She nodded slowly and licked her lips. “Don’t let me down.”
Her whisper was so faint I couldn’t be sure what I’d heard. I leaned forward into her space. “Are you going to make me regret this already?”
“No, I want—” She cleared her throat and looked straight through me. “I want you to finish. Your fantasy. The reason youcame here tonight.” Her cheeks flamed, but she got the words out, loud and clear without a single damn stutter.
“You don’t get to make the requests tonight,” I muttered roughly, pushing away from her.
Her soft gasp nearly undid me. I ran my hands through my hair. Hell, I’d just gotten my need for her locked away, and here she was, essentially begging me to fuck her like I’d planned.
But things had changed. So many things.
I pursed my lips and spun back to her. “You want me to fuck you. One-time sort of thing, a bit of fun to close off a weird night, is that it?”
“Yes.” She crushed my heart in a single sound. “No. I don’t know!” she cried. “Knox, I’ve never done this before. You asked for a fantasy before, but I’ve never experienced anything remotely like this in my entire life. I blurted out what I’d read in a book because I thought you’d believe it. It turned me on, the idea of kissing one man and having se—being fucked by another,” she corrected herself carefully. “But the fantasy I want right now is for you to finish this the way you’d planned. I’ve never—your touch—” She choked on the hard truth jammed in her pretty little throat. Unchecked tears streamed down her cheeks.
I heard the frustration in her voice, read the plea on her face.
Swallowing hard, I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh. “Are you a virgin?” I asked, my voice harsh and filled with lust. I saw the same reflected in her eyes.
She shook her head. “No. Not in the traditional sense. To what you like? Yes.”
“I won’t go easy on you because of that,” I warned her, sliding my hands up the backs of her legs to grip the globes of her ass in both hands. My claws slid out a little, and I drew hercheeks apart, leaving her exposed and trembling in my hold.
A whine built in her, but I ignored it as I dipped my head and sucked on her clit. Lengthening my claws, I scraped one lightly along the crack of her ass, all the way to her slippery pussy and back, toying with her asshole. The nerves bundled there loved surface play, and I made sure to leave her overwhelmed with sensations she’d never likely experienced in her life.
Smoothing the fingertips of my other hand, I slid knuckle-deep inside her, working her hard and fast as I sucked at her clit, yanking her orgasm forward and throwing her over the cliff in a sacrificial free fall to euphoria.
Her screams echoed in the small room, and I was hard again in an instant. Shucking off the costume, I grabbed a condom from where I’d positioned a few behind her and rolled it on. Her head lolled on her shoulder as I notched myself at her entrance. I kissed her hard, bringing her back, and kept teasing that tight little asshole with my claws.
“Fuck, I wish I had more time because I’d torture you here, too.” I pressed the tip of my claw inside, careful not to hurt her, keeping the tease going as long as possible.
“You can have as much time as you want. Whenever you want.” She gasped, arching to rub her pussy over the tip of my covered cock. “Please, Knox.”
Who was I to deny a pretty girl who begged like that? I gripped her hips and slammed home in a single stroke. She gushed hot and thick around me, her walls already pulsing in the rhythm of her next orgasm.
I ground my teeth and kept a fast pace, willing myself to hold out. Her screams lit me on fire. I surged forward as she wrapped both legs around my waist and gave herself over to what I needed.
Words and cries tumbled from her lips in a constant scream, but I heard none of them. A roaring filled my ears, andmy throat tore as I shouted my climax into the void. I fell with her as she let go, and we found oblivion together.
Chapter Six
Knox
On shaking legs, I cleaned us both in silence. When was the last time I was the one who tottered around after a damn fine session? Unwinding her bonds took half a second. I pulled the rope that dangled from her wrist—she’d released it long ago. Her bonds loosened and began to unwind.
After drawing her wrists from the coils, careful not to damage her skin, I gathered her in my arms and sank to the cold floor. Swiping a hand into the darkest corner, I yanked at a pile of blankets I’d put there earlier, covering us both as she began to shiver.
“Take it easy. That was—” I broke off. She was too far gone to listen, and my brain was mush.
“Mind blowing. Life altering. Can we do that again please?”
“What, now?” I teased, running a fingertip beneath her chin to tilt her head back.
She giggled at me.Giggled.“Maybe … tomorrow? Wait, that’s Christmas. And family. Ew. Can I have Christmas with you?”
I froze midway through stroking her hair and untangling the damp strands from around her throat. Her bare throat, where a collar should go. My damn collar. “You’re fuck-drunk. It wears off about the same time as everything starts to hurt.” Including my heart. When the happy dolphins—what my first sub used to call endorphins—and whatever else made you lovely-dovey wore off after a good, hard fuck.
“Nope. Not drunk. Just, can you chase me through a park, next time, maybe? Or a dark public parking lot. Is that too cliche?”