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and spins me, pulling my ass back toward him. God, yes. “Spread wide.”
I do, and he’s inside me again, thrusting with enough force to rock me into the back of the chaise. My breasts bounce as he dives deep, over and over. The angle allows him to hit my clit a little with each thrust, and I lean back more, seeking … wanting.
“I need it, please!” The begging flies from my lips and I press back more. Just a little more … Brent curls his body over mine, his chest slick and hot against my back. His hand curls around my hip and slides between my legs—fingers playing my clit with teasing strokes and flicks.
Darkness colors the edge of my vision, the swirl in my brain too much. Not enough. The pleasure is so damn intense. It’s controlling me, dominating me and I can’t … I can’t, but I have to.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” I hear myself sob. Brent’s hand clamps over my mouth, his lips gracing the edge of my ear.
“What do you need, baby? You need this cock?”
I can’t reply because of his hand, so I don’t try but I moan. He murmurs in my ear, soft and dirty things that have me whimpering as my orgasm storms through me. I scream against his hand, my body pressing into the couch, my hips straining against his thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Brent cries out, his cock pulsing in long spurts as he comes.
The sound of our collective breathing consumes me, and I lose more time as I collapse against the couch and just feel . My synapses are slow to recover, and I find myself in Brent’s arms, lolled against the chaise like two dolls tossed there. His eyes rake over my face, a crooked smile pulls his lips right before he kisses me.
I have no idea how I can be so elated and exhausted at the same time, but I am. He’s worn me out, but one bat of his eyelashes and I’ll be ready for round two.
“This is where I say, “That was amazing,” and you say, “Yeah,” I remind him.
The corners of his eyes crinkle. “Yeah.”
Holding a hand out to me, he helps me upright and I realize what a disaster we’ve made of the room. Our clothing is everywhere, and the unfortunate vase is shattered all over the floor.
“Leave it,” he says after following my gaze. “Come with me.”
Naked, my legs still wobbly, we walk past the master to a door on the right of his bedroom. Curious, I wait as he opens it. From the quick peek I get, it looks like a guest room, but he blocks me from entering.
He looks at me like he’s thinking, deciding, maybe. Then, he swings the door wide and shifts to the side so I can enter. It’s a bedroom, just a bedroom, simple, yet elegant in its design. He moves to the end of the bed where a large wooden trunk sits.
Brent watches me as he lifts the top. My heart flutters and rushes of goosebumps sting my skin. Renewed desire tingles between my legs even as the instinct to back away races down my spine.
Whips. Chains. Handcuffs.
I feel numb.
Floggers. Crops. Vitamin K.
I feel exhilarated.
Cat O’Nine Tails. Collars. Leashes.
I might love him.
“What’s this?” I ask, already knowing.
Brent sweeps his fingers over my cheek. “These are my terms.”
7
I ’m not all about the bass, but this song is pretty catchy.
Alexandria—Alex—sets my white zin in front of me before sliding onto her bar stool and clinking her glass against mine.
I sip the crisp, cool wine. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
I listen to the chorus playing overhead. “What song is this?”
“Oh, Rachel.” Her blonde curls bounce with her vigorous headshake. “You need to toss the Tchaikovsky and take in the Trainor.”
I smile. Last girl’s night two weeks ago, she told me to “set down the Stravinsky and snatch up the Sia.” Alex is all about alliteration.
“I’m not against pop. Just, when I’m not playing the classics at school, I’m practicing them at home.” There’s not room for any more sound.
“You unwind with silence, not the radio. I know.”
I grin. “I’m
I do, and he’s inside me again, thrusting with enough force to rock me into the back of the chaise. My breasts bounce as he dives deep, over and over. The angle allows him to hit my clit a little with each thrust, and I lean back more, seeking … wanting.
“I need it, please!” The begging flies from my lips and I press back more. Just a little more … Brent curls his body over mine, his chest slick and hot against my back. His hand curls around my hip and slides between my legs—fingers playing my clit with teasing strokes and flicks.
Darkness colors the edge of my vision, the swirl in my brain too much. Not enough. The pleasure is so damn intense. It’s controlling me, dominating me and I can’t … I can’t, but I have to.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” I hear myself sob. Brent’s hand clamps over my mouth, his lips gracing the edge of my ear.
“What do you need, baby? You need this cock?”
I can’t reply because of his hand, so I don’t try but I moan. He murmurs in my ear, soft and dirty things that have me whimpering as my orgasm storms through me. I scream against his hand, my body pressing into the couch, my hips straining against his thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Brent cries out, his cock pulsing in long spurts as he comes.
The sound of our collective breathing consumes me, and I lose more time as I collapse against the couch and just feel . My synapses are slow to recover, and I find myself in Brent’s arms, lolled against the chaise like two dolls tossed there. His eyes rake over my face, a crooked smile pulls his lips right before he kisses me.
I have no idea how I can be so elated and exhausted at the same time, but I am. He’s worn me out, but one bat of his eyelashes and I’ll be ready for round two.
“This is where I say, “That was amazing,” and you say, “Yeah,” I remind him.
The corners of his eyes crinkle. “Yeah.”
Holding a hand out to me, he helps me upright and I realize what a disaster we’ve made of the room. Our clothing is everywhere, and the unfortunate vase is shattered all over the floor.
“Leave it,” he says after following my gaze. “Come with me.”
Naked, my legs still wobbly, we walk past the master to a door on the right of his bedroom. Curious, I wait as he opens it. From the quick peek I get, it looks like a guest room, but he blocks me from entering.
He looks at me like he’s thinking, deciding, maybe. Then, he swings the door wide and shifts to the side so I can enter. It’s a bedroom, just a bedroom, simple, yet elegant in its design. He moves to the end of the bed where a large wooden trunk sits.
Brent watches me as he lifts the top. My heart flutters and rushes of goosebumps sting my skin. Renewed desire tingles between my legs even as the instinct to back away races down my spine.
Whips. Chains. Handcuffs.
I feel numb.
Floggers. Crops. Vitamin K.
I feel exhilarated.
Cat O’Nine Tails. Collars. Leashes.
I might love him.
“What’s this?” I ask, already knowing.
Brent sweeps his fingers over my cheek. “These are my terms.”
7
I ’m not all about the bass, but this song is pretty catchy.
Alexandria—Alex—sets my white zin in front of me before sliding onto her bar stool and clinking her glass against mine.
I sip the crisp, cool wine. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
I listen to the chorus playing overhead. “What song is this?”
“Oh, Rachel.” Her blonde curls bounce with her vigorous headshake. “You need to toss the Tchaikovsky and take in the Trainor.”
I smile. Last girl’s night two weeks ago, she told me to “set down the Stravinsky and snatch up the Sia.” Alex is all about alliteration.
“I’m not against pop. Just, when I’m not playing the classics at school, I’m practicing them at home.” There’s not room for any more sound.
“You unwind with silence, not the radio. I know.”
I grin. “I’m
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