Chasing Temptation (Chasing Love 2)

“Your skin is so perfect. Ivory. I can see my handprint…” He traced up, down, up, as if outlining the fingers of the mark. “It’s pink and hot. But does it make you hot?” He grabbed her hair in his fist. “Or does it make you scared?”

“Not scared,” she said. “I want more.”

He released her and palmed her ass. Then another smack came, then another. She clenched her teeth. Hard and rough, just like he’d promised, and it made her crazed. She’d never known things like this could feel good, but being bent, literally, to his will was beyond thrilling, it was overwhelming.

Her ass was on fire, her skin buzzing. She wiggled a little, realizing that yes, she was wet. Just the spanking made her body ready and hot, and it was all for him. Something he must have realized, because she felt his mouth kiss along the marks he’d left.

“You constantly challenge me, say things to get me worked up.” He bit her cheek, then sucked, causing her to moan. “You wanted sex? Passion? To be taught and have experiences?”

A loud rip ran through the air as he tore her panties clean off. She tried to keep quiet, because she wanted him to keep going.

He grabbed her hands and brought them behind her back. Her breasts and the side of her face pressed into the table as he fastened the tattered fabric of her panties around her wrists, binding them behind her.

She wanted to ask what he was doing. Ask for him to finally take her. But she was scared that if she spoke, he’d stop. So she arched her back and heard the unclasping of a belt and clothes hit the floor. His clothes.

He was getting naked? She tried to look behind her, but he smacked her ass again.

“You stay where I put you.”

“I just want to see you.” She wiggled her wrists. “Touch you.”

“This is my time. I told you I like control.

I’m going to fuck you. I’ll let you know when you can touch me.”

She bit her lip. Something about his low, raspy voice made everything in her body respond. She liked him this way. Raw and fierce. Here was the man he kept hidden, and he was going to share that with her.

And she wanted to be the woman that could handle it. Not just for him, but for herself. All the time she was struggling to find who she was, show people she was more, yet he treated her like she already was more. Treated her like she was strong.

She loved the idea of being taken over by him. Being his. Giving up the competition, challenging him but letting him win her however he wanted. There was something freeing and sexy and strengthening about that. And she wanted all of him.

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Okay?” he said, mimicking her words. “Going to listen to me now?”

“Yes, sir,” she said quickly.

What sounded like an approving groan broke through the air. “You want to touch me?”

“Yes, so much.”

He pressed against her. She felt his powerful thighs hit the back of hers, his hips dig into her ass. Then she felt his hard, heavy cock rest in her bound palms at the small of her back.

“Oh…my…”

“Where’s that mouth of yours? Don’t tell me this—” he thrust against her, the velvety steel running along her palms “—is all it takes to bring you to heel.”

She swallowed hard. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him, and man was he big. A flare of shock hit her. It had been so long since she had sex, and it had only been once. Could she and Sebastian even fit together?

“Say the word, Penny. You scared? Want me to stop?”

That was that moment her future hung on.

She replayed what he’d told her about himself. Trust. She had to trust him, and he had to trust her. She definitely wasn’t ready to give up. Hell, they’d barely started. But she had to trust that they’d fit, that he’d make it work. He was the experienced one. People had sex all the time. Surely this would work.

Deep breath.

She’d trust him to make it work.