“Let me hear you,philé emé,” he whispered against her neck. “Don’t hold back. Show me what you like.”
She didn’t understand the Greek words he used, but she’d have to ask him later, as right now, her mind was fully consumed by the urgent need he was kindling between her legs. Each touch, even the lightest brush against her skin, felt ten times more intense than it should have, as if her helplessness heightened her senses.
Still, she couldn’t fully abandon herself as he urged her to. Her breathing grew harsh, unsteady, but she held back another moan.
He pulled away his hand, and her eyes flew open. “Why—why did you stop?” she demanded, wishing she didn’t sound so plaintive.
“Well, I couldn’t tell if you were enjoying yourself,” he said innocently.
She growled in annoyance. Now, the loss of her hands frustrated her in a different way. Her body cried out for touch, for pressure and friction, but his hands rested demurely on her thighs.
“Besides, I had another question.” He raised one hand to her hair. “You like pain here…” He gave her hair a gentle tug. “And here…” His other hand tweaked her nipple. “What about…here?” His fingers slid between her legs, palming her sensitive flesh.
Her thighs snapped shut, trapping his hand. “No,” she said immediately, without even thinking about what he was asking. She liked pain, but…there?
“Have you tried it?”
“No,” she admitted.
“Would you consider trying it?” he asked. “Just once?” He gave her thigh a light, quick slap. “Like that. Nothing more.”
She shifted position, deliberating. Her initial reluctance was quickly fading, and desire brewed at the thought of what he wanted. “You—you think you’d like it?”
“Mm.” His voice rumbled in his chest. “Yes, I think I’d like it very much.”
That was all it took to convince her—the knowledge that it would please him. This was dangerous, this overpowering desire to please him, to give him what he asked for. It could make her do things she might never have wanted. But with Kallias, she knew he’d never take it too far.
She allowed her thighs to part once more. “We can try it.”
His low murmur of approval sent a flare of pleasure through her. Still, she couldn’t stop her body from tensing, preparing for pain in her most sensitive, vulnerable area.
“Relax, Lea.” He swept his hands up and down her thighs in a soothing motion. He curled one arm around her waist, gently drawing her body to lean back against him once more. She released a breath and let her body loosen, giving him her weight.
Then, his hand came down on her sex in a sharp slap. She gasped. The shock of it was greater than the pain. The light sting quickly diffused into warm, throbbing pleasure. Even more heady than the physical sensation was the utter surrender she felt at allowing him to hurt her in her most intimate place. It sent a rush through her that left her feeling dazed.
“Again,” she whispered.
He struck once more, a bit harder this time. The increased force intensified the pleasure left behind by the slap. She could feel her flesh growing even more sensitive, primed for further touch.
“So?” he asked. There was a breathless edge to his voice, evidence that he was as affected as she was. “Do you like it?”
She nodded. “Do you?”
“Gods, yes,” he whispered. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Lea. It feels so wrong to do this to you, but I can’t help myself.” He grazed his fingers over her. “In a matter of days you’ve turned me from someone who never dreamed of causing pain to another, to a man who’s coming undone at hurting you like this.”
His words made warmth bloom inside her. She loved the feeling of being the one person he could show this side of himself to, just as he was the only person she trusted with this part of herself.
“Do it once more,” she ordered. “Harder this time.”
He chuckled. “I’m not sure you’re in any position to be making demands, sweetheart, but this one, I’m happy to oblige.” His hand came down in a hard strike. Her whole body jerked, and she let out an embarrassing yelp.
This time, he didn’t take his hand away, but trailed his fingers up and down her oversensitive flesh. The abrupt switch from pain to pleasure was almost too much to take, and she couldn’t help slamming her thighs shut.
“No,” he chided. “Open for me, Lea.”
Squeezing her eyes closed, she obeyed, bracing herself for more sensation. But his touch was gentle, feather-light. Need grew,drawing taut and sharp. She squirmed, seeking more friction, but he didn’t give it to her.
He slid his other hand into her hair, pulling just enough to draw her head back, forcing her spine to arch. “I want to hear you beg for what you want.”
