Authors: Sindra van Yssel
Tags: #Romance, #erotic romance; BDSM; contemporary; m/f, #BDSM Contemporary
His Little Tart (24 page)
“I want to feel you come again,” he whispered to her.
Will you come too?
she was about to ask, and then he slipped two fingers into her pussy, and she didn’t have the words. She had thought she felt full before, but now it felt double. His fingers were pressing against her G-spot, and on the other side, nerves she hadn’t known she had were squeezed between the hardness of his cock and his fingers. She thought she only needed him to touch her clit to come again, hard—and then she found she didn’t even need that.
“Come now,” he said, and she climaxed, squeezing his cock and his fingers, grabbing the sheets in her fists. Even through her own pleasure, she felt him tense and swell, pulse, and finally shoot hot liquid deep inside her. Her arms couldn’t hold her up anymore, and her legs felt rubbery. She collapsed against the bed, feeling utterly full of him, completely his. Every inch of her.
She heard him try to catch his breath. “Mine.”
“Yes, Master.”
He pulled out of her slowly and then patted down her backside with a towel, cleaning up all the excess lube. She sighed, feeling pampered.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
“Hurry.”
She heard him run the water to clean himself, and she rolled over so that she could get a better look at him when he came back.
He was still drying himself off when he walked back. It looked like fun. “Here, let me take care of that,” Constance said.
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He chuckled and tossed her the towel. She caught it and rubbed his cock briskly with it. And then slid her hand up and down the semihard shaft, feeling it start to stiffen again in her hand. She’d always imagined men taking the initiative, leaving her powerless. But she was discovering being a submissive involved having quite a bit of power indeed. She looked up at him with mock shyness.
“You’re quite a coquette sometimes, you know that?”
“Why, Sir, I don’t even know how to make one of those.”
He looked at her a moment, puzzled, and then said, “That
is
a word in English, isn’t it?”
She laughed. “I sometimes forget it’s not your native language, but yes, it’s a word in English.”
“Good.”
“But no one uses it.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“Minx,” he said and kissed her. “Tart.” Another kiss. “Vixen. Wench.”
She kissed him hard, and he responded. It seemed the best way to shut him up, even though she kind of liked listening to him talk. His tongue was warm and slippery against hers, and tireless.
She had to let him go after a few minutes so she could breathe.
“I love you,” he said.
She smiled. “I love you too.”
They stared at each other for a few long moments. It was the most comfortable silence she could imagine.
“Listen,” she said at last. “I need to get a new place to live, closer to the bakery.”
“Funny. I need to get a new place to live too. One that’s not a hotel. So let’s make it the same place.”
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“That was what I was thinking.” She turned her head and rested against his shoulder, enjoying his strength. “You have no place but hotels? No women in other cities?” She hadn’t seriously considered it, but now it popped out.
“Sometimes I stay at my grandmother’s. That’s the only woman in another city, and she lives in the country. We’re going to have to visit soon, by the way, before your bakery goes online, because once it does, you’ll be too busy making it a glorious success.” He grinned. “I’ll book flights as soon as we know the timeline.”
“She lives where?”
“In Holland.”
And he thought nothing of just hopping a plane to go visit. She supposed she’d have to get used to that. She grinned. “Okay. Can we go see windmills? And tulips?”
“Yes. Yes. And yes. I’ll show you the world, love, if you’ll let me.”
She pretended to think about it.
“Okay,” she said at last and then went back to kissing.
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Loose Id Titles by Sindra van Yssel
A Haunted Romance
Dom and Domme
In the Middle
Purple Passion
Red Lust
Secretary for Two
The Barbarian and the Witch
Roped In
Pushing Limits
Moving On
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Sindra van Yssel
I live in Northern Virginia with my partner, my teenage son, and a lot of fish. For many years I was active in our local BDSM community. Yes, people really do the things people do in my books!
By day I work in a public library, where I get to meet all kinds of readers. I've a soft spot for happy endings and characters who learn more about themselves, but I enjoy torturing my characters along the way, too. Hopefully you'll enjoy watching them squirm as much as I do.