“Baby,” I say, my voice more of a raw growl. “We’ve only just begun.”
Chapter Fifty-Three
I slip the ice cube inside her then, and she lifts her hips. I let her embrace the chill for a moment, until I can’t take it any longer. I spread her legs and dive between them, replacing the ice with my hot tongue.
I devour her pussy, licking and sucking, moving upward to her clit but then leaving it before she can reach the precipice.
The ultimate tease. I’m good at it, and in the end, I know it’s better for the woman if she waits.
I eat her and eat her, sucking the cream from her hot pussy, letting it sweeten my tongue and slide down my throat. God, I could lick her for
ever and never tire of the soft texture of her folds, the tangy taste of her juices, the way she grinds into my face.
But all things must end, and now I have something to say to her—something that may surprise her.
I leave her pussy then, and she whimpers.
I move forward, brushing my chest against her breasts, my cock aching for her heat. I kiss her chest, her neck, and then her earlobe.
“I know your secret, Skye.”
“Wh-What secret?”
“You only come when you give up control.”
Her eyebrows shoot up, away from the black silk.
“That surprises you?” I say softly.
She says nothing.
I’m not surprised this is news to her. She probably also doesn’t realize that I know she never climaxed before me. I’ve been with a lot of women. I know the signals.
And I also know how to recognize a potential submissive. I recognized one that day in Addison’s office, when Skye dropped the contents of her purse.
“I’ve given you climax after climax,” I continue, “but only when you yield to me. You told me tonight that your fight is over. That I have your control.”
“Y-Yes,” she says.
“Do you know what that means to me?”
“N-No.”
“It means you’re mine, Skye. In this bedroom—in the dark—you’re mine.”
“Yours,” she echoes. “Yours in the dark.”
Her words feel like salvation, and the truth of them spears into my heart with warmth and love.
Then I thrust my cock into her.
She arches into the invasion.
“So much more I want to do to you,” I say against her cheek. “So much more. And now that I have your control, I will. But for now, I want to fuck you like this, while you can’t touch me, can’t see me. Your tits are so beautiful, your nipples red from the clamps and your chest pink from my crop. Colors I gave you, Skye. Colors that prove you’re mine here in the dark.”
“Yours,” she says again as she wraps her legs over my hips.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.