“Jasmine,” he responded, sliding his fingertips under the waistband of my leggings before tugging them, along with my panties, over my hips. “This sex act”—he planted kisses on the tops of my thighs—“requires minimal participation on your part.” He tossed my leggings over his shoulder before grabbing me by the ankles and pulling me toward the bottom of the bed.
“I don’t want you to get sick.” I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him kneeling at the edge of the bed, staring between my legs as if he’d found some long-lost treasure.
“I thought you said you weren’t contagious.” He spread my knees and leaned forward, pressing the gentlest of kisses between my thighs, making me shudder. “And I’ll take my chances.” Another shudder-inducing kiss, deeper this time. “Didn’t I tell you that you were always worth the effort?” His devilish grin was the last thing I saw before his head dipped between my legs and I felt the long, slow pass of his tongue on my sex. He lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder before wrapping his arm around my thigh, tightening his grip and pulling me closer to his face.
I cried out in a guttural moan as I felt Derek’s tongue flutter across my clit in staccato movements, making my eyes squeeze shut and my elbows release, sinking me into the mattress. My body went limp and my mind went blank as I focused only on the immense pleasure Derek was giving me with his mouth and then his fingers.
“You taste so good, Jasmine,” he said in a cross between a whisper and a moan before he continued taking his pleasure between my legs. “I knew you’d taste so good.”
“Derek,” I whispered in a mindless murmur. I couldn’t believe I was here in this bed on the verge of the biggest orgasm of my life with Derek Carter’s head between my legs. Derek Carter was telling me how good I tasted to him. Derek Carter had told me that he would do anything to keep me in his life. This moment felt like a fantasy, but it was real. It had to be, because nothing I could ever conjure in my wildest fantasy would compare to this feeling.
“I’m gonna come, Derek,” I whispered in warning, almost in disbelief. I’d never felt this way before. Orgasms were never something that happened to me without effort. I was always in control, no matter who my partner was. In addition to the many strange things that had happened since arriving at Miller’s Cove, I’d given over complete control of my body to a man who was strumming it like a finely tuned instrument. Every single one of my cries of pleasure was another note played flawlessly with his fingers, lips, tongue, and teeth.
“No,” he whispered before planting a kiss on me, making me shudder despite the shock of his reply.
“No?” I asked in a confused, whispered pant.
“I’m not with you yet, Jasmine. You’ll come when I tell you that you’re ready to come. And when you do, you’ll be glad you listened.”
My shock increased, but two of his fingers were working in and out of me, while his thumb lightly caressed the pulsing spot above, making me squirm in anticipation.
“Jasmine.” He said my name in a low, steady, and confident voice that sent shock waves down my spine. “Are you gonna do as I say and come when I give you permission?”
My body was shaking, and my heart was racing. I’d never been spoken to like this before—and especially not during sex. Every feminist instinct told me to rebel, but I couldn’t. And more importantly, I didn’t want to.
I’d spent every moment of the last thirty years of my life being in control of every movement. I spoke perfectly, dressed perfectly, worked perfectly, all to please other people. For the first time in my life, someone was taking away the control, the pressure, and the responsibility, all to please me.
“Yes,” I whispered, but Derek didn’t continue.
“Yes, sir,” he corrected with a light flutter of his thumb, making me squeal.
“Yes,” I repeated in a moan, “yes… sir.”
“Good.” The pride in his voice made my chest swell, and a moment later, I was thrust back into the throes of ecstasy, feeling my climax building slowly in waves before sucking in deep breaths to keep myself from the impending explosion. It was becoming harder and harder to control, but being tortured by Derek felt better than anything I’d ever experienced.
“Are you ready, kitten?” he whispered between kisses on me.
“Yes,” I screamed.
“Sir,” he corrected.
“Yes, sir,” I cried out. “Yes, sir.”
“Let go, Jasmine,” he ordered, “and give me everything.” He lowered his mouth to my sex and began kissing me with suchforce while his fingers worked in unison that I came so hard, stars flashed behind my eyes, and I let out a grunt so loud, Tora let out a bark from the kitchen.
“Good, kitten.” He planted a kiss on my thighs. “Don’t move.” Derek left the bedroom and returned with a washcloth. I watched as he wiped his mouth and fingers before smoothing the cool cloth between my legs. When he was finished, he climbed into bed next to me and folded me into his arms.
“Are you okay?” He planted a kiss on my forehead.
“I think so.” I chuckled, and my core throbbed. “But ask me again in the morning.”
Derek let out a laugh.
“So.” I furrowed my brow. “What was that? The ‘sir’ and the ‘kitten’ stuff.”
His face spread into a sheepish smile before he answered.
“It’s just another part of who I am.” He sighed. “Did you like it? Was it too much?” His face was a mask of concern.
