She wasn’t sure exactly what he had in mind, but a calmness filled the space inside her head that would normally start analyzing everything. This was Lane. He’d take care of her. And if anything went amiss, he’d respect her safe word. She was safe with him.
Lane released her hands from the belt’s binding. “Get your elbows beneath you, pretty girl.”
The little endearment would’ve freaked her out in the past, but now it warmed her. She settled on her arms and took a deep breath as Lane trailed a palm over her backside. He grabbed the base of the vibrator and gave it a few pumps, angling it inside her and hitting all the right places.
She sighed into the mattress.
“I’m thinking our silicone friend here might help us out. Maybe I’ll keep him right where he is.”
She didn’t know what he meant but when he dragged a lubricated finger over her asshole, she automatically clenched.
“Easy,” he said, as if he were soothing a horse. He kissed her tailbone. “I can make you feel really good, but you’ll have to do your part. You’ll need to trust me and relax.”
She inhaled a deep breath, trying to recapture that calm place inside her, but her heart was hammering against her ribs. She remembered him threatening this that first night together. The thought had both intrigued and terrified her. The fantasy of it pushed all those sexy, forbidden buttons, but reality didn’t always match fantasy. There were a lot of things she could fantasize about that she didn’t believe would be all that fantastic in real life. But the calm confidence in Lane’s voice soothed her. He wouldn’t try anything with her that he didn’t think she’d enjoy. He was dominant in bed, but generous, and had always focused on her pleasure. If he wanted to do this, it was because he believed it’d feel good for them both.
“Still with me, doc?” he asked, voice soft.
She swallowed past the initial kick of anxiety. “For now.”
“Good.” His finger pressed against her opening, and the touch alone sent nerve endings waking up and standing at attention, but instead of the expected discomfort, a wash of pleasure went through her. The vibrator had keyed her up so much already that it was converting everything into sweet, liquid oh-hell-yes sensations. He eased his finger inside, giving her body time to catch up and soften. She groaned into the mattress.
Lane whispered words of filthy encouragement, his own voice dipping into an octave that meant this was driving him wild, too. One finger, then another, Lane worked her sensitive opening while keeping the vibrator moving just right with his other hand. He was the musician and she his instrument. She’d never heard this song before but she was ready to buy the album and a ticket to the concert.
He scissored his fingers with slow, steady attention and a tremor went through her muscles. A curse slipped past her lips.
“I want to take you here, Elle,” he said, his voice deep and gravel-filled. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock as I fill you up and that vibrator works on us both.”
She writhed against the touch and at the words, her body slick with sweat and demanding more. Right now, he was making her walk the edge but not letting her fall over. She wanted to fall over. “Get on with it then, just let me come.”
She could almost hear him smile behind her. “Such a bossy woman.”
“You love it,” she bit out, another kick of pleasure making her body clench around his fingers.
“I do.” He angled the vibrator right against her G-spot, making her gasp. “That makes it more satisfying when I bring the great doctor to a whimpering, begging mess.”
“I. Do. Not. Whimper.” But her panted breaths lied.
“Don’t speak too soon, sweet thing.” His fingers slipped out of her, making her feel oddly empty, and the rustle of clothing sounded behind her.
She closed her eyes, concentrating on the slow, steady pleasure the vibrator was offering and trying not to overthink about what the next step might feel like. But when the head of Lane’s cock pressed against her ass, instead of fe
ar rising, a bone-deep need shuddered through her. She wanted him. In all ways.
He stroked her hip. “Just breathe easy, baby, and relax your muscles. Push out when I push in. I’m nice and slick. I’m going to make us both feel good.”
She did as she was told, not wanting to question at this point, and felt the head of his cock stretch her. A brief dart of panic chased up her spine. Everything felt like too much, too big, but then he eased in and her tension gave way, accepting him into that most private space. Lane groaned as he seated deep, his fingers digging into her hips, and she let out a gritty moan as her nerve endings lit up.
Everything felt alive and sensitive and oh-so-fucking good.
“Hold the vibrator in place,” he said, his voice strained.
She slipped her hand between her legs, doing as she was told, and Lane slowly pumped into her again.
Her brain blinked off and everything became sensation. The heat of them skin to skin, the full feeling of his cock and the vibrator inside her, the slow, steady hum of the toy teasing her clit and converting everything into pure epic pleasure.
“You okay, doc?” Lane asked between breaths.
“Yes.”