His voice whispered in her ear again. “You’re so beautiful when you cry.”
“No, I’m not,” she sobbed. “You can’t make me. I won’t do anything you say.”
His fingers stole lower again, barely brushing her clit that was so sensitive she thought it would burst. “Maybe I should fuck you until you’re a sobbing puddle at my feet and you promise me you’ll be a good girl.”
“Oh, no, don’t do that,”she said, trying to mock him despite her tight throat.
“To make me stop, you just have to say yes, sir. All you have to do is submit utterly to me and be a good girl.”
“No,”Sarah said. “I won’t. You can’t make me.”
His voice dropped lower. “Or your safeword.”
Sarah wound up and said the worst thing she could think of. “Oh, to—tohellwith that.”
His dark chuckle growled in her ear, and the stubble of his skin scratched her neck. “Oh, I like it when you talk dirty, little kitten.”
His arm tightened around her waist, and he lifted her so that her toes left the floor, flipping the silk rope loop off the hook high on the wall to release her arms.
Relief swamped her shoulders as her arms fell, even though they were still bound in front of her. Pins and needles filled her hands from her arms being over her head for so long.
With his arm still around her waist, Blaze dragged her sideways until she stood in front of a towel bar on the wall. “Hold onto it.”
Sarah twisted her wrists within the coils of rope and clutched onto the steel towel bar, another cold sting on her palms. Her bare feet were flat on the wooden floor, and her thighs trembled.
Blaze backed away, trailing his fingers over her hip as the air cooled her back. The grate of his zipper and the crinkle of a plastic packet reached her ears as she clenched her fists around the metal bar.
He grabbed her hips, tugging her back so she had to bend forward, and kicked her feet apart with his bare ones. “Don’t let go, kitten.”
The bluntness of him nudged her opening, an unrelenting but slow pressure filling her.
Sarah bit her lip at the deep ache of him slipping inside, deeper and farther.
She flinched, curling her hips under.
“Don’t pull away,” he said, yanking her hips back. “Take the dick like a good girl.”
Stillmore, thick and hard, a brief second of relief as he pulled back before continuing. Sarah closed her eyes, shrouding herself in darkness so that she was nothing. He was a relentless rod that bored into her, impaling her on his heat, rubbing that spot inside that already lifted sparks through her veins.
Finally, just when she thought he was going to be too much and the pressure was turning to hurt, his hips contacted her sore bottom, a sting of pain that heightened her response.
Behind her, Blaze’s groan was almost a snarl as he pulled back and pushed himself to her limit again. “Take it all, little kitten. That’s your punishment.”
And yet she still wasn’t tempted to be good.
He pressed his hand on her lower back, forcing her hips up, and he crammed it indeeper.“Take it all.”
The ache was a cramp of sharp desire, as if more pain would send her over the edge instead of mere pleasure.
He held onto her hips, buried in her, before rocking backward slowly, teasing inches at a time, not enough pleasure or pain to hurl her body into ecstasy, but instead, an inexorable winding of the spring.
Blaze pushed himself in and barely retreated, more of a throb inside her than a thrust, until her tears turned to frustrated weeping for more.
He dug his fingers in the long braid at the base of her neck and turned her head. “Open your eyes. Look at the mirror.”
The mirror above the pedestal sink was angled down, glowing brightly from the light spilling from the hanging lamp above them, and she could see them.
Blaze hadn’t taken off his clothes, just opened his fly, and the tails of his dress shirt hung over his backside. Waves rolled up his body as he moved in her.
