Her back was tense, her fingers curling against the couch cushions.
Slowly, Reaux wound down his pace until he was barely moving inside her. What was throwing her off kilter? Loosening his grip on her hair, he let it unwind, then stroked his hand down the tight muscles along her spine.
“Did I tell you to stop?” she demanded, lifting her head to glower at him over her shoulder.
He glared right back. “Something’s wrong.”
A flash of truth flashed in her eyes before she rolled them and huffed out a disgusted breath. She tried to push up and wriggle out from under him, but he had her sufficiently pinned. “Your standards have dropped, Boudreaux. Let me up, I need a shower.”
No, he decided, they needed a bed. Casual sex was all well and good; this used to be their kind of rendezvous, unless they were in a scene. Did she need more than that for their first time together after such a long break? Could she be hiding insecurities beneath the perfection of her Mistress mask?
Well, there was only one way to find out.
Easing out of her, pleased with her sharp hiss of breath and the way her pussy clung to his shaft, he scooped her up before she made a break for it and delayed the inevitable. He ignored her cute little growl of admonishment and, applying the room map of his own accommodations, headed to where he hoped he’d find the bedroom.
“I’m not in the mood anymore, Fontenot.”
“Tell that to your pussy,” he replied easily. “She’s leaking juices all over the damn place.”
“Crass,” she muttered. “Put me down.”
Luckily, he managed to find his destination without too much effort; her fragrance lured him there from the hallway like a cartoon dog following the scent of a freshly baked pie. He strode over to the bed, dropped Violet down on her back, then gripped her left thigh and pushed it up and to the side, opening her wide.
Pinning her hands to the bedspread above her head in his free one—without much of a fight from her—Reaux notched his cock back against the entrance to heaven and rammed home in one brutal thrust.
No tension in her back now, he thought smugly as she arched beneath him with a scream. No restraint, no self-control holding her back. He hammered into her, changing the angle of his penetration until he felt her leg kick straight and she fought to free her wrists. “Good job, Bennie. Tell me where you want it to hurt.”
“Goddamn you, Boudreaux.”
When she averted her eyes, he tsked sternly. “What is my rule?”
Her fingers curled into claws. “You’ve got one job—”
Steel edged his tone. “I’ll fuck you how I see fit, Violet. I know you, don’t forget. Know how you like it, what it takes to make you come.” He bent his head and swiped his tongue over the hollow of her throat, tasting the sweat starting to slicken her skin. “We can stay here all day until you answer the question.”
She wanted to hurt him; he felt the violence bubbling inside her, the resentment that he could reduce her back to submissiveness without too much persuasion. The fear that he was going to ruin her perfectly crafted life here in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Feeling his own anger rise, Reaux pounded into her harder, driving his hips at a furious pace. She was hisqueen, for fuck’s sake. The one woman put on this earth specifically forhim, the only woman who deserved to stand beside him and bask in the glow of adoration from the empire he’d built forher.
He hitched her thigh higher, plundering her pussy deeply enough to strike the sensitive end, and growled, “Answer me.”
Barely able to catch her breath through the brutal volley of thrusts, Violet’s gaze flicked to his, full of fire and brazen emotions. “Eyes.”
“Good girl.” It was a snarl. “Keep them on me.”
“F-Fuck—”
“Me. Yes, I know.” Now she’d given him those dark gifts, he made sure to hold her gaze, even as that fire burned into his brain, flooding his veins with heat. It throbbed through them, searing his arteries, scorching his blood, setting his body alight.
Fuck, he’d missed her.
Shifting his hips again and again, he pounded into her until he found the right angle. She cried out, trying to twist her pelvis to avoid the pleasure, but she roused an insane obsession withinhim when she attempted to deny what he was giving her. When her pussy spasmed, the muscles rippling around his cock, he rode her harder, focusing on that one beautiful spot designed to make her fall apart at the seams.
He plunged into her again and again, hammering his cock back and forth over that trigger point until she clamped down on him and broke. Her neck arched, the pulse in her slender neck bouncing beneath her skin, and the orgasm ripped through her like lightning, powerful and cruel.
Reaux didn’t stop. He drove her up again, keeping the pleasure rolling through her, punishing her for staying away so fucking long when she belonged righthere, under him, over him, inside him. He didn’t stop until the fight went out of her, until her stunning eyes clouded with bliss so intense, she went blind with it.
“One more,” he demanded, releasing her thigh and wrists to set his fists into the mattress beside her head, bracing his weight above her for better leverage. “One more and you can rest, Bennie.”
