Two can play at that game.
She tossed aside the crop, using both hands on him. She palmed the smooth heft of his balls while using her other hand to work his turgid shaft.
“Answer me,” she said.
“If you want to bring me to my knees, there is an easier way.” He consumed her with his battle-fierce eyes. “I’d go down readily for a taste of your sweet pussy. I would kneel before you, put my mouth on your cunny, lick your pearl until you came. I would feast on your dew, get every drop of it, and I wouldn’t stop until you screamed my name. Then I would do it all over again.”
Heavens.
Her breathing hitched, her body seized by the pleasure he promised. Shefelthim there, his hands covering her thighs, spreading her for his delectation. He would eat her exactly as he described—savoring her as if she were a banquet, driving her mad with his greed. His thoroughness.
“I’d push my tongue so deep inside you that I would feel you clench.” Against the rope, his cheeks were flushed with arousal. “Would you like that, darling? Coming in my mouth that way? Would you go wild and rub your sweet quim against my face and beg for more?”
Heat roiled beneath her skin, her face sweaty against the mask. Her nipples pulsed against her bodice. She pressed her thighs together, trying to quell the ache of emptiness, but all she felt was how wet she’d become. The dampness of her pussy, the throbbing of her swollen pearl…
“Christ.”
Sebastian’s groan snapped her back. Too late, she realized that he’d mesmerized her with his fantasy, making her frig him harder, faster with each dirty word that had rolled off his talented tongue. She released him immediately…but it was too late.
Visible pulses traveled up his jutting shaft. His torso flexed, every muscle on his chest and abdomen rigid with tension. He came, shuddering, his seed shooting from him in thick, creamy arcs. Before she could react, he reached through the net, hooking her by the nape. He pulled her close, his lips claiming hers through the rope, his kiss hot and greedy and possessive.
Her mind fogged. Her knees quivered.
He broke the kiss, sliding his mouth to her ear.
“I’ve been frustrated for twelve damned years.” His molten whisper scalded her insides. “From the day we met, there hasn’t been anyone else—only you.”
She staggered back, and he let her go. Her heart knocking against her ribs, she saw the truth blazing in his eyes. It was too much, all of it.
As applause broke out from behind the walls, she turned and walked out.
Seventeen
That night, Jack dreamed.
Of Lottie and him, back in that room. Only this time they didn’t have an audience. They didn’t need to disguise themselves—could bare themselves fully to one another. She was as naked as he was, and this time, he had her against the ropes. She was the one gripping the hemp, her blonde tresses cascading down her back, her face turned to the net. He palmed her lusciously rounded arse, giving her a proprietary smack that he knew would annoy her.
He didn’t care. Sometimes he irked her on purpose because a riled Lottie was also an uninhibited Lottie. And he loved nothing better than his wife’s complete surrender.
He spanked her again, but before she could scold him, he dropped on one knee. Spreading her firm cheeks, he licked her drenched slit. Bloody hell, she tasted fine, and her gasps of pleasure were even better. He found her opening, stabbing his tongue inside. To his delight, she pushed back against him, taking him deeper, moaning his name when she came like the hot little wanton she was.
He took her hands and placed them on her quivering buttocks.
“Spread yourself for me,” he said thickly. “You’re mine. All of you.”
He ate her until she was shaking, moaning, begging for more.
Only then did he surge to his feet and push his cock into her tight passage. He sheathed himself, groaning as her slick tunnel clenched around him. Gripping her by the hips, he began to plow her.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder. Drill your big cock into me.”
Even through his haze of lust, he felt an odd twinge. As if there was something he was supposed to remember. But her sex milked him insistently, and with a groan, he gave her what she demanded.
“You’re an animal. An absolute beast,” she crowed.
Her voice had changed. Shaded not just by desire but something else… Something that he’d never heard from Lottie.
“Ram your cock inside me. Do it. Make me spend,” she screamed.
