He flexes his shoulders and finds a harder, deeper rhythm.
“What do you like about me?” His teeth nip my cheek. “Is it the money?” he purrs, his words punctuated by the hard thrusts of his cock. “Are you greedy, Cleo?”
I gasp, “Yes.”
He kisses my lips tenderly, then sucks my neck so hard I moan. “Is it my body? My cock?”
“Your cock.”
It’s stretching me so wide, I’m gasping.
“It’s because I make you come so hard. I can feel you squirt around me. I’m going to have to change the sheets.”
My clit is throbbing. He shifts his weight, forcing himself deeper, so I feel... so full.
“Keep your eyes shut, Cleo. You’re going to take what I give you. Keep on crying out. I like your little noises. I like shocking you.”
His hands slide off my shoulders, and he punches in with so much force, I jerk against my binds.
He drops his head down, so I can only see the crown of it—gold-blond.
I feel his body curve slightly over mine. His knees dig into the mattress. His hands bare down against the sheets. Inside my softness, his cock gouges—making me feel empty and then full, empty and then bursting, empty and then—
He groans, a rough, dry sound, and I don’t know what happens. I just... burst. I come so hard, my muscles burn. I come so hard, I feel the ropes bite.
I’m crying out and then he is. Just a husky bark, and then his warmth is pulsing in me. I squeeze my eyes shut. Squeeze my legs shut.
He’s still in me.
“Oh God...”
Then he’s pulling out. He’s getting off the bed. There’s a whisper of fabric as he pulls his pants back up. I feel the mattress shift, but can’t tell where he went. My eyes are shut. My heart is beating so hard I feel strung out. Like he shot this lust into my veins. Tears drip from the corners of my eyes. Damnit, I feel... raw—and used.
I am his whore.
I listen to my blood roar in my ears and try to regulate m
y breathing while I wait for guilt to come, for shame.
I’m still waiting when I feel his weight indent the mattress. I peek my eyes open. As I peer into his handsome face, my chest heats. It’s such a rush, it knocks my mind clean.
I like this, I realize. I like what we’re doing here. The way he talks to me. It’s dirty... but I crave it. More.
My mouth is already opening to goad him when I see what’s in his hand: a LELO Ina.
His eyes, on mine, are wiser than I wish. He sees how wide he’s cracked me open. And what’s worse? He doesn’t seem smug or excited. He just... looks at me. For one searching moment, his eyes hold mine. Saying... what? Intention curves through me, but I can’t tell what kind.
Then he tugs his gaze down my belly. He scoots closer to me, settling between my legs. He stretches me open with two fingers and pushes the dildo into my swollen cunt. My eyes close in consent, so I can only feel his fingers position the clit piece. Vibrations sluice through me, forcing me to move my hips.
He pushes it deeper, and my mouth waters.
It starts to thrust. It’s thrusting on its own—and I can’t...”Oh!” Oh God! My muscles spasm.
“Hold on to it.” His eyes are round and blue. “You’re so damn slick. I’d hate to see it work its way out before you get the chance to come again.”
He disappears for years or minutes. I try to clench the dildo inside me, and all the while, I want to push against it, urging its width deeper.
When he comes back, I’m curled slightly on my side, losing the battle. Only the smooth, round tip is still inside me, pulling at my tender folds. The tiny wand over my clit has slipped away, so I have to thrust my hips to feel its vibrations. Every thrust works the thick wand a little farther out of me. I’m panting like an animal.