“Don’t move.”
Silky heat pooled between her thighs at his commanding tone, and Olivia obediently stayed still while Sammy grabbed something from the closet behind her. A minute later, he covered her eyes with a soft cotton bandanna and secured it with a tight knot. The room plunged into darkness, heightening her other senses—the smell of wood from the walls and floors mixed with her arousal and Sammy’s faint sandalwood scent, the rustle of air as he moved into position, the smoothness of the sheets beneath her hands and knees.
“Grab onto the headboard and put your head down.”
Olivia’s forehead hit the bed at the same time her fingers curled around the iron bars of the headboard. In this position, with her ass raised and her legs spread, she was even more vulnerable than she’d been on all fours, but she trusted Sammy. No matter her sexual tastes or how much she’d wanted this over the years, he was the only person she’d allow to see her this way—submissive and at his mercy.
She heard his breathing quicken as he glided a palm over the curve of her ass.
“You’re going to count for me, baby. Can you do that?”
“Ye—” Olivia didn’t get the whole word out before his palm landed on her skin with a sharp crack. She jerked, pain and pleasure radiating from the strike, but she had the mind to count like he’d ordered. “One.”
Another slap, this time on her other ass cheek. “Two.”
Her body jerked again at the sharp sting. “Three,” she bit out.
By the time they reached ten, she was a mess of pain and arousal. Her ass throbbed in rhythm with her core, and her clit was so swollen and tender she was sure she would come if Sammy so much as touched it.
“Did you learn your lesson?” He was breathing hard, and Olivia wished she wasn’t blindfolded so she could see him. Seeing him turned on turnedheron.
“Yes.” Another moan fell out when his tongue touched her skin, and he licked and massaged the burn away. Shivers rolled down her spine, sensitizing every nerve ending and turning her nipples into diamond-hard points.
By the time Sammy finished, she was on the knife’s edge of arousal again.
Olivia heard the telltale rip of foil before the bed dipped and the tip of his cock teased her entrance.
“Hold on tight,” was the only warning she got before he slammed home.
Olivia cried out in pleasure as she felt his full steel length moving in and out in a fast, hard rhythm that sent her body sliding across the bed and the headboard crashing against the wall. His fingers dug into her hips, and his groans mingled with hers. The air was heavy around them, drenched with arousal and stifling the sounds of skin slapping against skin.
One of his thrusts hit the spot that made her unravel, and she came apart, her screams rising in volume while fireworks of sensation exploded inside her. Her orgasm spread through her like liquid fire, melting her down into a pool of honeyed pleasure.
Olivia was so caught up in the intensity of her orgasm she didn’t notice Sammy had pulled out until she felt him slathering something cool and slick on her ass.
“Remember when you said you wanted me to fuck you anywhere?” He bent forward, his words a whispered breeze across her ear. “This is your one chance to take it back.”
She bit her lip, her heart hammering. For the briefest moment, her mind flew to the book club discussion. She’d said she was Team Anal, but in truth, she hadn’t done it in years. Not since she and Sammy broke up. She might as well be an anal virgin all over again.
But she had liked it when she did it. She just needed to warm up first.
“I don’t want to take it back. Just...go slow, okay? It’s been a while.”
There was a pause. Her blindfold disappeared, and Olivia had to blink several times before her eyes adjusted to the light again.
Sammy cupped her chin and turned her head so she was looking back at him. His eyes were molten with lust, but there was a sharp, incisive glint in them as he examined her face. “Define ‘awhile.’”
“Eight years.”
Surprise blossomed on his face, quickly replaced with pure male satisfaction. “Am I the only man you let fuck you in the ass, Liv?”
Pink stained her cheeks. She was tempted to bluff and tell him that was only because no one else had been interested, but he’d know it was bullshit. No man would turn the act down. Besides, she was so tired of lying and pretending. It hadn’t exactly done her much good in the past.
“Yes.”
Her word of the night. But fuck, it felt good to give in. To stop resisting. She wanted him, and she wanted him to know it.
Sammy’s gaze and touch gentled. No doubt he knew her admission wasn’t about the act itself—it was about the trust that came with it.