I scramble off him, pulling my legs beneath me at the edge of the bed. As August sits up, leaning back on an elbow, my climax drips off his chin and cascades down his chest.
“I feel like I should apologize, but the sight of you covered in my wetness like that really does something to me, Augustus.”
I run my eyes up his body as he licks his lips, savoring my taste. As my gaze clashes against his, the simmering embers of my desire blaze back to life, because he’s looking at me like he’s nowhere close to done.
August looks at me like he’ll never get enough, and it goes far beyond my body. He craves, cherishes, and savors every aspect of who I am. The mess and the chaos—all the things no one else has ever wanted, all the things others threw away.
“I need you to tell me I’m the only man who’s ever done that to you before, Elena.”
“You are,” I whisper. “Only you.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, rolling onto his knees. There’s a massive wet spot over the sheets from the way I lost myself, but he pays it no mind as he points to the mattress. “All fours, baby. I wanna see that ass spread for me.”
I crawl in front of him, turning my back to his front before folding my body forward and raising my hips into the air, exposing myself to him entirely.
I’m so wet between my thighs it continues to leak out of me, dripping down my skin as I spread my legs for him.
August inhales deeply, as if settling himself. His body shuffles closer before my skin sparks at the feel of his thighs brushing against mine, and the rough grasp of his hands on my cheeks.
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, bending over me and letting his breath caress the skin of my back. “I’d say I’m going to sketch it. I’d say it deserves to be in a museum, admired by all.” His tongue drags down my spine and over the curve of my ass until he’s hovering over the place my skin parts. “But I’m a terribly selfish man, Elena, and this body is all mine.”
I respond with a soft mewl, the sound muffled by the pillows my head rests upon.
Keeping one hand on my ass, he slides the other between my cheeks before grasping the plug inside me. “Breathe for me now, okay, baby? I’m going to take this out of you, but I’ll go slow.”
I nod, inhaling as I stretch around the toy. August moves slowly, giving my body time to adjust before he slides it out of me completely, leaving me feeling empty.
I gasp as his tongue runs the length of me, starting from my clit and sliding up to my ass, his piercing circling my tight bud. I cry out as he dips it inside me, and I’m trembling with desire.
“Elena, my God,” he groans.
“I am your God, Augustus.” I lift onto my elbows, turning my head to peek at him over my shoulder, meeting a blazing set of emerald eyes. “Worship me like the devout man you are.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing his jaw with an expression I can only describe as awestruck. “Tell me what happens next in your book.”
“Oh.” I’d completely forgotten that this was supposed to be a brainstorming session. Honestly, I just want him to fuck me in every way possible.
I want him to take control. To own me. He tells me I’m everything he’s ever wanted, and there’s nothing sexier to me than watching him take it. To forget who I am, and what both of us have been through, becoming nothing more than entwining bodies. When he leads that dance, I can finally shut off my brain, and it’s behind closed doors and in his bed that I feel free.
“Umm…” I stutter, attempting to recover—remember what the fuck I’ve been writing. “Well, she gets herself into some trouble and is almost kidnapped. He wants to punish her for being so negligent to her own safety, so he ties her up. Teases her until she’s begging, and then delivers.” I bite my lip, smiling. “And she likes a bit of pain. Spanking, choking, slapping. The works.”
A dark laugh rakes along my skin. “That what you want right now, Little Vice?”
“I’m game for whatever you are, Augustus.”
“Hmmm.” He tsks. “I don’t think that works for me. I think I need you to use your words.” The bed shifts, and then his hand is on me, sliding down my back in a teasing touch. “Tell me you want to be like the character in your book. Tell me you want to be restrained—at the mercy of her captor.”
As his hand reaches my ass, he removes it, before delivering a slap that echoes through the room just as a flash of staggering pain ripples over my body.
“Yes,” I whimper. “That’s what I want.”
“Say it, Elena.” He spanks me again. “Grab your ass and spread it open, show me how ready you are to take me.”
My breath hitches, and my face floods with heat as I brace my weight on my head and shoulders, sinking into the pillows as I reach behind myself and grasp each of my cheeks, spreadingwide. I know the view I present to him now is obscene, and I’m shamelessly wet at the thought of it.
“I want you to tie me up and use me. However you want, I’m all yours.”
“Mine?” he rasps. “That’s what you are?”
