His hand slid to her belly, the weight of his palm heavy there. “We have to be careful. Just in case.”
She lifted her head at that, some of the fog in her brain clearing, and looked at him
. Gentle concern filled his face, and his hand stroked her stomach, something unreadable in his eyes.
For some ridiculous reason, she wanted to cry.
But as soon as the look was there on his face, it was gone, replaced by the hard-edged expression she’d started to recognize as his dominant face. “Get your knees back under you. You’re still thinking too much.”
Thankful that he was putting the focus back on the physical, she followed his instruction and braced herself for the next blow. He delivered in full, lightening the strength of the hits but increasing the pace until all the worries and thoughts began to empty again. She needed this, craved the oblivion of it all. Somehow Pike had known exactly what she needed most.
The seconds stretched into minutes and finally she lost all track of time and the number of strokes she’d taken. Pike dropped the belt, gripped her hair, and finished her off with a few open-handed slaps over her pussy and the base of the plug. Her skin was tingling and the burn was absolute, but it was a heady, dizzying rush. Every erogenous zone in her body ached and throbbed. She wanted to rub her thighs together, get some stimulation to her clit. She was dying.
Pike leaned down and drew her earlobe between his teeth, biting. “Still with me, gorgeous?”
Breath was wheezing out of her. “Yes. Need you.”
“You fucking got me, babe. You’ve had me since the day I met you.”
He kissed her neck, her spine, and his hands coasted over her burning skin, soothing it. The combination of the tenderness mixed in with the previous violence had her mind scrambling. The man was such a paradox sometimes.
He leaned over and unlatched her hands from the cuffs and grabbed her bullet vibrator from her drawer. He tucked it into her hand. “Use this. It will make it easier for you.”
Her fingers curled around it, and she shifted so she could tuck her hand underneath her body. The first buzz of it against her neglected clit almost sent her over the edge. She jolted.
Pike’s laugh was low and dark. “Easy there. You’re keyed up. Don’t you dare come before I tell you.”
“I won’t,” she promised, dialing the speed on the vibrator down. “I swear.”
Pike positioned himself behind her, his hands still stroking her like he was sculpting her into something new and different. Maybe he was. Then his hands caressed over her hips and ass.
“Just relax for me.” He tugged at the plug, easing it out of her. She moaned as the silicone slid past her sensitive tissues. “That’s it. Gorgeous.”
She heard the sound of the foil packet, the cap on the bottle of lube, and then something much more intimidating than the plug was pressing against her back entrance. Instinctively, she tensed. “Pike.”
“Shh,” he said, his voice like warm milk sliding over her. “You can take me. You should see how sexy and ready you are for me. You just have to breathe and let me in. I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I promise I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you.”
She smiled into the sheets. “You just beat me with a belt.”
He dragged the head of his cock over her opening in a maddening tease. “And you fucking loved it.”
“God, I did,” she said, rocking against him.
“You’re going to love this, too.”
“I’m ready.”
With that, he shifted forward and nudged against her. The thick head of his cock felt like an impossible obstacle. She was going to be split in two.
“You’re too big.”
A choked laugh escaped him. “What every guy secretly wants to hear. But I promise, I’m not. Just trust me, baby. I’ve got you.”
She sucked in a long breath, filling her lungs and working to ease the tight anticipation in her muscles, then she let it out. And as soon as all the air escaped her chest, her body gave way to him. He pushed past the resistance and eased inside, tentative at first and then seating deep when she made an involuntary moan.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, and she sucked in a long shuddering breath. She’d expected it to feel more like traditional sex once he was in, but this felt altogether different, the nerves more sensitive, the pressure more intense—the vibrator against her clit only making everything that much more Technicolor. “Oh, God.”
“I second that,” Pike said on a groan. “Fuck, you feel good. You okay?”