He moved a second finger inside her back opening as he fucked her hard and fierce. Her senses shorted out—the smack of skin against skin, the scent of sweat and arousal, and Jace inside her all twining into a ball of pulsing light behind her eyelids. She couldn’t hold on.
“Now,” Jace demanded, his own dwindling control lacing his voice. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you let go.”
“Jace!” A rough scream ripped out of her chest and metal clanged as she reared up against her bindings and let the orgasm sweep her under. Dots of color exploded in her vision and for a moment, she lost all sense of where she was.
“Oh, fuck . . . Yes.” Jace’s groan soon joined with hers as he buried deep and gave her his own pounding release.
His body collapsed against her when he was finished, the two of them a heaving pile of sweat-slicked, shaky limbs.
Seconds passed. Or was it minutes? Evan wasn’t sure. All she was sure of was that Jace was draped across her back, his cock still inside her, and she’d never felt so sated in her life.
She’d always enjoyed sex, but this was something unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She had no idea it could be so intense, so all-encompassing. So fucking good.
Jace kissed the back of her shoulder. “You okay?”
“Um, I think so?” she said, her voice hoarse.
He gave a little laugh, his chest bouncing against her back before he pushed up and off her. He slipped off her blindfold. “Let me get cleaned up real quick, and I’ll come get you out of these bindings.”
He left her alone for a minute, and she heard the sink turn on and off, then he was back at her side, clad in a pair of pajama pants, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. He freed her wrists, helped her off the table, and slipped a fluffy terrycloth robe around her before settling her onto the bed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and stared down at her, looking like he had loads to say but was holding it all in. She reached out and touched his mouth. “Why are you fighting that shit-eating grin?”
He smirked beneath her fingertips. “’Cause I don’t want to get all teenage boy, ‘wow that was awesome’ on you. It could kill my bad-ass dom reputation.”
She laughed, suddenly feeling less self-conscious about what had just transpired. This was the Jace she remembered—the quick with a joke, lighthearted guy. “Don’t worry, your reputation is intact. And yeah, that was . . . something.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Something, huh? As in something you enjoyed or something that totally freaked you out?”
She touched her throat. “I think that answer is pretty obvious. I may not have a voice tomorrow.”
He rubbed a thumb over her bottom lip. “I love how vocal you are. It’s hot. But I just want to make sure you’re okay since you’re new to all this.”
She shrugged. “Maybe I’m little weirded out that I liked it that much. I’m not exactly a person who enjoys taking orders in everyday life. It’s one of the reasons I went into business for myself.”
He nodded. “Yeah, you’ll find that people’s everyday personalities don’t always match their sexual ones. There are a lot of CEOs wearing collars around here, not to mention mild-mannered librarian-types brandishing whips. You just never know. You are what you are.”
She threaded the belt of the robe between her fingers, staring down at it. “So is that how you see it? You’re either built this way or not?”
“Yes, that’s what I believe, but . . .” He put his hand over her fidgeting ones. “Don’t get stressed out already, okay? Just because you enjoyed what we did doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a submissive.”
She raised her gaze to him.r: Roni Loren
She followed his instructions and he tied a band of silk around her eyes, blocking out most of the light. Anxiety wound through her.
A hand brushed over her hair. “You have my word that I won’t turn out the lights.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, his reassurance easing her a bit.
He grasped her wrist, drew it down the side of the table, and slid something around it. The clink of metal echoed through the room as he locked the cuff to the leg of the table. She pulled back, testing the hold, but the cuff didn’t give at all. She could flex her wrists but that was it. He quickly followed with the same treatment on her other arm. A rush of nerves went through her.
“Jace, I think—”
Thwack! His hand landed on the back of her thigh, making her jolt. “Your job is not to think, pet. Your job is to feel. Trust that I know what you need.”
She swallowed her protest, the sting from the spanking sending a bolt of hallelujah straight between her legs. Whoa. She wasn’t a stranger to pain being linked to relief—her years of cutting had taught her that. But never had she considered it could be arousing.
His finger traced the area on her thigh he had spanked. “You know how fucking sexy you look with my handprint marking you? You look better than the art hanging in my store.”