“Haven’t you looked down lately, dollface?”
Confused, I peered around me.
“You’re over the red line, which means you’re on my side of the bed and have to obey my rules.”
“We just obeyed your rules,” I pointed out, turning to my side and propping my head on my elbow. He didn’t let me lounge there, though; he pushed me onto my back, dragged his hand down my arm, and took my wrist.
“Give me your other wrist,” he murmured.
I laughed nervously. “I’m spent, Cade. You just had a man finger me and then you fucked me. I don’t need to be tied up.”
He’d stopped listening and grabbed my other wrist to fasten the silk tie. Once done, he lifted my hands above my head and tied me to the headboard. “My side, my rules.”
“I think this whole ‘your side, my side’ thing is a little bit on the nose.”
“It was your idea to begin with.”
“I did it based on the principle of the matter—”
“Right.” He disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard running water before he came back with a warm washcloth. Instead of continuing to argue with me, he dragged the towel over my cleavage and across my nipples, back and forth, back and forth. “Tell me, dollface, what was that principle again?”
He asked me only after a minute of standing over me, working my breasts, and quite frankly, I couldn’t talk, let alone remember what the principle was. “Are you going to stand over me all night?”
“I’m cleaning you up. As you said, another man’s hands were on you.” He slid the towel down my stomach, to my hips, over my clit, and then between my folds.
“You invited him here, Cade,” I reminded him, because suddenly I saw his real emotion. He was letting it unfurl around us as he took his time wiping every spot Rodney had touched like he needed to make sure I’d be washed of him. “It was fun, right? You enjoyed yourself.”
“I always enjoy hearing you get off and fucking your pussy, Izzy. Admittedly, I think I enjoy it more when it’s just me.”
“Okay.” I dragged out the word.
Cade slid one finger all the way up in me slowly and curled it into my G-spot without further discussion. “You’re wet again, Ms. Hardy. Should we stop messing with fuck boys and give you what you really need?”
He slid it all the way out and let his cock drag over my clit, lubricating me with arousal. Yet, his movements were agonizingly languid. “Jesus.” I arched on the bed, rolling my hips as I tried to get more friction between us, to speed him along.
He went in again slowly as his eyes held mine. In them, I saw the menace now, the jealousy, the way he looked when I wanted to call him Mr. Armanelli. “Was it him or me that pushed you over the edge? Was it his fingers in you or mycock?”
My pussy convulsed and tightened around him at the words. And he snatched that finger back. I whimpered, “Please, Cade.”He smiled at me darkly, and I yanked on the ties to see if they’d give. “If you don’t want to get me off, untie me so I can do it myself.”
“Of course I want to get you off. It’s what I’ve aimed to do the whole night. What do you think I’m doing now?” He took a full minute to roll his thumb over my clit... just once.
“It’s too slow, Cade. You know it is. I need more. Please.” I was so close again.
“Please what? Tell me what you want this time: me, or for me to call Rodney up again.”
I rolled my hips and looked down at his strong hand between my legs. “If this is how fast we’re moving, we can call Rodney again.”
He narrowed his eyes in malice. “Really? And tell me, baby doll, who’s the one who makes you cry out always?”
My mouth lifted as the need to piss him off and defy him barreled through me. “Rodney?”
The growl that came from him was so primal and so low it traveled straight up my spine.“You like being a fucking brat, Izzy, I swear. Tell me really. Or I’ll bring you to the edge all night without letting you get off.”
Him staring at me, with his jealousy bleeding through his tone, the way he antagonized me with such slow foreplay, it made every part of me vibrate with frustration, with need, with more emotions than I’d ever let myself feel. And as they barreled through me, I realized I wanted them all. I wanted to feel everything while he fucked me to either heaven or hell. But I wanted to go with him. Only him.
“I want you. Now.”
His touch became powerful, fast, and completely what I needed. He slid three fingers in and fucked me, letting me ride him as fast as I wanted. I unraveled in seconds as I screamed his name and convulsed around him.