Chapter Fifteen

Devoured

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S TILL TETHERED TO THE small of her back, Amy’s fingers splayed as she pressed past the crown of his cock. As he slid easily inside her, she was struck by the ascendency of the moment.

He wanted her to be on top? She was happy with that. He wanted to set the tone? No problem.

But whatever he said, that moment—the moment their bodies finally fused—belonged to her, and lowering herself along his root, she was lost to the heat of their combined passion.

“Oh, fuck.” There were simply no other words to define the relief emanating through her body as he speared her. After so long being teased, she had permission to be who she was—a woman with needs, a woman prepared to kneel, so long as she could kiss the sky.

“Move.” His voice was deep and taunting, the resonance disturbing her from her glorious reflection of the moment. “I said, fuck me, little girl.”

“Yes.” Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned on the high heels splayed on either side of him and rode his length. Without the use of her hands, she kept her weight shifted forward, relishing the friction as her clit grazed his skin, but she did as he demanded. Thrusting her hips backward and forward to take him over and over, she leaned into the building pace.

“Beautiful.” He tugged her nipples as she found her rhythm, the sensation intensifying her desire and spiking pleasure across her skin. “You feel even better than I hoped.”

“Sir.” She clung to the cadence, sensing it would take her straight to her climax if she continued to ride it, and she sought that more than she could say. “Oh, yes.”

“You have stunning tits, little girl.” His voice was a growl as he lengthened her buds between his fingers and yanked her closer. “I want to consume them.”

Closing his mouth around her left nipple, his gaze seared her as he sucked at the sensitive tissue. She shrieked, simultaneously loving and loathing the feeling but completely unable to do anything to cease his pursuit. It was too much—yes, definitely too much—yet all at once, she accepted the way the shoots of sensation sailed straight to her hungry clit and took her ever nearer to the precipice of her pleasure.

“Enough!” His snarl was playful as he smacked her ass cheek and shifted his attention to her other nipple. “These tits belong to me now, and I’ll expose and manhandle them as I choose.”

“Oh, fuck.” That sounded so good. Why did that sound so fucking good?

Her head fell back as she surrendered the nipple to him, her trembling thighs continuing to take the brunt of her weight as she slammed down on his cock, over and over.

This was what she needed, what she’d been burning for during dinner and for months before. His possession of her was perfect, and as the wave of her pleasure loomed, she no longer cared how the high was delivered, only that she was the recipient of its damning wave soon.

“Amy.”

His roar garnered her attention every inch as much as the loss of suction at her breast. Her lips parted as her head snapped forward to acknowledge the desire lighting his eyes.

“No coming until I do.”

“Fuck.” It was all she was able to say as she lifted herself another few inches along his dick and then crashed back to his balls, inspiring lightning from her clit. “But I can’t...” She could hardly catch her breath, let alone exercise control over the tightening pleasure she’d beckoned forward. “I’m so close.”

“You. Will. Wait.”

Nudging her backward, he steadied her hips as he punctuated the instruction, and in one smooth motion, Kyle did what he did best and took control. In a nanosecond, she went from setting the pace of their coupling to gasping as he rammed his enormous length deep inside her at his own leisure.

“Sir!” she rasped, her eyes huge as she grappled for something to cling onto, but without her hands, the mission was futile. There was only the stretch of her legs across his lap and the heat and enticing aroma of his body. Everything else vanished as though it had been sucked from the room.

“Wait.” He pressed the word to her mouth, his tongue skimming the inside of her lips as he pumped his cock faster into her needy sex.

Watching the strain amplify on his face, she sensed his own orgasm was near.

“Yes.” She needed him to own her. “Yes, sir.”

Acquiescence was the only option available as the sounds of their sex echoed around the large room. Saying no to him and the pleasure she deserved was simply not an option. Kyle was the sort of man she could never refuse.

She was face to face with him when he toppled, the release evident in the deep pools of his eyes as he finally relinquished its power. Thrusting harder into her, his hands stiffened on her hips.

“Fuck.” He spat the word. “Now, Amy. Now, you come for me.”

As though her clit had been waiting for his order, it brushed the fabric of his suit one more time and detonated her. The intensity pushed her high into the stars as he shuddered beneath her, but all the while, he held her, keeping her safe as she orbited.

At some point, she collapsed onto his hard body, her head burying in the crook of his neck as the lingering spasms of her pleasure snatched her breath away. She remained there, content despite the discomfort of her position, until he eventually eased her upright.

“Better?”

She blushed at his sardonic tone, surprised there could be any embarrassment left for the man who’d already taken her right to the brink. He’d seen her at her weakest, yet still, after all the push and pull between them, he had the power to affect her.

“Yes, sir.” She managed a small smile as he lifted her to her feet.

She had no regrets. Whatever else happened, he’d felt so fucking good, and she’d desperately needed the release.

“Good.” He was on his feet, too, planting kisses on her nape as he moved to untie her.

She groaned at the feel of the caresses, unsure if she could hold her own weight as he tugged at the knots.

“You earned that one, little girl.”

“Thank you.”

Turning her head, she sought the reassurance of his gaze. She had no idea why she felt the need to express her gratitude. He barely warranted it after everything he’d put her through, but standing there, she had the most incredible sense of contentment, as if he’d known precisely what she’d needed and been able to give it to her effortlessly.

Pulling his tie from her wrists, one arm slid around her as he replied, “You’ve got it.”

He pressed a kiss to her cheek before releasing her and guiding her back to her chair. Dazed as her backside grazed the soft seat, she was only vaguely aware that she was still half-naked while he, having already managed to fasten his pants, was fully dressed.

“You’ve had an interesting first day, Amy.” Leaning against the table beside her, he draped the tie around his neck.

“Yes, sir.” She couldn’t believe how light-headed the passion had left her. “You’re right.”

“I usually am.” Reaching for her glass of water, he offered it to her. “You should stay hydrated. Tomorrow starts with breakfast at seven.”

Taking the glass from him, she inhaled. “And will breakfast be like dinner, Mr. Kyle?”

“That’s a tempting thought.” He chuckled as she drained her glass. “But aside from fueling us, breakfast will give us the opportunity to discuss the day ahead.”

“What should I wear, sir?”

Was she actively inviting more of the subjugation that had seen her play his kinky maid for the evening? As she met his knowing eyes, the answer was obvious—yes, she was. She wanted more because, however soul-destroying some of his asks had been, ultimately, she hadn’t done anything she hadn’t wanted to do, and the sex had been spectacular.

“I’ve already taken care of that problem with your uniform, haven’t I?” He motioned to the material caught at her middle.

“ This is my uniform?” She glanced down at the black silk.

“It’s perfect.” His grin grew as he reached for her left breast. Skimming her goosing skin, his hand rose to her chin and steadied her gaze. “I’ll even let you cover those gorgeous breasts at breakfast.”

“How kind.” Unbelievably, a part of her was enthralled as she imagined meeting him there in the morning, dressed once again as his scandalous maid. “Thank you, sir.”

“You look so good. I see no reason to change what we’ve started here, and...” He paused, leaning closer. “I think we both know how much you enjoy wearing it.”

There was no realistic way she could dispute his claim.

“But the skirt is rather short, sir?” She gestured to the lacy hem. “I might be a little cold if I have to wear it all day.”

“I’ll turn the heating up and stoke the fires,” he assured her. “And ensure you have some fine-looking stockings to show off those gorgeous legs.”

Stockings and additional heat? She could live with that.

“Thank you.”

Life with Kyle was like living with a dark and unpredictable god. She’d learned not to query how he’d achieve the things he set his mind to. Instead, she trusted that he would and considered how she’d manage the repercussions.

“I’ll make sure the stockings are left outside your door.” His smile was sly, as though he was already contemplating how she’d look in the hosiery.

“Is this only about sex, sir?” God knows she’d reveled in the chance to ride his cock, but she might as well know if his daily expectations included polishing the thing.

“Absolutely not.” His thumb moved to stroke her cheek. “The sex is a wonderful addition, Amy, but make no mistake about it, you’re here to work for me, and work you shall.”

Christ. When he smoldered at her that way, she swore she could spontaneously go up in flames.

“I’m ready to work, sir.” She lifted her chin. “I want to be the best housekeeper you’ve ever had.”

She always took great pride in her work, whether it was cleaning the floor of the huge office block she used to work at or handling dull legal text. She wanted to do a good job, but she had to admit, there wasn’t usually such an alluring remuneration package to tempt her, let alone the prospect of the incendiary sexual attraction they seemed to share.

“I believe you.” His digits tightened at her jaw as he closed the distance between their bodies. “And when you make good on that promise, little girl, I want to give you everything you deserve.”