“Fuck,” I gasped and tipped over the edge. I fell overboard into the sensations and cried out. I convulsed as the waves of pleasure rocked my body, each shockwave acute. Falling apart in front of him made me feel frayed and exposed, but sexy, too. He watched me as the climax rolled through my body, and his eyes were hooded.
Seeing me come apart appeared to please him a great deal. His expression was the perfect juxtaposition of hard and soft. The muscle along Luka’s jawline flexed as he held his jaw tight, but his eyes were warm.
The phone was retrieved and the vibrating stopped, but this time I was grateful. It was too much now that I’d come. I swallowed a lump in my throat and peered up at him, unsure what to think or how to feel. The tingling of the orgasm was still floating in my body.
He was blur of activity.
Luka’s fingers flew to the knot at my wrist, hurrying to undo it. First one, then the other, and when I was finally free, he scooped his hands beneath me and drew me up to a sitting position. I didn’t get a moment to catch my breath. His lips followed the descent of the shirt collar, and his hot mouth on my neck gave me shivers.
Only, not with fear, but with enjoyment.
Too much was swirling in my head. His harsh, angry actions earlier. The bathtub. And now pleasure. I was adrift with nothing to cling to.
I sat still and let him taste me. His lips dropped kisses along my collarbone and up the side of my throat, and there he used a hint of teeth, which made me tremble. When he finally reached my lips, I sighed. With relief? I was needy and so fucked up.
“Goddamnit,” he muttered against my lips. “Fucking kiss me.”
I didn’t argue, I followed his command. It wasn’t a sacrifice since deep down it was what I wanted, too, but was too afraid to admit. His order allowed me to give in and pretend it was against my will.
The kiss exploded.
Our lips collided and the temperature in the room climbed a thousand degrees in an instant. His damp lips were urgent and fit perfectly to mine, insisting I match his intensity. I did, and then some. Two years of longing colored the kiss. Desire for the man he wasn’t really, but it didn’t change the tidal wave of emotion that swept through me.
I cradled his face in my hands and held on as I both delivered my kiss and endured his hot, dominating mouth. Luka would consume me until there was nothing left, I was sure of it. The fire between us burned too hot to last, but I’d do my best to hold my ground until the bitter end.
His hands clenched tight on my waist and pulled me up, off of the bed. As soon as I had my footing, he pushed me down, just as he had before. My knees thudded to the carpet, and I stared up at him, stunned. He’d been kissing me like I was the only thing keeping him alive a second ago. Now his expression was stern.
Had my response to him somehow pushed him too far? I’d done exactly as he’d asked, and yet he looked displeased. The hard look in his eyes grew, and I worried punishment was imminent. My blood went cold as he undid his belt and tugged it free of the belt loops in one swift action.
“No, no,” I said, scrambling back on my knees. He was going to beat me with the belt, all because I had kissed him as he’d told me?
“Stop.” The word was powerful, but not mean, and his voice made me freeze. “This is about trust, Addison.”
Anxiety tightened my muscles painfully, making escape almost impossible. I knelt with my knees buried on the carpet and watched him slide the end of the belt through the buckle, creating a loop. There was no air to breathe when he placed the loop over my head, positioned the buckle at the base of my neck, and tugged gently on the end. It cinched the belt tight, collaring me.
“No,” I pleaded on a broken breath. Not that it mattered. He’d been clear my desires were irrelevant.
“I get pleasure,” he said, firm, “or you get choked.” The belt tightened just a fraction of a degree, making sure I was aware of his control. “Repeat it.”
Oh, shit. How? I couldn’t think once the leather had descended on me. “You . . . get pleasure,” I whispered, struggling. “Or I get choked.”
He jerked his hold and the belt became so tight I could feel it restricting my airflow. “Again,” he said. “Louder.”
It was uncomfortable as the leather strangled me, and humiliating kneeling before him, so I blurted it out quickly. “You get pleasure or I get choked.”