Luka was a blur as he crawled off the bed and tore at his clothes. The t-shirt was yanked off and tossed away, followed by the descent of his jeans and boxers. He moved with precision, like he didn’t want to waste another second. Ironic when we’d spent five silent minutes staring at a ticking clock.
He was a clever bastard. If he’d demanded I touch myself, I likely would have done it, but I would have felt too uncomfortable to achieve climax. Had pushing me to the edge and leaving me dangling there been his goal? To see me get off by myself?
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him naked, but the sight of it still felt new and dangerous. Predators were the most beautiful creatures by design. His sinewy form encouraged my gaze downward, to where he was fully erect, angling out from his body. He wrapped a hand around the head of his dick and stroked. He looked at ease like this. Powerful and in control, the one hundred and eighty degrees from me. I’d felt scattered and frantic as he had watched me touch myself. Luka was confident.
When he climbed on the bed, I retreated, giving him as much room as I could. Only, I’d forgotten about the long metal chain attached to the leather band padlocked to my throat. He could grab it at any time and flex his control.
He didn’t. Instead he lay down on the bed and faced me, putting a hand on my shoulder. His voice was whisper-soft. “Come here.”
I wasn’t sure what he wanted and I was too afraid to ask. I inched closer with my breath held and my body tense. Luka studied my cautious approach, scooped an arm under me, and yanked me awkwardly on top of him, so I had one leg between his and our chests were pressed together. Naked flesh to naked flesh.
Like my bold act a few moments ago, this also felt shockingly intimate.
“Christ, Addison.” His eyes were heated. “Can you feel how hard you made me?” I could, since his erection was nudged against my hip. “You’re sexy as fuck.”
He caressed his hand up and down my back, stroking. Each pass it dipped lower, until he finally curled it around my thigh and shifted beneath me. Now I was straddling him and the contact of his skin on mine sent a delicious shiver up my spine.
“I knew you’d do it,” he said, and I could feel the deep rumble of his voice reverberating through his chest. “You’d be perfect, because you want to be the best at everything.”
I turned my head to the side and stared at the straight lines on the elegant wallpaper. I hated how he had me so figured out when I hadn’t a clue about him.
His lips pressed against my neck, just above the leather collar and beneath my jaw. He breathed the words and they soaked into my skin. “I want to do it right this time. Let me make it perfect for you.”
He was actually asking for permission, more or less, which struck me deep. He didn’t need my permission—I’d already agreed to surrender, so his statement threw me off-balance. His hands were fitted on my waist, holding but not trapping me.
Luka’s approach today was as it had been Friday night. Like the living frog in a pot of water, slowly increasing the heat on the burner until it was too late and he was boiled alive. I’d been the oblivious victim then, but now I went into it with eyes open. I saw Luka’s hand turning up the heat and chose to stay in the water anyway. I was a stupid girl and deserved whatever I got.
It was weird being on top since it gave me the illusion of control. It was only an illusion, though. His kiss engulfed me. When I moved my hips to line him up, he took over. He put his hand between us and held himself steady so I could slowly lower down.
I grimaced as he began to intrude.
“It still hurts?” he asked, halting my progress.
“Yeah.” The ache hadn’t been noticeable until I tried to take him inside.
“Go as slow as you want.”
His expression was confusing. It was the same concern I’d seen from him once before, mixed with something else . . . It was surprise. If I had to guess, he was surprised he was feeling concern, probably because he wasn’t used to having feelings at all.
I was anxious and nervous in the position. As if I were on display, but there was a sliver of excitement as well. I was about to have sex for the first time by choice, even if that choice was twisted and warped.
It hurt a little, but the pain was more discomfort rather than true pain as I eased myself further down on him. Luka’s eyes hooded, but he watched me, engrossed. The stretch between my legs was bearable, and I pushed down further.