. But whatever. “Chocolate,” she replied softly.
“Excellent. Mine too. Let me untie you.” With a flick of his fingers, he freed her from one binding and then the other.
Vetis tugged the tapestry bell pull hanging by the bed then gave the soft material a tiny caress. He turned to Amara and laced his fingers with hers.
His erection still big and strong, he walked naked with her over to the dais where he’d touched her with such impersonal hands last night. Amara shivered at the memory. He hadn’t hurt her yet. For that she was grateful.
Vetis dragged a footrest over to set in front of the chair. He eased into the large throne chair where he’d lain her over his knees like a banquet last night. “Straddle the footrest, knees on the floor, facing me.”
The soft silk of the rug underneath the chair tickled her knees and calves, and the rough hide covering the footrest abraded her overly sensitive mound.
He slouched back with his buttocks on the edge, so that somehow the stool was just the correct height. His erection bobbed in her face. She was so close she could count the beats of his pulse through the thickened veins. His rod grew stiffer and stiffer with her perusal.
The door behind them opened.
“Ah, thank you, Figgins.” He gestured lazily to the small table next to his chair. “You can put the tray here.”
“Very good, my Lord.”
Amara wanted to slither to the floor and hide underneath the chair so that the butler wouldn’t see her.
But Vetis lifted her chin up gently. “There is no shame in mutual love play.”
“Quite right, sir.” The butler never even looked at Amara. Not even a peek. He quietly exited the room.
“Have you no sense of propriety?” she asked him curious enough to risk his displeasure.
“I spent thousands of years trapped with only male Demons for company, chained to unforgiving rock by a sorcerer’s spell, and without a single stitch of clothing.”
She shuddered at the picture of isolation and degradation.
He continued. “I wear clothing simply because the feel of the sensuous fabric against my skin pleases me. But being naked holds no shame. It is but a state.”
He reached over to the tray and lifted an ornate silver dish into his palm. The rich dark aroma of chocolate wafted to her senses. Gods, she hadn’t had chocolate in years. Since her sixteenth birthday. Long before her marriage. Before her life changed.
Her mouth watered. Involuntarily, she leaned toward the seductive treat. Her heart thudded in her chest slowly as he dipped one long finger into the bowl of warm chocolate. She followed the path of his finger as he sloppily traced her mouth. Her lips parted. The sweet flavor burst on her tongue as he pressed his finger into her mouth.
Gods, it was so good.
She licked the chocolate from her lips, nearly moaning from the taste.
He smiled lazily. “More?”
“Yes, please.”
“How can I deny such a sweet request?” With his finger, he scooped out a little more.
She tracked his hand as he