by Joya Ryan
Instead of answering him, she closed her hands around him and gripped him.
He hissed and pumped his hips, fucking into her fists. He grew even harder. It was time to push the uncertainty away and go for it. This was what she’d been waiting for. To be with him, experience him completely and without inhibition. When he thrust again, she gripped him tighter. Though she had limited mobility, she rose to her tiptoes and tried angling him to her entrance. The tip barely breached her—
He pulled back, out of her grasp, and another slap came down on her ass.
He tsked. “I know you’re eager, but this goes at my pace.” He palmed her ass again. She heard movement behind her and then, sweet Jesus, his mouth was on her heat.
“Oh, God, yes.” She sighed, and her whole body relaxed, letting the table completely support her weight—her legs turning to little better than jelly.
He was on his knees, mouth between her legs, and nothing ever felt better.
“You’re wet,” he said, trailing his tongue along her slit. “Wet just from the spanking.” He buried his tongue deep and she moaned. “You like getting your ass slapped?”
She arched further and nodded. Words were too difficult to come up with in that moment. And when he stopped, she whined, “No, no don’t stop.”
“Then answer me.”
“Yes,” she groaned. “I like you spanking me. It’s…a mix of things.”
“Mix?” He returned his mouth, licking her clit, then sucking on it. She forgot how to speak, but when he started to pull away again, she found her voice real quick. Anything to get him to stay.
“Y-yes, a mix of feelings. It hurts, but it also feels good. I…I can’t explain it. I just like…”
When his tongue covered her entire sex, drinking her down and rubbing every nerve ending, she was on the brink of coming.
“What do you like?” he rasped against her hot flesh.
“I like how you take me over,” she said.
It was the honest truth, and once she said it, everything made more sense. She wanted to be strong, wanted to be a woman that knew herself and had experience, but she wanted to belong. Belong to him. Because he made her feel seen, wanted, needed, crazed. All of it wrapped up into their banter, their connection, their completion. It all lead to this. The moment of feeling totally taken over while feeling stronger than she’d ever felt. How exactly he brought that out in her, she still wasn’t sure.
“I like taking you over,” he said, sliding one finger inside her sheath. He pumped in and out a few times, then added another finger.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re tight, darlin’. I wanted to wait. To make you come around my cock—”
“I want that!” she shot out, terrified he was prepping to leave her.
A low chuckle came, and the sound gave her goose bumps.
“I want that, too. But I need you soaking for that. Otherwise it won’t feel as good.” With two fingers buried deep, his mouth returned to suck her clit.
“Oh!” she cried, her breath fanning over the table. She let him pleasure her body like he owned it. Because in that moment, he did.
No one knew her body like him. Not even herself. An impressive feat considering they were still at the beginning of their “two-week exploration program.”
But he cared about her pleasure. Cared about her body. She’d been right to trust him. Whether he knew by her pause when she felt his cock for the first time or just assumed she’d need extra preparation, he was taking care of her. And as her heart melted, her whole body followed.
Every muscle tensed as he stirred his fingers in and out, the glide of that thickness disappearing inside her slickened more with her arousal. He flicked his tongue over her clit while fucking her with his hand. Over and over. A steady pace that kept her on edge and drowned her in bliss. It was a tortuous ecstasy, and she needed to come.
“I’m wet, I promise,” she said. She was ready for more. His fingers no longer enough. She wanted him. All of him.
“I know you are, darlin’. You’re doing so well.” He pumped again and again. “I still need more though.”
“Please,” she whispered, her bound wrists fidgeting. Damn it, she needed him so bad. Needed him to fill her body, to take her wild and hard and entirely until they both couldn’t breathe. The teasing was becoming too much. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“Yes.” He rose, pulled away from her body, and moved so she could see his face. He raised his fingers, the ones that had just been inside of her. They were glistening.
He smiled and met her stare. “I’m doing this to you.” He licked his fingertip, then with a sexy grin, went back behind her.
He was in control. She knew, and so did he. Working her body and preparing her exactly the way he wanted.
All she could do was stand there, bent over, and take it.
“I need you to give up more,” he said, thrusting those two fingers into her again with an easy glide. But he kept them deep and rubbed the spot inside while he licked madly at her clit.
As if a dam burst, she came hard and fast.
“There it is,” he rasped against her and kept licking.
She screamed his name. Before her orgasm was even finished rushing through her, he pulled away, and she heard the rip of cellophane.
“That’s my girl,” he said, his palm cupping between her legs, as if to gather moisture. She was panting, her body still contracting from the aftershocks of an orgasm that was half fulfilled.
She peeled her eyes open and looked over her shoulder to catch of glimpse of him.
He was rubbing his cock, coating the condom with her cream. Though it was dark and she could only make out shadows, the sight of him using what he’d wrought from her on himself was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
He kicked her heels apart, spreading her wider. The tip of his cock met her weeping entrance and she breathed deep, desperate for this moment. Her skin was buzzing, her core aching and empty.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasped. “And tonight, you’re all mine.”
He thrust hard, sinking himself all the way to the hilt. A slice of shock, lust, and just a hint of pain raced through her like a bullet.
“Fuck!” he growled. “So perfect.”
He stirred his hips, and she gasped. He was thick, long, and hit every single nerve she had.
“You understand now?” he asked, as if he was on the brink of control himself. “You’re drenched, taking all of me, and still so fucking tight.”
Yes, he was right. Prepping her was a good thing, because even with her soaked from an orgasm, it was till a tight fit. But nothing felt more right. More amazing.
He withdrew completely. Cold air whooshed over her heated flesh, and she lost her mind. Was ready to beg.
“Come back!” She struggled against her bounds and went to move to him, to chase him down if she had to, but his palm landed heavy on her neck, keeping her bent over the table.
“Tell me,” he said, sliding his cock along her folds, and she sighed with contentment. He was still there. Now if only she could get him back inside. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she said.
“How?” He rubbed that thick length along her again. “I want to hear you say how you want me.”
“Deep,” she murmured.
“Details,” he countered, continuing his teasing. He was so close, right there, but not breeching. “What do you want deep? What does this pretty pussy want?”
A jolt of lust raced at his words. He was making her say it. Waking up her body and her mind. Forcing her to voice what she wanted. He made her feel like it was okay to say such things.
“I want your cock. Hard…deep…” She wiggled her bottom. “I want to come. Want to scream. I want…” And the truth hit her, what she was trying to explain earlier. “I want you to fuck me until the pleasure is so much it borders on pain.”
Because that’s where she’d been for years. On the bri
nk of pain from wanting him.
“You surprise me,” he mumbled, so soft she barely heard it. But he sounded…amazed? As if they’d connected in a way he hadn’t expected.
“Trust,” he said. “Remember what I said about that?”
“Yes,” she said. “You’re trusting me to tell you the truth. I am.”
“Then I’m going to give you what you asked for.”
He surged inside her once more, the action pushing her forward.
“Yes! Sebastian, yes!”
This was what she needed. He was who she needed.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, shielding her stomach from banging against the edge of the table, and pulled her closer.
She could barely keep her toes on the floor, because with every inward thrust, he pulled her back against him, fucking her deep. But he didn’t stop.
“You want hard, darlin’?” His hips slammed against her ass as he took her.
“Yes.” It was a whimper, because her body was spiraling out of control. Between the last orgasm and the coming one, she was kept in a constant state of edgy pleasure.
With his free hand, he grabbed her bound wrists, using them as leverage to push himself even deeper. He fucked her as promised, harder, faster, and all she could do was try to breathe and hold on for dear life.
She didn’t think it was possible to be that consumed. That overwhelmed and overtaken. His cock effortlessly slid over that sensitive spot inside her. Instead of his fingers rubbing, it was the crown of his cock sliding along it, over and over.
Her body burned from the inside out. But she needed more. She felt full, fuller than she could handle, and still it wasn’t enough.
She chanced the one word she’d been scared to say. “More.”
He stopped, seated deep inside, hands gripping her.
She didn’t know what he’d do next, but she knew there was more to be had. More that he was still holding out on.
Just…more.
And she wanted it.
He withdrew and cupped her hips, turning her to face him. Without a beat, he lifted her onto the table, the glossy wood beneath her bare ass warm from where her body had been bent over it.
“More?” he asked, confirming if he’d heard her right.
Her mouth went dry because, though it was dark, moonlight cast faint shadows over the man before her, and he was incredible. His strong chest looked chiseled from stone. His abs were so cut and defined that every time he took a breath, they flexed a little more, and she reached for—
But she stopped short. Her hands were bound behind her back. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reach for him. Couldn’t touch him. She could barely see him.
“I asked you a question.”
She met his eyes. “Yes. More.” So much more. She wanted to touch him, taste him, feel him. He’d been deep inside of her body, yet still, he hadn’t kissed her. She wasn’t able to hug him to her. Yes, she wanted so much more. She wanted it all.
Getting a handle on her trembling body, she tested her confidence and spread her legs, coaxing him back to her.
He palmed the tops of her thighs, gently massaging them, and stared at her. Then, he spread her legs wider.
She gasped, but he stepped between her legs and yanked her close. His cock instantly surged inside her. Her head fell back, and she moaned. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of him.
“You want deeper, harder?” he rasped, pumping twice, three times, pausing only to lean over her to suck a nipple between his teeth until he had her whole body crackling with pleasure. “Then lay back.”
She did as she was told. Lying down with her hands behind her wasn’t very comfortable, but it made her back arch and put her breasts on display. Any discomfort was worth the hungry look in his eyes as his glance caressed her body.
“Be careful what you ask for, darlin’.” His voice was dangerously low as he slid his hands to her ankles and lifted both legs.
Her eyes went wide as she watched him rest her heels on the top of his shoulders, on either side of his head.
Still inside of her, he said nothing else. Just hugged her thighs and grinned like he was in on some secret she wasn’t aware of. His eyes were fused to her.
“Deeper,” he said, as if answering her command, and thrust.
She screamed and arched further. She didn’t think it was possible. He was already buried to the hilt, yet now, with the backs of her legs against his chest, he pumped another inch inside her body.
“Harder,” he said, retreating and thrusting with all his might back inside her. Again, delivering on her request. His hold on her thighs tightened as he hugged them the way he might a person.
He did this, again and again. Fucking her so hard and deep that a sheen of sweat broke over his skin. Her breasts bounced violently as he surged in and out so hard and fast, she couldn’t breathe. She could only take it.
She was so mindless, she hadn’t even realized she was coming until a white light blazed across her vision and her entire body tensed as her inner walls spasmed.
“Good girl,” he praised. “You’re a good girl, but I know better now. You like this, don’t you? Your tight little pussy likes being fucked hard, doesn’t it?”
“Yes!” she cried to the ceiling, her toes curling and her body shuddering from the pleasure. It didn’t stop, because he didn’t stop. He fucked her though her orgasm until she was on the brink of another one.
He kissed her inner knee, then bit down. “You’re going to make me come. But I want one more from you. Come on, make it hurt. Make it so good it hurts.”
She tried to tell him yes. Tried to say that it was so good it hurt. But she couldn’t. All she could do was helplessly come once more. She was his prisoner as he invaded her body again and again.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s my girl. Come all over me. Show me how much you like it.”
With a strangled cry, she arched further, the lace digging into her wrists, her body shaking and sweating, her throat raw from screaming his name.
She didn’t like it…she loved it.
Everything from his power to his strength to the way he spoke. He was an unleashed, dirty talking, no mercy lover that she wanted over and over.
He tensed against her and his cock grew impossibly harder. He came so hard that even with the barrier of a condom, she could feel him pulse and twitch from the intensity.
Breathing hard, he kept a tight hold of her legs and rested his forehead against her shin.
With the glow of their climaxes still clinging to them, she knew two things.
One, she could safely say Operation: Orgasm was a smashing success.
And two, she would have given anything for him to stay right there and never leave.
Chapter Six
Jesus Christ, what had he done?
Sebastian put two hands flat against the shower wall and hung his head. The shower spray hit him, but it didn’t wash away his thoughts.
Penny was sleeping in her bed. After what he could only describe as the best sex of his life, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. But he always left. Always.
Staying meant he A) actually wanted to continue to be near her, or B) had suffered a stroke and lost all ability to reason. His money was on the latter.
Staying with a woman… No, not just a woman. He was staying with Penelope Diamond. And he was there because something deep in his gut wanted to see her one more time before he snuck out. See those emerald eyes look up from those thick lashes. Maybe he’d get a sleepy smile.
Jesus…he had to get it together. This wasn’t like him.
He’d untied her wrists, carried her to bed, and laid her beneath the sheets. She was exhausted and had instantly fallen asleep. But the small upturn on her lips made him think she might be happy too.
An impossibility since he’d just ravaged her like some fucking animal.
And now, instead of hauling ass out of there, he was standing beneath the spray of the water, in her bathroom,
and trying to get a grip. Because part of him was thinking of her smile and well-being, how staying would only jeopardize those things. But the other part was replaying the secret sexy vixen she was beneath the innocent façade. And God help him, he knew he had to have her again.
He’d taken her harder and rougher than anyone he’d ever had. And he’d gone on for…
“Hours,” he murmured.
And yet she’d taken it, begged for it. Her tender body must be hurting and sore. Christ, she wasn’t experienced, not even used to normal sex, much less to his kind of play. Truth be told, he’d lost himself in her.
It wasn’t just the sex. It was her. Not how she let him handle her, but how she handled him. It was how she looked at him, arched for him. How she called out his name. How that sweet body just kept giving and taking. She’d given herself completely to him—he’d felt it.
And that was a heady drug he wanted another hit of.
The glass shower door slowly opened, and he looked over to find her standing perfectly naked and staring at him.
“Hi.” Her voice was soft, and all that red hair was in wild tangles, hanging around her ivory skin. Fuck, she was gorgeous. She looked so innocent, so fragile.
He thought of what he’d just done to her an hour ago.
He really was a deviant.
“You okay?” It was the only thing he could ask. He saw a faint mark lining her wrists from where the lace had dug in. Her skin was flushed, her ass likely still pink.
“No. I’m not okay.”
Shit. “I’m sorry.”
He went to step out of the shower, to get as far away from her as possible and apologize for ever hurting her. But she placed her hands on his chest, stilling him. Instead of letting him step out, she maneuvered him back and stepped in.
His gaze stayed on her face. But hers? She looked from his eyes to his chest, down to his cock, which—damn the thing—was stirring already.
“You asked me what I wanted. Asked me to say it.”
He nodded. He’d prepared himself for this moment. The one where she told him he was some kind of sadist in bed and he scared her and—
“I want to know you,” she whispered.
