She made a sound in the back of her throat, some combination of pain and frustration. He flicked the clamp and watched as a flush moved up her body. The familiar scent of her arousal drifted on the air, and satisfaction filled him. He had her attention and she wasn’t bailing on him. He’d take every shred of good news he could get.
He walked toward the end of the bed and undressed. “We know what your kinks are, but we haven’t gotten to the extent of mine. Dominance is one thing. Sadism is another. I haven’t had the pleasure of sharing that part of me with you yet.” He traced his fingers down her knee, watching the muscles twitch in his wake. “And I know you’re not a submissive, but I have a strong suspicion that you don’t mind some sharp edges with your pleasure.” He smacked the inside of her thigh. “I told you to keep your legs open, cupcake.”
She grunted and huffed a breath but parted her legs. The sight of plump, slick flesh was enough to get his dick rock hard again. He took the cold metal end of another clamp and traced it over her clit.
The shock of the cold made her back arch. “Lane.”
“Look how wet you are again. I love how hot you get.” He traced the lips of her sex with the clamp. “I’d like to wake up each morning to your pretty face and then lick this sexy cunt for breakfast.”
Her knees pulled up and her toes curled into the duvet.
“I can see that, you know?” he said, keeping his voice steady. “Where this could go. Our future. Sharing a bed. Maybe a house one day. Kissing you good-bye each morning and looking forward to seeing you each night. I’d be a damn lucky guy. I never considered how much I wanted that kind of life until I met you. You make me want things I thought I could never have.”
The truth was hard for him to say, his own vulnerability on display, flapping in the wind like a flag in a storm. But if he expected her to take this risk, he needed to be willing to take some, too.
Her body stilled, the panic obviously gripping her, but he’d expected that. He clamped one side of her labia with the rubber-tipped clip. Her breath hissed out through her teeth and her head tilted back, the panic no competition for that shock. But her legs opened wider and her teeth bit into her lip. No safe word came. She was in the good kind of pain.
He let out his own breath, sending a silent thank you to the universe that his instincts hadn’t been off base. He’d suspected this might be an option, since she enjoyed rough sex and she’d had a thing with Donovan, who wasn’t vanilla himself, but he didn’t want to assume. Now he could see it in front of his eyes. She could get off on a little erotic pain.
More importantly, though, it could jam the other signals her brain and body were trying to give her. Calm that fight-or-flight response.
This was what he could give her. A way to sink into the sensation during sex, to clearly separate it from the type of sex she’d had in her marriage, but without arguing or insults always having to play a role. A way to simply be with each other. To be dirty and rough and sweet all at the same time.
“Still with me, gorgeous?”
Her throat worked and she licked her lips. “Yes.”
He leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, moving higher and higher until he reached the center of her. He licked over her swollen clit.
She bowed up on the bed and made the most delicious, decadent sound he’d ever heard. “What are you doing to me?”
“Bad things.”
“They don’t feel bad,” she said softly.
He smiled. “Because I’m good at this.” He slid a finger inside her and gently tugged at the clothespin with his other hand. Her inner muscles clenched hard around him. “And because you’re good at this, too. You’re super filthy, doc. I love it.”
A quiet laugh escaped her.
He swallowed hard. “I could love you if you let me.”
His words cut off her laughter like a knife had gone through it. She sat up on her elbows, her mouth in a deep frown. “Lane—”
“I didn’t tell you to get up. And I don’t need you to freak out.”
She yanked off her blindfold, her eyes finding his, accusation there. “What are you doing?”
“Tonight’s about honesty. That’s me giving you mine.” He channeled the inner calm he’d learned from being a counselor, showed no emotion on his face, and pulled off the clamp from between her legs.
She fell back to the bed. “Fuck.”
He didn’t wait for her to recover. She had a safe word if she needed it. He dropped down between her thighs and sucked her clit between his lips. She moaned, the sound obviously out of her control, and he vowed to make her do it again and again.
Elle couldn’t think. Half her brain was running around like it was on fire, Lane’s words setting off every alarm in her head, but the other half had lost all functioning because all she could think about was the oh-my-God sensation of Lane’s mouth on her again and the tight burning of her nipples benea
th the clamps. Her body felt as if every erogenous zone were connected by wires, a touch or tug in one place setting off a cascade of sensations through the others.
Lane could love her?