Page 31 of Wrecked With You

He lowered his voice, giving it a sensual edge. “I very much like the way it sounds on your lips.”

For a moment she said nothing and then, “Please. Tony, please, please fuck me.”

“Sweetheart,” he said, “it would be my very great pleasure.”

He slid up her, both their bodies slick from the massage oil. Now his cock was right at her core, and he was about to lose his mind from wanting her. At the same time, he wanted to draw it out, to increase her pleasure, but he couldn’t wait. She stole his control. And soon he was deep inside her.

Her hips arched up, and her legs gripped him like a vice, as if she could pull him all the way through inside her, deep enough that they would become one. He bucked against her, thrusting in and out, his body tightening with a growing explosion as she thrashed her bound arms and cried his name until finally, finally, she shattered beneath him, her body clenching around him and bringing on his own seriously epic supernova of an orgasm

The next thing he knew he was lying by her side breathing hard, unable to remember when he had ever felt so satisfied.

“Untie me,” she murmured, and somehow his fingers and brain cooperated to manage the task. She rolled toward him, then curled up next to him, her eyes closed as she trailed her fingers over his chest. “As far as I’m concerned, there’s not a damn thing wrong with the world at this moment.”

He chuckled, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m flattered.”

She shifted enough so that she could tilt her head and meet his eyes. “I admire a man who does what he promises. You definitely made me beg.”

“And you let me do whatever I wanted,” he countered. Not that she’d had much choice, since she was tied down, but he also knew she’d enjoyed it. “There’s something else I want you to do,” he told her.

Her brows rose with interest. “Again so soon?”

He chuckled. “I want to hear your reason.”

A flicker of confusion crossed her face before her features went hard with understanding. “Reasons?” she asked, though he was certain she understood.

“For playing the submissive,” he whispered, bending close and murmuring the words near her ear. “The woman I pay to do whatever I want. In the limo you said you had your reasons beyond the fact that it makes sense for the mission.”

She pulled back, and for a moment he thought she wouldn’t answer. Then she lifted her shoulder as if it was all just casual. “You never really know what a man is like until he has complete control.” She looked hard at his face, as if daring him to challenge her. “That’s when he shows his true colors.”

He hesitated, then asked, “Who hurt you?”

She swallowed, then pushed him over so that he was lying flat again. She straddled him, her ass teasing his cock back into attention. Slowly she bent forward as if to kiss him, but she pressed her lips to his ear instead. “I’ll work with you,” she whispered. “I’ll help you. I’ll even fuck you. But I am not going to lie down on a goddamn therapist’s couch with you. You want to tell me your problems, fine. I’ll listen. But don’t expect me to share. I don’t want to, and I don’t need to. Understand?”

He cupped her ass, her curves fitting nicely into his palms. Then he turned his own head to whisper. “Understood.”

With a gentle motion, he maneuvered her off of him, then reached over to turn on some music. He’d plugged his phone in to charge, and now he connected it to the room’s sound system and turned on a playlist of Nina Simone.

“Nice,” she said as he turned the volume up loud enough to drown out their whispers.

“I enjoyed having you tied down,” he whispered. “At my mercy. I liked it because I know it heightens what you feel. How that pleasure flows through you. That’s why some people are into BDSM,” he continued, though she hadn’t asked. “I get that. But I got enough of pain as a kid. Some people with my background would have turned it around. Owned it, even. They’d find pleasure and release in either that lifestyle or even in just light play.”

He swallowed, remembering the beating he’d taken from his father. Remembering walking in on his dad accidentally when he’d been with a woman he’d strapped to a wall, her back bloodied from a whip. And he recalled the time that it hadn’t been an accident. The time his father had made Tony, all of eight years old, stand there and watch.

“That’s not me,” he said simply as she turned her face away from him.

She stayed that way for so long, he almost thought she’d fallen asleep. Then she said, so softly he could barely hear over the music, “I think we had similar childhoods.”

He said nothing for awhile, merely stroked the length of her arm. Then he asked, “What did you mean when you said you’d earned a living as a hooker?”

She rolled over, her eyes lit with fire. “Was there anything about those words that were unclear? And no, I’m not going to elaborate. This isn’t the part where we exchange life stories. This was sex. Great sex, yes. But just because I spread my legs for you doesn’t mean I’m going to share my history. Got it?”

“I do,” he said. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to learn more later.

Chapter Ten

Mindy is bright-eyed and perky when we see her the next morning. Since I’ve only had one cup of coffee, I’m not yet bright-eyed. And I’m very rarely perky.

We pause for chitchat, and Tony asks if the three single women have arrived at the resort yet. Mindy probably thinks that we came to Debauchery with nothing more than a threesome on our minds, but that’s the point of this resort, and she’s eager to help.