The leather strap was swinging with his thrusts, so I pushed it over my shoulder, wanting it out of the way. He groaned and my muscles clenched. The belt around my throat began to tighten. What? My eyes fluttered open and went wide, realizing . . . oh God, when I’d put the belt over my neck, did he think—?
Yes, he did. The leather constricted and dug into my skin. It was uncomfortable, and the pressure on my windpipe made it even harder to breathe, and yet, it was unbelievable how badly I wanted him to go tighter. I stared at him through the mirror, my face full of need, and he watched me right back, his expression intent. Focused. His deep eyes seemed to study every attempt I made for air.
“If you want to stop,” he ordered, “open your hands.”
The belt tightened, the buckle biting into the side of my throat. I couldn’t breathe at all, and my mind began to turn, inching toward panic. My vision narrowed to a tunnel and blurred until we were nothing but blurry, faceless shapes. There was no way I could speak or tell him to stop, so I slapped an open hand against the mirror. I was going to pass out, any second now—
“Fuck, fuck . . . oh fuck!” I screamed as the belt released its choke. Only I wasn’t screaming in pain or anger. I was coming. I shattered with ecstasy so powerful it made my legs buckle and my eyes slam shut. Behind my eyelids, stars exploded and everything went tingly numb. The numb alternated to heat as if standing in a blast furnace, then back to arctic cold, with bliss layered on top of it all.
My scream faded to moans, as I just kept coming. My body broke apart, and Joseph gripped me tightly. He held me together as my mind disconnected from the rest of me and floated off to someplace else where everything felt like warmth and pleasure.
While I drifted in the space, he slowed to almost a halt, buried deep. His hands freed the belt from my neck and it thudded to the carpet. Then, he caressed me, slow and leisurely with wicked hands.
“Did I make you come too hard, baby girl? Your filthy mouth makes me think so.”
My body was still a shell while the rest of me remained floating above, so I couldn’t respond. I felt him gently pull the plug free and drop it to the floor. This time when he began to move, it was for him. Each thrust he gave tugged me back to reality until I was completely present again.
I blinked my sluggish eyes at him and he gave me a smoldering look. His cock grew harder inside me and his hands, which had settled on my waist, gripped me fiercely. Fingers burrowed into my skin. Listening to his rapid, uneven breathing was so hot. I craved his orgasm, wanting him to reach the same peak he’d given me.
Joseph groaned as he drove into my body with a violent thrust, and it seemed to break the dam he’d built to hold himself back. Inside, I could feel the pulse of his release, mimicked by his moans as he came. Heat and satisfaction flooded down my spine and settled in my belly.
He stilled. We remained like that for a long moment, our hurried breathing the only communication between us, telling the other how deep the pleasure had been. He pulled out slowly, but didn’t release his hold on me. Instead I found myself pulled up against his chest, his lips beside my ear.
“Are you okay?”
I was a hell of a lot better than okay, but words didn’t come easy. “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you dizzy?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer. He scooped me up into his arms and walked to the bed, taking a knee so he could set me down on the sheets. What was the expression on his face? I put my palm on his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“That was too much. We should have talked about all of that beforehand. I put a lot on you.”
His expression—this was guilt? It didn’t fit him.
“Hey, I’m okay.” I yanked him down into a kiss. “God, that orgasm. I’m still shaking.”
He crawled onto the bed beside me and wrapped me in his arms. A powerful emotion swept through—I wanted to cry at how good it felt. His hand smoothed up and down my arm, a reassuring gesture. I tucked myself beside him, snuggling close. The beat of his heart was hypnotic and if I wasn’t careful, it would lull me to sleep.
“Can I get you anything?” His quiet voice made my eyes flutter open.
“Anxious to get out of bed?”
The arms that were banded around me squeezed. “No. Not in a million years, baby girl.”
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SEVENTEEN
JOSEPH
Fuck no, I didn’t want to leave this bed. I was tired and Noemi might experience sub drop after the out of control scene I’d just put her through. But the biggest reason? I didn’t fucking want to let go of her. It was unnerving how strong the desire to hold her was.
Part of my responsi
bility was taking care of her. Whatever she wanted, after what I’d done. I’d drive my Porsche through a blizzard to get her mint chocolate chip ice cream if that was what she asked for. My lack of control had crossed over from annoying to downright dangerous. We never discussed a safe word or boundaries. I never asked her hard limits. What if she had asthma or some other medical condition I didn’t know about? I was fucking lucky I hadn’t hurt her, and my stomach turned at the thought.
Her soft hair smelled like coconut, and her skin like vanilla. The combination made me weak. I ripped my gaze away from her and evaluated the room instead. Our smears were on the floor-length mirror from where she’d braced herself with her arms. Watching the belt choke her while I fucked her from behind was scorching hot. I’d remember it forever. How she’d looked when the orgasm took her.