Page 199 of Sins of Arrogance

“In the closet.” I watch her with un­re­lent­ing hunger.

“You could use them again, some­time. If you want.”

The of­fer as­tounds me. “No bad mem­o­ries?”

“No. As mar­riage res­cues go, get­ting kid­napped by my hus­band was a pretty spec­tac­u­lar one.”

“I’ll re­mem­ber that.” I trail my fin­gers down her arms.

And Kara re­laxes into the bed like she al­ways does for me, her body go­ing bone­less.

Her trust in my sen­sual mas­tery over her is ab­so­lute. I will never be­tray that trust. And now that I know even my dark­est de­sires are wel­come, I’m de­ter­mined she will en­joy ev­ery mo­ment of ev­ery one of them.

I bring her to the edge of an­other or­gasm while I work one fin­ger into the tight ring of mus­cle, stretch­ing her. She gasps as my fin­ger pen­e­trates her, hips jolt­ing up­ward, but not away.

“Easy,” I soothe, drag­ging my thumb over the throb­bing pearl at the apex of her folds. “Let me open you.”

The tight heat around my fin­ger clenches, try­ing to ex­pel me. I press deeper, then stop to let her ad­just, to feel ev­ery inch I give her. She moans, low and des­per­ate, pulling on the cuffs.

“You’re do­ing so well,” I whis­per, voice gone hoarse. “You’re let­ting me in, mo ghrá. Let­ting me own this part of you.”

Her eyes flut­ter shut, and I feel her body melt into the mat­tress again, breath hitch­ing as I slide a sec­ond lu­bri­cated fin­ger in be­side the first.

She cries out. In pain? Or plea­sure?

I stop and to let her body ad­just to the new in­tru­sion.

But she squirms against my fin­gers. “Green, Michael, green!”

If I last un­til I get my dick in­side her, they’re go­ing to have to call the bishop, be­cause it’ll be a bona fide mir­a­cle.

Scis­sor­ing my fin­gers to stretch her tight open­ing, I go back to mas­sag­ing her clit. It pulses un­der my touch, her thighs trem­bling.

“Don’t come yet,” I warn, as I with­draw my fin­gers. “Not un­til I’m in­side you. Not un­til you feel what it means to truly be mine.”

She whim­pers my name. Not as a protest.

As a plea.

And I give her more.

A third fin­ger.

Tak­ing her to the edge of yet an­other or­gasm.

And an­other.

We are both cov­ered in sweat and shak­ing with need by the time I turn her onto her stom­ach and press the head of my cock against her back­door.

“Re­lax for me.” I press a ten­der kiss to the back of her neck.

She makes a soft sound and her body goes limp un­der me.

I push for­ward again, but her sphinc­ter seizes and I stop.

“I’m go­ing to slap your ass. The shock to one set of nerve end­ings will help those around your tight lit­tle hole re­lax.” I don’t ask if that’s okay, but I do wait to see if she says, yel­low or red.

We’ve played a lit­tle with spank­ings, but not of­ten be­cause do­ing it brought too much of the pri­mal mon­ster in­side me to the sur­face.