I continue to stroke her clit back and forth and then roll it in circles, ramping up her release. When I see that she’s on the verge of coming again, I plunge two fingers inside her tight heat and thrust in and out repeatedly at a punishing pace, curling my fingers until she finally comes undone right before my eyes.
“You’re exquisite.” She smiles softly but doesn’t open her eyes. While she lies there recovering from her blissful release, I finish undressing myself.
“Look at me.” Her eyes meet mine, and before her aftershocks subside, I crawl up on the bed, remove the spreaderbar, and settle myself between her legs. Without warning, I slam my cock inside her. Althea’s body arches, her pussy clenching around me, pulling me in and squeezing me tight. Unable to hold back any longer, I fuck herhard,making her cry out, screaming my name as she comes.
Groaning, I aggressively begin thrusting my hips, taking what I want and giving Althea what she needs. Reaching down with my hand, I unclasp her nipples one at a time and then pinch her clit, flooding her senses and sending her over the edge once more. My pace is frenzied and relentless. I know this is going to end far too quickly for my liking, but I’ll have plenty of time to make up for it. My hips snap in time with Althea’s, and then she wraps her feet behind my back, giving her the leverage she needs to grind herself against me. The friction feels so fucking good, I can’t hold back any longer and explode, marking her womb with my seed.
“Holy fucking shit,” Althea mumbles, but I hear her and smile against her neck.
There’s no going back now. Althea Drakos is mine.
I wore her out it seems. My little devil is passed out naked on my bed. I need to grab the arnica cream and take care of her skin. Though I love to see my brands on her skin, I don’t want her to bruise too deeply. Not when I plan to do this all over again soon.
On my way to the bathroom, I grab my phone and text Stavros.
Me:I want you assigned to Miss Drakos. You will be her security detail until further notice.
Stavros:Understood.
Me:I’ll text you when she leaves. I want to know her every move. Understand?
Stavros:Yes sir.
11
ALTHEA
A strong, calloused hand is massaging something cool into the burning skin of my ass. My eyes flutter open as my head floats back to reality. I moan at the feel of Enzo’s hands and the careful way he’s touching me. It’s such a contrast to the intensity and power he showed moments ago. He’s so gentle and cautious, it makes me shiver.
I don’t deserve his gentleness.
Feeling awkward with the emotions creeping up on me, I try to turn over only to feel his grip tighten and shove me back down. He’s standing at the edge of the bed with my legs on either side of his hips. I must’ve passed out for a minute or two because I don’t know how we got to this position. My hands are now free, and all his tools are on the floor in a pile beside our clothes.
How long was I out?
I try once more to move but am pushed back down with a growl. “I’m not done,” Enzo rumbles. “As much as I like seeing my marks on your beautiful skin, I don’t want you to bruise. Prolonged healing means prolonged pleasure.”
I smile. “So, you’re doing this so you can whip my ass sooner rather than later. How completely unselfish of you.” Enzo doesn’t deny it, only grunts.
I feel his hands move up to unclasp the harness, shifting my hips from side to side as he removes the apparatus completely and then continues rubbing my legs with his powerful hands.
“Don’t lose that,” I demand, leaning up on my elbows to watch him over my shoulder. He’s still naked, giving me quite the view of his broad chest leading down to his perfectly sculpted abs that flow all the way down to the tantalizing V. He’s a man who takes his time in the gym seriously, and I amsograteful he does. I lick my lips, fantasizing about what all that flawless olive skin will taste like when I get my hands on him again.
Again?
Normally, I wouldn’t play with the same Dom twice, but one more time wouldn’t hurt. With the powerful way he manipulates my body and the blissful way he erases all my thoughts and worries, I might be tempted to do this again. His eyes meet mine, giving me his raised brow and sexy, knowing smirk.
Yeah, I’ll be doing this again. At least one more time.
“The harness stays here,” Enzo demands.
“No.” There’s that damn eyebrow again. He doesn’t like being told no. Well, too fucking bad.
I roll over to face him, leaning up on my elbows. My legs fall open before him. His eyes roam over my body, his hands gripping my thighs as he drags me closer to him. “What did you say?” It’s not a question—it’s a dare. He doesn’t like to be challenged, but I don’t care. I don’t back down from anyone.
“I said, no. The harness came with me. It leaves with me.” I shrug, smiling flirtatiously. “I may need it again sometime.”
His eyes narrow. He drops my legs, walks over and picks the harness up. I watch on as he opens his bedside drawer and pulls out a knife, then swiftly cuts through the leather harnessmultiple times, shredding it into pieces, making it virtually useless.
