Ripping my hands away from his head, I huffed out a breath and relaxed into the bed. My legs flopped open, and all I could do was breathe, trying to recover from the intensity of that. Cy gently removed his hands from my body, leaned a little higher, and then kissed my belly.
"Maybe you're right," he teased. "Seems like you really won't break."
And then he grabbed my hip and flipped me onto my stomach a little too easily. I gasped, surprised at the manhandling, but I loved it at the same time. When he moved higher to cover me with his body, I lifted my hips and pushed back, waiting for him, wanting more of him.
"I'm not going to choke you," he rumbled against the edge of my ear. "That's for your other man. I might pull your hair. I am definitely going to fuck you hard." To prove his point, he ground his erection against the cleft of my ass. "I don't care how loud this bed gets. I don't care how many times you cum. You once said you have no problem being my bitch, so I'm going to treat you like it."
"Don't tease," I gasped just as he angled his hips.
I felt him right there, but he paused to chuckle. "I don't." And then he pushed inside me.
Fuck, but I was sensitive, and yet he still felt so good. There was something about having a man overpower me that I loved. Most weren't brave enough to try. Of those who had, few had managed to do more than make themselves look like a fool. Cy? He was different. So were Ash and Luke. The difference was that they didn't want to use me.
They wanted to love me.
This was how I let them. Day in and day out, I was used to being in charge, and they let me. They gave everything to me. Their respect, their time, and so much of their effort. Every so often, my men wanted to take, and I loved the way it felt. As Cy rocked into my body hard, we both shifted on the bed at the force of it, but it felt so good. It felt like he was strong. Like he was lost in his desire. It felt like all those foolish dreams I'd had as a girl, back when I had been the weak one hoping for him to be my protector.
"I want your fantasy," I panted, pushing my hips back to meet his next thrust. "All those times you pretended it was me." I whimpered in pleasure as he drove into me again. "That's what I want, Cy."
"Ah, fuck," he groaned before grabbing the wet hair at the back of my head and pulling my head up. "Then fucking kiss me."
I turned my head and he was right there. Our mouths clashed. Our bodies pounded, demanding more pressure, more pleasure, and trying to get just a little deeper. I felt his hips slapping against my ass. His thighs were pressed right up against the backs of my legs. He fucked me hard, and I loved every single second of it.
"Reach down and play with yourself," he demanded. "I'm out of hands, so you fucking do it, Violet."
Oh, I didn't have any problem with that. Pushing an arm under my body, I found my clit and began to rub, matching the pace he set. Lightning shot up my spine when he thrust into me the next time, making me gasp, but Cy seemed to like that. He growled under his breath like he needed more, then began to move a little faster.
Wild, frantic, and passionate, we chased each other's pleasure. I clenched each time he slid out, milking him, trying to make him lose control before I did, but I knew it wouldn't work. He just rode me, one hand in my hair, one against the bed, and his chest pushing me onto the mattress. The bed began to protest, but the creaking was soft and wouldn't carry. The gasps I was making were getting louder, though, and he wasn't much better.
Then he kissed me again. When I tried to suck in a breath, his mouth moved to my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, but gone was the sweet and gentle man I'd grown up with. The man buried inside my body was truly making me his bitch, and it felt so damned good. It felt like I was his. It felt like true love in some twisted way that fit us all so well. It felt absolutely amazing, and I couldn't take it anymore.
My breath caught. My body tensed. I was pretty sure that my heart even forgot to beat as the orgasm hit. My thighs began to tremble, and for a moment, nothing at all mattered. Everything felt good, especially the man inside me as he kept going. Our bodies rocked. It made the pleasure feel like waves of the ocean washing over me, and my core gripped him so damned tight that I was sure he couldn't take much more.
Then he groaned, the sound low, deep, and never-ending. I felt his hips shudder a split second before warmth filled my body as he lost control. Together, we both collapsed forward, only his arm keeping his weight from crushing me. Then, we struggled just to breathe.
Finger by finger, he removed his hand from my hair. Sucking in massive breaths, he paused to kiss the back of my shoulder. I murmured in approval, but that was the best I could manage. Then Cy pressed his face against my back.
"Still ok down there?" he asked.
"That," I managed, "was amazing."
He just chuckled softly and slid out of my body so he could flop down beside me. "Damn." He stretched an arm out in an invitation for me to curl up against him. "Wanna know a secret?"
"Mhm," I agreed as I snuggled up against his chest.
"I've never even fucked Ash that hard, but you wanted to know what I'd fantasized about."
"That?" I asked. "Making me your little bitch?"
I looked up in time to see him shake his head. "No. Losing control when I touch you, Violet. Pretty sure I'm still the bitch in this relationship, but I'm good with that. Promise that I have no problem with you pinning me down and using me like a fuck toy."
I just kissed his chest. "Yeah, that sounds like fun too. Next time, Cy. I think I'm fucked out for tonight - and don't ever say that you don't know what to do with a woman's body again. Iwillcall you a liar."
"Just yours," he assured me. "I don't want any other woman. Not ever. I've already found perfection."
Chapter Twenty-Two
The next day, it was time to put our little plan into action. Well, at least to start it. Once I got my daughter headed off to school, the rest of us gathered together and started making plans. Ash called his office to see what promotions he could use for these lingerie parties. Leslie loved the idea and promised that she would ship him as much product to use as he wanted.
