“Again?”
“Yes.”
After another round of crop spanking, he soothed her skin with his hand. When ready, she turned back over. Though he wouldn’t ask, he wanted her to remove her mask. He hated that he couldn’t see her face, couldn’t feel her hot breath on his face.
“Fuck me.” Her harsh command snapped him from his thoughts.
She lay against the slope, forcing her back to arch. Her large, erect nipples protruded into the air and he took one into his mouth.
Her deep groan had him sucking harder while adrenaline coursed through him. He fondled one tit while biting and licking the other.
“Finger me,” she groaned out.
He slid two fingers inside her dripping wet heat and groaned through the pleasure. She pushed into him as he thrust again and again.
And then he did something he’d never done with a play partner. He withdrew his fingers and waited until she lifted her head from the chair. With her fiery gaze on his, he slid his wet fingers into his mouth.
Her body trembled against his and she dropped her head onto the chair and opened her legs wider.
And then, he tunneled inside her heat, groaning from the euphoria spiraling through him. And he pounded into her again and again, the pleasure taking him hard and fast.
“From behind,” she whispered through jagged breaths.
He withdrew and she turned over. He slid back inside her and resumed his thrusting. The intensity of the sex had him hurtling toward an orgasm, but he wanted her to climax first.
“Come for me, Rapture,” he said between clenched teeth, trying to hold himself back.
“Fuck me harder.”
Her insistent words triggered his release. Wave after wave of ecstasy freed him from his demons. For those precious seconds, the nirvana helped him forget about the hell he’d created. Everything fell away, leaving only the purest of pleasure.
When it was over, he withdrew and relaxed against the chair. Turning around, she faced him. As she got her breathing under control, they stared into each other’s eyes for several long and intoxicating seconds. Instead of floating back to earth, he grew riled from the intensity of their connection. He wanted her again, and his desire to make her come had him pressing his thumb to her clit.
She shook her head, so he removed his hand. He was confused. All the other play partners who allowed penetration wanted to climax.
“Remove your mask and tell me what you need,” he said.
In silence, she pushed off the chair. Then, she collected his clothing.
What the hell?“Whoa. We aren’t finished.”
“Yes, we are.”
“Let me take care of you.”
Again, she refused him.
“After care?”
She didn’t want that, either.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
She’d sent him flying high, only to reject him again.
All she offered was her hand.
Pushing off the chair, he placed his large hand over her delicate one. Energy traversed his arm, heating him from the inside. After escorting him to the bathroom, she laid his clothes on the vanity, turned on the shower, and walked out.
