by Cox, Zara
A mocking laugh echoed in his head. He hadn’t stayed sane. He’d climbed walls and resorted to underhand tactics to get this woman back into his life and into his bed. But she was here now.
And good Lord, she was fucking him like her life depended on it. Like…she was fucking him goodbye.
His brain scrambled to think through what was happening here but her wet heat was threatening to send him into orbit. Something told him he ought to be afraid, that he needed to get to the bottom of her intentions.
But…God…She slid down, her cunt slicker but no less tight. She whimpered and he felt her thighs tremble. Her back arched, giving him a view like no other. Drowning in bliss, he started to reach for her tiny waist, to drive himself deeper, and groaned as his wrists protested against the restraint.
Fuck. He’d forgotten about the handcuffs. Why the hell had he suggested them anyway? He’d foolishly believed not touching her wouldn’t be unbearable.
Now he knew different.
Watching that insanely delectable ass bounce over his cock made him realize just how much more he wanted. He was greedy for her, for all of her. He was insatiable with the need.
She whimpered again as she fucked him deeper, her snug channel taking another inch of him. She threw back her head and gasped, her silky hair sliding all over her back and ass. Zach gritted his teeth and groaned.
“Fuck, baby, you look so hot.”
“Hmm…” Her breath panted out as she began to increase the pace.
His balls tightened and he fought the urge to give up, to roar his climax. He was nowhere near ready to come but for the first time in his life, he wasn’t in complete control. Desperately he tried to slam the brakes on his runaway libido.
“Bethany.” His voice was barely coherent.
She continued to bounce up and down on his cock. The sight of her, so beautiful, so damned sexy, tripled his already thundering heartbeat. He could’ve come there and then. But he wanted something else. Something more. His desperate hands tugged harder against the restraints. But like everything in the toy room, they were made for a specific purpose. They held him easily, much to his frustration.
“Bethany,” he rasped louder.
“Hmm?” she responded but she didn’t turn around. She readjusted her stance, leaned back, her hands on either side of his waist. Her hair caressed his chest as she began to work him from a different angle.
Holy fucking hell.
When he’d thought about what would happen when she got here today, this hadn’t been the scenario he’d imagined. But hell if it didn’t blow his mind.
“Christ.” She fucked him faster, her tight sheath milking him with sure, excruciatingly intense strokes. But still he wanted more. “Baby, turn around. I want…I need to see you when you come.”
His heart jerked wildly as he accepted the veracity of that statement.
He needed to see her.
He was addicted to the look in her eyes as she came. He needed to see that look, that helpless surrendering that smashed through before she lost her mind for him. He was hooked on it; had dreamed of nothing else for the last ten days.
She looked over her shoulder but her eyes stayed on his chest as she continued to fuck him.
Frustration pounded through him. His hand jerked at the restraints, his wrists protesting at the raw pain. His whole body throbbed with the need for that last demand to be met.
“Peaches. God, please. Turn around.”
“I thought you loved my ass, Zach,” she gasped as she worked her hips in a dirty little circle over him.
Jesus.
“I do.” He brought up his knees and jerked his hips upward, eager to experience that delicious slap of her wet cunt against his balls. “I love every single inch of your body. But I want to see your face, baby. I need it.”
She shook her head wildly, and he began to panic. He was close. So fucking close. Blood pounded through him with enough force to knock out a horse.
“I…I like it this way,” she replied huskily. But he heard the caginess in her voice, and his panic escalated.
God, what was going on here?
Before he could bark out an even more desperate demand, she stretched back further over him, until she was almost prone over him with her arms almost touching his biceps. Not once did she lose her rhythm. Her hips continued to work over him with a cadence that reminded him that this sexy woman who owned him was once a trained ballerina. Her body undulated with a sinuousness that was so fucking beautiful his throat closed up and his eyes stung.
“Christ, Bethany.” His voice was a rough imploration. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted the intensely mind-blowing release that clawed inside him or whether he wanted this sensation to carry on forever.
“Come for me, Zach,” she gasped hoarsely.
“Yes, baby. So hard. So fucking hard for you.” He was a slave to her needs. Of course he was. He’d been without her for too long. Unable to hold back, he surged high, felt his semen shoot hot and endless inside her. He filled her with everything he had, everything he couldn’t say out loud.
All the mistakes he’d made in his past. All the mistakes he was terrified of making with her. The past week and a half had shown him just how precious Bethany was to him. Just how impossible living without her would be.
She bucked one last time over his still hard and throbbing cock, then let out a sweet cry of ecstasy. Unbelievably, it prolonged his own release.
With another roar, he jerked out the last of his come as she collapsed on top of him, her back as slick and hot with sweat as his body was.
More than anything, he wanted to hold her, cradle her sweet body against his. But he couldn’t move, and he couldn’t find any more words that wouldn’t shatter the profound beauty of the moment.
So he closed his eyes and simply breathed her name. “Bethany.”
His heart lurched when she turned her head and gifted him a single kiss along his jaw.
When she turned away a second later, his gut tightened. The knowledge that she was avoiding eye contact with him made his chest raw with a feeling he didn’t want to contemplate too closely.
Bethany was hurting. No matter how much she loved sex with him, she needed more. He hadn’t given her what she craved.
He’d seen the interest in her eyes when he mentioned using him for sex on the ride home on Monday. Although he’d joked about it, and told himself it didn’t hurt that she was considering it, a part of him had reeled a little bit.
He should be pleased that she hadn’t ruled out the idea out of hand. He should be pleased to have any tiny part of Bethany that she was willing to give him. But the simple truth was he was a fucking greedy bastard. He wanted her in every way. Everything he could lay his hands on.
More than anything, he wanted to hear her say she loved him, like she had in Marrakech. It was unfair as all hell but he’d never played by the rules. And he of all people knew life wasn’t fair.
She moved on top of him and renewed hunger crawled through him. He knew he could never be satisfied with any less than total devotion and passion from Bethany. Just as he knew he would have to work damn hard to win her back. Because as much as he loved fucking her, sex without eye contact with Bethany wasn’t an option he ever wanted to consider again.
That last surrender was too beautiful to forgo. And he felt too damned scared at what the consequences would be without it.
She moved again. He began to harden inside her.
She groaned, turned her head and kissed his neck again. “Zach,” she whispered, his name a husky sound loaded with pain and ecstasy.
His eyes prickled again.
Fuck. He was so much more screwed than he thought.
***
“Release me, baby.”
Although the words were a gruff entreaty, she didn’t miss the steely demand behind them.
Bethany kept her face buried in his throat a little while longer, a light trembling seizing her body as she recalled the power of he
r orgasm. She’d always thought being taken so possessively and completely by Zach was what had taken her bliss to a whole new level. Now she knew that no matter how the sex came, it was the man who enthralled and captivated her that brought that extra edge to their sexual encounters.
“Peaches, it’s time to take the cuffs off,” he said again.
She shivered. The animal within him was waking. Zach Savage was no longer content to let her have the upper hand in bed. Not that he’d ever been fully content with it.
He’d done it because he’d been afraid she’d bolt. He’d been panicked enough to let her have a little control.
Her heart lurched. Surely that meant something?
It wasn’t just sex.
And the thing with asking her to turn around? She knew Zach loved watching her come. She hadn’t thought he would miss it until she’d heard his desperation. Her heart gave a little foolish leap.
It wasn’t just sex. Was it?
“I know you haven’t gone to sleep because your cunt is tightening around me again. So get up and release me, baby. It’s time.”
“Time for what?”
His stubble scratched against her cheek as he smiled. “Time to make you feel even better.”
“Are we going to even pretend that I came here to work tonight?”
“Sure we are. I’ll take a look at what you’ve got. As soon as I take care of you. And you want me to take care of you, don’t you? You came without me petting your plump little clit. Or getting your pretty tits sucked properly.”
She groaned and moved on him. “Are you saying I got the Volkswagen service instead of the Rolls Royce service?”
He laughed. “You got the abbreviated Savage service. Now it’s time for the full works.”
“Maybe nowadays I prefer my brake horse power with a little less revving.”
He bucked, his body powerful enough to dislodge her, should he choose. “Not if I have anything to do with it. You get nothing but the very best. Get up, Bethany.”
She slowly rose, felt him thick and hard inside her and fought the need to ride him hard again. He would probably let her but she had a feeling Zach needed to prove a point. Most likely stamp his possession all over her again.
The more she withheld herself from him that way, the more agitation and merciless he would be.
Reaching for the key, she levered herself over him, supremely conscious that his eyes were on her. She released the handcuffs and gasped as she saw the red welts on his wrist. Abruptly she recalled him jerking hard at the handcuffs as she’d fucked him. Her heart lurched.
“Oh God, Zach…”
“Forget about it, baby. It’s nothing.” Lowering his hands, he grasped her waist and flipped her beneath him. “Now, where were we?”
His hair flopped over his forehead and he looked so utterly gorgeous her heart cracked with the beauty of him. Struggling to breathe, she tried to think. “I was just about to head to the bathroom. I’m…dripping.” Her face flamed.
Sure fingers slid into her soaking heat and his face grew rigid with dark purpose. “You’re not going anywhere. Besides, I love you wet and filled with my come.” His eyes darkened further. “Every time you take me inside you, I want to leave a piece of my soul inside you. I’m hoping that if I do it again and again, you won’t forget me when we’re apart,” he whispered raggedly.
Her heart tore wide open. “Forget you? You make it so damn impossible. But what about me, Zach. Do you feel a piece of me inside you when we’re apart?”
“Always. I can’t breathe when you’re not with me. I can’t think straight.” He removed his hands and slid his cock slowly inside her. He groaned deep and long. “God, I’ve missed you so much, baby. You fucking missed me too, didn’t you?” The sheer assuredness behind his words sparked a futile rebellion inside her.
“No, I didn’t.”
His eyes narrowed as he surged deep and left her gasping. “Give it up, Peaches. Your cunt says different.”
Her eyes rolled with her escalating ecstasy. “Shut up and fuck me, Zach.”
He caught her mouth in a wild, merciless kiss. “Talk like that will only get you into trouble. Remember, you still owe me for the last ten days. Now, I prefer your ass peachy and pretty but don’t think I’ll hesitate to make it cherry red if you keep holding yourself back from me like that. Or maybe you like the idea of being spanked, naughty girl? Does the idea of going over my knee make you hot?” He fucked himself deeper and held himself still.
“Yes,” she blurted before she could stop herself.
His brow slowly rose. “Good, now we’re getting somewhere.” He just stared down at her and didn’t move.
Desperately she wriggled, eager to feel the delicious friction.
“Do you want me to move, Peaches?” he rasped.
“Yes. God, yes, please.”
“Then look at me.”
“Zach—”
“Look at me or you won’t get fucked.”
Sucking in a deep breath, she schooled her features and forced her gaze upward. His features were taut with the strain of holding himself steady above her. Another layer of sweat sheened his skin and his eyes were dark and turbulent. “You reminded me how flexible you are when you went to town on me just now. So, raise your legs high for me.”
She complied immediately, nearly insane with desperation. But he shook his head.
“Higher.”
She raised her legs until her feet touched the headboard.
“Good girl. Now, tell me you missed me.”
Chapter Fifteen
Zach woke with a start and glared at the empty space beside him. Bethany was sliding out of bed, her back to him. That distance he’d sensed was still there. Hell, if anything, it was escalating by the second. More than anything, he wanted to grab her, keep her pinned until she acknowledged him, accepted that they were meant to be.
He struggled to stay put. He’d done enough imposing last night. He may have ceded power to her in the beginning but by the time they’d fallen asleep, exhausted in each other’s arms in the early hours, she’d known who was in control. Had eagerly participated and granted his every demand.
And yet, through it all, he’d sensed her reticence. And more than that, he’d seen her determination as she’d given herself wholeheartedly and demanded more in return.
It wasn’t until that last mind-bending fucking that he’d guessed her intention. Panic had resurged a hundred-fold but he’d stemmed it.
Now, he watched the curve of her waist, her sleek torso as she raised her hand to shrug into the dressing gown he’d provided for her and hid a determined smile. She thought they were done. Last night, she'd fucked him with a purpose he'd been thrilled to receive. Now he knew it for what it was.
“Good morning, Peaches.”
She tensed but didn’t turn around. His pulse shot up as the urge to get off the bed and make her face him smashed through him. “How do you feel?” He struggled to keep his voice even. A part of him wondered why he was so stunned that she turned him inside out without even lifting a finger. It was the same realization that had staggered him in Marrakech. That feeling that she meant more to him than everyone or anything in his life.
It was what also terrified him that any further revelations about his past would drive her away for good.
"Great. I feel great." She fiddled with her belt for a few minutes. Then caught a strand of hair between her fingers. Zach was content to let the thick silence continue. He was perfectly content where he was, watching her fidget. This woman confused the hell out of him enough for him not to feel lenient toward her this morning.
After another minute, she looked up. "Zach, I need to go to work."
"No you don't. You're working from here today. I’ve cleared it with Sheena."
She rounded on him. “You’ve what?”
He stood and walked over to her. Her color was heightened with her anger but her eyes were adorably drowsy from sleep and sex. And he’d never craved
her more. “We never got round to discussing what you’ve come up with for the project. I thought we could discuss it this morning.”
“That will take about an hour. Then what the hell will I do for the rest of the day?” she snapped, her eyes blazing blue hell at him.
He couldn’t stop his grin at her exasperation. She was getting animated. Good. He preferred that to her silent scheming on how to leave him.
“I’m pretty sure we can come up with something.”
She closed her eyes. “I can’t spend what’s supposed to be my work day here with you—”
“Fucking my brains out? I beg to differ. Wasn’t that what the marathon fucking last night was all about?”
Her frown held a world of wariness. “What are you talking about?”
He shook his head, unwilling to embrace his fears. Last night had been getting him out of her system. A fuck before the fuck off. Little did she know his mission had been the opposite. He'd tried being a gentleman. He'd tried begging. Hell, he'd even tried blackmailing.
Now he intended to fuck himself back into her system. But he couldn’t risk frightening her off by coming on any stronger.
Pulling her close, he slanted his mouth over hers. His dread lessened a fraction when she responded by opening her mouth and participating wholeheartedly in the kiss. When her hands slid around his waist, he breathed even easier. Her eyes were dreamy with need when he raised his head and stared down at her.
“Let’s try this again. Good morning, Peaches.”
“It’s not a good morning for me when you try and derail my day before it’s even started, Zach,” she complained.
She tried to pull away but he held on. More and more, he felt like he was trying to hold on to her while she pulled away from him. Slowly, he glided his thumb over her bottom lip, felt it quiver beneath his touch.
“That’s not what I’m trying to do. I thought I’d save you time by cutting out your commute into work.”
“You don’t get it. I’m a grown up. I can arrange my own work day. I know you don’t care whether Sheena finds out about us but I do. Can you try and respect that?” Blue eyes glowered at him but there was also a hint of sadness in them that shredded him.
