“We’ll see,” she responded.
He shook his head and sat back, then tore open the foil. He rolled the condom over his length, the sight enough to distract Kat from her previous, troubling thoughts.
Dean grasped her knees and spread them wide, pressing them up so she was entirely exposed. His gaze caught the bottom edge of the wounds Jerry had left, but neither she nor Dean mentioned it.
It was as if that couldn’t exist, not in that moment, not between them. Kat refused to let anyone see how much those marks hurt, how much she hated them, so she ignored them.
Dean must have done the same, because he grasped his cock again and pressed the head against her waiting pussy. He paused for a heartbeat, his gaze locked at the place they touched, before he slid into her with agonizing slowness.
Each inch of his thick shaft spread her open. If he’d slammed into her, it would have been over all at once, she’d have adjusted with one go, but this way? This way forced her to endure it all, to feel it all, and it overwhelmed her.
She had no idea just how close to release she was until it crashed into her, until her back arched and she drowned beneath the waves of sensation so strong she struggled to call them pleasure.
Not that it stopped Dean. He kept on, even as her body tightened around him, until his pelvis pressed against her. Only then did he pause, his lips near her ear, his breathing rapid and hard.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Your cunt feels so damned good, Kat, especially when you squeeze down on me like that, when you squirm because it’s too much.”
And as much as Kat wouldneveradmit it, that’s what she loved, too. She loved that he didn’t treat her like she was fragile, like she couldn’t handle it. He kept going because he wanted to, because he knew she could take it.
He reached down with the hand not bracing himself, but he didn’t grab her thigh. Instead, he leaned enough to grab her sore ass, which set off another wave of pleasure through her. It was as if that reigniting old flames, like blowing air over embers.
She arched against him, crying out, and he took that moment to pull back before plunging hard into her.
He fucked her with a passion she had no idea he had. At the club he was normally funny and cheerful and polite. He appeared to be a perfect gentleman, the sort of soft Dom new subs liked to play with because he seemed safe.
That wasn’t the man fucking her right now. This man was wild, teasing every nerve ending in her body as he took her. She’d be sore when they were done—there was no doubt about that—but she couldn’t wait to feel the twinges of pain come tomorrow.
Kat gave herself over to it, to him, especially when he growled into her ear, “Hands above your head. Grip the headboard.”
Kat’s arms moved on their own, it seemed, as if he had a direct line to her body that bypassed her brain. She wrapped her fingers around the metal of her headboard, gripping it and using it to keep her from sliding up despite his punishing thrusts.
Dean set his hand on the front of her throat, the action shorting out her brain further, making her tilt her head to offer himeverything.
He chuckled, a dark sound that made her pussy clench around him. He didn’t tighten his grip, didn’t cut off her oxygen, but the threat alone was all she needed. Between the pain in her ass from the spanking, the way he fucked her with all his strength, and the pressure of his hand against her throat, Kat gave up.
She stopped fighting, stopped trying to be anything except in the moment with him.
Dean, as if he realized it, stared down at her with his blue eyes. What was he going to say? The moment stretched on, the two of them locked somewhere between who they wanted to be and who they were.
Instead of saying anything, however, Dean shook his head and leaned down, taking a kiss, and Kat knew the truth.
At the end of the day, they werebothcowards.
But that was fine with her.
It was always safer to hide the truth.