Rather than respond with words, he startles the hell out of me by slamming inside me, burying his cock deep and grinding his hips against my ass. Thank God I’m already soaked.
“Holy fuck,” I curse, my body going limp.
“Such.”Smack.“A.”Smack.“Tease.”Smack.“Fuck,” he curses lowly. “You like this, don’t you?” He curls his body over mine. “You get even wetter each time I swat your gorgeous ass.” He grips my chin, forcing me to turn and look at him. “My naughty girl.”
“Yes,” I gasp out.
The press of his body over mine as he drills into me is almost too much to take. I’ve never been fucked like this in my life. He’s powerful, all-consuming. He’s in complete control. His movements are rough, but every now and then I’ll feel a gentle caress of his fingers over my hips or the curve of my breasts, as if he wants to remind me that, while this is the definition of fucking, he stilllovesme.
If I voiced even a moment of hesitancy over his roughness, he would stop. I have no doubt. But I don’t want him to. I like him like this—unleashed and losing his ever-loving mind because ofme.
I’m teetering on that delicious edge when he pulls out of me, taking the sensation with him. I cry out in annoyance as he flips me onto my back and cups my cheek roughly.
“Doesn’t feel good to be edged, now, does it?” He taunts, licking his lips. “How long do you think I should make you suffer before I finally let you come?”
I whimper, my breathing shallow. “I don’t know.”
He lowers himself, his body heavy on mine, his lips finding my ear. “You made me suffer forhours, Halle. Should I make you beg for it?”
Yes.
It’s wild, how quickly the word forms in my mind, how easily the excitement swarms in my belly.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
I yank on my restraints with a pained cry.
He grins wickedly. “Oh, wait, you can’t.”
With a light, teasing touch, he plays with my clit.
I gasp, back arching.
The move makes his smile grow. Then his fingers are gone. He’s enjoying torturing me way too much.
I’m delirious with pent-up need when he slips his fingers inside me and curls them, once again bringing me to the edge.
When I’m sure I’ll tumble over it, his touch vanishes and so does the feeling.
“Caleb!” I squeeze my legs together, desperate for friction.
He pushes my knees apart with firm hands. “Nice try, baby.”
Eyes narrowed, I stare him down. “You’re being mean.”
With a hint of a smile dancing on his lips, he arches a brow. “So were you.”
A bubble of laughter that seems totally out of place rises up and escapes me. Fuck, I can’t help it. “It’s fun messing with you.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Worth the consequences?” With a little caress, he lets go of one of my thighs and wraps a firm hand around his dick. He strokes roughly, his focus never leaving my face.
I’m rapt, unable to look away from the way he touches himself.
“Want a taste?” he taunts.
My heart stutters. “Yes.”
He helps me to my knees, easing my arms down so they’re secured in front of me, and I kneel in front of him. It’s vulnerable—the position and the inability to use my hands—but I know I’m safe with him.
