Ash tears open the condom with his teeth—why is that so freaking sexy? Holy cow. I wonder if he’ll make all my book fantasies come to life? He’s knocked a couple off the list already. Who knew I’d like a butt plug? I sure as frack didn’t. And he made me say the “F” word.
He sheathes his dick and climbs back onto the bed, between my legs.
“Baby, I need you naked. Either you take your shirt and bra off or I will.”
I should do it, but I like his control, being his good girl. So much for women’s liberation. “You can do it.”
Asher’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he helps me sit up on the bed. His hands slide up my sides, bringing the shirt with them, then he pulls it over my head and down my arms. After tossing it over the side of the bed, he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra.
Without thinking, I cross my hands over my chest. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone, except a doctor. My limited experience with sex means I wore a sleep shirt and we were under the covers in the dark. Not very exciting or satisfying.
“Be a good girl and lower your arms. You won’t hide from me, baby. All of your body is mine, and you’re so beautiful you take my breath away.”
He’s lying to make me feel better. He has to be, right? No one’s told me I’m beautiful before.
“Whatever thought you just had, kick it to the curb. I will always be honest with you, even if I know you won’t like it. If I say something, I mean it. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” A flicker of disappointment flashes in his eyes. Or maybe I’m mistaken—hopefully. All thoughts fly away when his hot mouth sucks on my nipple. Fudgsicles.
As he’s sucking one, he’s kneading my other breast. When he pinches the nipple, my back arches off the bed. It feels so good. My hands find their way to his shoulders. I’m holding him so tightly that my nails dig into the skin of his back.
“Just like that, baby. Show me what you like,” he murmurs against my nipple, before biting it. Then he moves to the other one, licking, sucking, biting.
I’m going to have marks all over my fair skin tomorrow.
“Stop thinking and feel,” he scolds me with a slap to my breast.
“Oh God…”
“That’s it, Raindrop. Feel the pain and the pleasure.” He bites me again, harder this time, and I pull on his shoulders. I need more. I’m not sure what I’m asking for, but he seems to know instinctively.
He forges a path from my breasts over my stomach, nibbling and licking my skin, leaving little marks and reddened skin from his beard. Finally, he’s where I want him—at my core. I’m aching for him. My vagina clenches, aching to be filled. Instead, he just rubs his face against my mound. “I love that you’re bare for me. Do you shave or wax?”
Oh God. Really? Why is he asking me questions now?
Another slap to my breast brings me out of my head. “Umm, I usually shave. I don’t like someone else down there.”
“Mmm, I’ll be shaving you from now on.”
He’s going to what? No fracking way. “I can do it.”
“I know, but I will. It’s another rule.”
I roll my eyes. This is a rule? Shaving my nether regions? Seriously? How is that about safety related? I’m thinking of asking him, but his smirk tells me he’s enjoying this way too much.
“No rolling your eyes at me—that’s another rule.”
“You’re just making stuff up now,” I grouse. I want the sex he promised. He’s dragging this out on purpose, just like the orgasm denial earlier.
“I’m not. Power exchange, remember. You can use your safe word, or…”
Grrr. He’s taunting me. We both know it. I wonder what response he’s trying to get out of me. Because I’m about to say, “frack it,” and get my vibrator. If his brothers packed up my stuff, it should be here somewhere. Oh God. Did they see it? Maybe they didn’t, since it was buried in my sleeping bag. I’ll never be able to look at them again.
A sharp slap to my labia shocks an “eek” out of me. “What was that for?”
“Not paying attention.”
He’s right, not that I’ll admit it. I swear, he brings out the worst in me. “Sorry, Sir. But I thought we were going to have sex.”
