What Happens After Dark by Jasmine Haynes Read Free Book Online

there was only the punishment with none of the pleasure. Because suddenly you were nothing to them. Nothing. The way Derek had made her feel in the end.
    But not Luke. She’d never been with a man this long. They weren’t in a relationship, but still, she’d never had a man keep coming back for six months. Of course she knew the fact no one else ever stuck around meant there was something wrong with her; she just didn’t know how to fix that.
    His breath ruffled the hair at her ear. Through the thin curtains, the light pink of sunrise pushed back against the bedroom’s shadows.
    She’d never thought of telling him she cooked. Because she lived alone, most people thought she didn’t cook for herself. Even her mother asked her if she ate ramen out of a cup for dinner. She wondered at the other things she could do for Luke, things that would make her special to him.
    His hand suddenly slid up her abdomen to cup her breast. A thumb flicked her nipple. Then he pinched her. Bree sighed. She didn’t have incredibly sensitive nipples. But when he pinched hard enough, she could feel it all the way down to her belly.
    Maybe he’d like her to get breast enhancements. She had a bit of money in the bank, and she didn’t think it cost as much as it used to. “Do you wish my breasts were bigger?”
    He was silent a long moment, his hand unmoving on her, then finally he ran his fingers in a circle around her breast. “You’re perfect.”
    Like her cocksucking and her cooking.
    “Don’t change yourself. I want a real woman.” He slipped down to palm her pussy. He’d made her sleep naked, and she was already wet. His morning woody throbbed at the base of her spine. “I want everything to be real.
    She knew he meant her orgasms. “What do you want me to do to you this morning?” she whispered, her gaze on the sun rising outside the window.
    “Spread your legs and masturbate for me. I want to watch.”
    Masturbation was dirty and naughty, and Luke loved watching. He made her feel beautiful and precious when he watched her.
    They shifted almost synchronously in the bed as Luke threw back the covers. His cock, turgid, cast a long shadow. He stroked himself as she spread her legs and tunneled down to her pussy, finding her clit and circling.
    “I can see how wet you are.”
    “It’s too dark,” she murmured, her body already starting to move against her fingers, an unconscious matching of rhythms. She could come easily this way for him, without guilt, because he wasn’t touching her.
    “There’s enough light. I love the way you masturbate. Close your eyes and pretend I’m not here.”
    She obeyed, feeling the shift on the mattress as he propped himself on an elbow. Then she slid a finger straight into her channel, gathering her moisture and moving back to her clit. “I’m such a dirty slut,” she said, willing him to pick up on her needs.
    “You’re a filthy slut, and I have a fantasy that will show just how much of a slut you are,” he whispered as if he were part of a dream. “I will take you to a club, lay you down on a clean bed, and have you masturbate for strangers. So they’ll all see what a slut you are.”
    She felt something cut loose inside her with his words, his desire. She was suddenly a thousand feet higher on the precipice, her breath puffing through her lips.
    “You want to do it because you’re a dirty bitch. I need to see how hard my filthy slut will make them. I want them to salivate for a taste of your pretty, naughty cunt, knowing that you’re mine and they can never have you.”
    The names he called her were like endearments, and she moaned to the vision he created. All those men craving her, touching themselves because they wanted her so badly. She thrashed her head on the pillow, his words surrounding her like a chant.
    “They will beg me to let them fuck my little whore. I want to know how much they’ll pay me to let them have you. Then I’ll slam them down, tell them you’re mine