Only she’d turn sex into a sparring match.
“Yes, fuck woman,” she responded as she gasped in air. “I want it as you said three weeks ago. Don’t make me beg, Sam.”
As if her words unleashed the untamed animal inside me, I pushed up and caged her head with my arms. “And if you have bruises when you go to your fancy event tomorrow? How will the Queen of Diamonds explain things?”
“It’s public knowledge that I’m a fifth dan in taekwondo and train regularly. I have bruises all the time.”
I slid my hand over her throat and then squeezed. Immediately, her eyes dilated, and her breath grew shallow. “I doubt after a session with your black belt masters, your throat carries marks from fingers you begged to clamp down harder while you were on the cusp of orgasm.”
“T...true.” She squirmed, her hands grabbing hold of the belt loops of my jeans.
Shifting my body lower, I scraped my teeth over her shoulder, causing goose bumps to prickle her skin. “I’m positive you never walked out of any match with bite marks on any part of your body.”
I slid farther down, biting the swell of her perfect breast and making her cry out. “Oh, God. Nope. That’s never happened.”
I reached under the sofa cushion and pulled out a set of buttery-soft leather cuffs with a thin chain anchored underneath the couch. When she saw the restraint in my hand, Devani’s breathing became even more erratic. She moved to a sitting position and offered me her hands so I could buckle the cuffs to her wrists.
After ensuring enough space in her bonds to allow movement but keep her from sliding out, I cupped her jaw and throat. “And, I’m absolutely positive none of them dared to shackle you to any surface and then proceeded to cause you to lose yourself to so much pleasure that your captor had to make sure you didn’t rub your wrists raw.”
“No, no one but you has done any of those things.”
“Why is that, Highness?”
“You’re the only person who gives me the freedom to let go. You’re the only one I trust.”
My fingers tightened for a microsecond. “Yet, you broke us. For what? An assignment? I know it’s more than that. Tell me I’m wrong.”
She kept quiet but held my stare. We’d promised never to lie to each other long ago, even if the truth was brutal. She’d broken up with me by telling me she was leaving me for Joshi because he fit into her specific plans.
Now I knew it was part of whatever her fucking assignment was, as well as some other motivation.
“I thought so.” Releasing my hold on her face, I slid my palm down her neck and stopped in the valley of her lush breasts.
With the barest pressure, she understood and relaxed back, reaching her arms above her head. Standing, I glided my fingers down her abdomen over to the waistband of her shorts. Slowly I tugged them over her thighs, along her toned legs. Once I had her clothes discarded, I took hold of her ankles and set her feet into place on my knees.
I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the gorgeous woman stretched out like a sacrifice before me.
A slight flush tinged her soft golden skin as her tight, beaded nipples moved up and down with each breath, and desire darkened her eyes, turning them almost black. Her swollen labia glistened with her arousal and called for me to taste.
“Sam, stop staring at me and do something.”
“You aren’t in any position to give orders, Highness.”
“You’re punishing me.”
“Making you wait is punishment?”
“You’re so angry.”
“Is that a question?” I slid her feet to the fabric-covered cushion.
“It’s a statement of fact.”
“Tell me, Highness. Why shouldn’t I be? You tell me just enough information, so it’s never a lie. But what you say isn’t the complete or full truth.”
“We promised never to lie.”
I dropped my face until my nose just brushed hers. “You let me believe that you left me for another man.”