Lane shift
ed above her, one hand gripping the side of the table and the other tucked between their bodies, stroking her with confident skill and toe-curling accuracy.
Her brain buzzed with pleasure, making her back arch and a breathy sound come out of her. She wanted to savor this, to feel every sweet second, but her body felt ready to override the plan and go for the finale immediately.
A menacing grin appeared and Lane’s gaze shifted to the left. “What do we have here?”
He was asking her questions right now? She couldn’t be expected to answer questions. She grunted but turned her head and tried to focus on whatever it was.
Lane braced himself above her, stealing away the blissful stroke of his fingers, and he lifted what he’d discovered. One of the arm cuffs of the four-point restraints they had for this table.
“What exactly goes on in this room, doc?” he asked wickedly, his hips still moving in a slow, tortuous rhythm that was making her pant.
“Patients. Danger. To. Themselves. Or. Others.”
He dragged the soft, flexible material of the cuff over her breast, making her nipple tighten and a curl of pleasure go through her. “Well, you look very dangerous, doc. Definitely a threat.”
“I will be if I don’t get to come soon,” she managed.
He laughed. “Defiant too. Definitely needs an intervention.”
Lane slipped his fingers around her wrist and drew her arm down by her hip. He looped the restraint around one wrist and then gave the other the same treatment, pinning her arms at her sides.
She expected a bit of unease at being restrained, but a tremor of need went through her instead. Trust that Lane would make this good for her. But when he slid his cock from inside her, she groaned in protest.
He climbed off the table and found the ankle restraints and put her completely at his mercy. He traced fingertips up her thigh, admiring his handy work. “That’s better.”
“You’re evil,” she said, arching and testing the restraints with a tug. They didn’t give. These weren’t some novelty item from the lingerie store. These were medical grade. Meant to protect people.
But Lane looked poised for torture.
He trailed a path up her thigh and tucked two fingers inside her, finding her slick and desperate. “You want to come, doc?”
“You fucking know I do.” She lifted her hips, seeking more. “And you’ve just blocked yourself. You’re not going to be able to fuck me like this.”
His lips kicked up at the corner. “Believe me. I don’t plan to suffer.”
He climbed back over her, bracing himself above her, and with all the patience in the world, he dragged his cock over her labia and along her clit. Her knees tried to bow up, the ripple of pleasure zipping over her, but the ankle restraints held.
She shuddered with need.
“Very nice,” Lane said, voice dark with promise. “You can’t go anywhere. You just have to take what I’m willing to give you.”
He dragged himself over her in a hypnotic, sensation-laden rhythm, making every part of her aware of every inch of him. She needed to spread her legs, to feel him fill her up, to come and come and come. But she couldn’t move, could only accept the sparking sensations, feel the erotic ache inside her.
She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. “Please, Lane. I need you.”
“She begs,” he said softly.
For once that didn’t trigger her defiant genes. It no longer felt like losing a game. She could ask for what she needed from Lane without consequences. They were in this together. Both enjoying themselves. No shame. No apologies for what felt good to them. They could have their combative sex. They could play roles. But sometimes, she could just give in and let go.
She was free. “Please. I love you.”
He leaned down to kiss her softly and then uncuffed her ankles. She hooked her legs around his hips, and he sank deep inside her. Her hands were still cuffed but she didn’t need her hands to feel. Her breasts rubbed against the coarse hair on his chest, making her nipples tingle, his fingers stroked over her clit, making her blood pump, and his cock stretched her. In minutes, they both came with a chorus of quiet moans, hot words, and sweat-slicked skin.
She rode the wave of it. Every part of her was alight with feeling, with sensation. But when they finally settled against each other, coasting down from the high, something much more potent than the aftershocks of orgasm washed through her. In those private, quiet minutes, every hollow space, every dark corner inside her filled to the brim with contentment.
This was what she never knew she’d been searching for. This sense of knowing she was exactly where she was supposed to be.