Total Surrender (The Sinful 1)

If anyone satisfied her need to come, it would be him.

Feet still bare from getting out of bed this morning, he crossed the bathroom into the larger spa area in stealth mode. Her increasingly panting breaths, her beautifully flushed face, and the quickening pace of her fingers dancing across her clit told him she was close to orgasm. Finally reaching her, he bent down, dipped his hand into the clear water, and encircled her wrist with his fingers, jerking her hand away from her pussy.

Her lashes flew open, a startled squeak escaped her throat, and her body jerked upright, sloshing water over the rim of the tub and soaking the front of his jeans. Her shocked, wide-eyed gaze stared up at his face, and he knew she clearly saw his fierce, deliberately displeased expression.

“Maddux.” Her voice wavered as she uttered his name, and her cheeks pinkened even more with embarrassment at being caught in the act.

“Bella.” His tone was dark and as dominant as the urges she brought out in him, and he did nothing to soften or hide those aggressive tendencies. “Such a naughty girl,” he murmured, caressing his thumb along the rapid pulse beating in the wrist he still held. “I leave you alone for a short while, and you think it’s okay to slide your fingers into your pussy and make yourself come?”

Her tongue licked nervously across her bottom lip, which didn’t help the fact that his dick was throbbing relentlessly. “I . . . umm . . . didn’t think you’d walk in here,” she said in a rush.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he refuted with an arch of his brow. “Last I checked, this was my bathroom, my shower, and my tub. I don’t need permission to come into any of the rooms in my apartment, so don’t ever assume I won’t seek you out at any given time. You gave up your right to complete privacy when you agreed to give yourself over to me and then stepped off the elevator into my penthouse.”

Much to his surprise, her chin tipped up with the slightest show of stubborn attitude. “Okay. Good to know.”

She hadn’t argued, but the fact that her voice held just a small trace of mockery was enough to provoke him further. “Here’s another rule for you to obey while you live here,” he said, establishing who, exactly, was in control. “Your orgasms are now mine to give, when and if I feel as though you deserve them. From this moment forward, getting yourself off without my permission will be a punishable offense. If I ever catch you finger fucking yourself again without me in the room, I will tease and torment your clit until you’re begging for release, but instead of letting you come, I will keep you in orgasm denial, which, if you’re not familiar with the term for that particular kink, is called edging. Trust me, Bella, I will enjoy the punishment. You will not, so don’t test me.”

“Okay,” she said, this time in a softer, more subdued tone.

Satisfied with her acquiescence, he released her hand, stood up, and began unbuttoning his jeans. Which wasn’t an easy feat over his hard-as-steel erection. When his pants were finally open, he slid his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and briefs to shove them down his hips.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a breathless, nervous rush.

He stilled. God, she was such a paradox, which was truly one of the things that drew him to her. Bold and mouthy one moment and blushing and adorably bashful the next. “I’m in the mood for a bath,” he told her.

“Okay, I’ll leave, and you can have the bathroom to yourself,” she insisted, averting her gaze.

When she put her hands on the edge of the tub to push herself to her feet, he immediately stopped her. “No, you will stay right where you are because I’m going to join you.” The fact that she complied and sank back down into the water shot a nice little rush of sexual adrenaline through him.

“And you will watch me undress, Bella, so you see how hard you make me,” he ordered when she kept her eyes focused straight ahead and not at him. “Look at me.” His tone was low and commanding.

Shockingly enough, she didn’t defy him and turned her head. But instead of fixating her stare at the open fly of his jeans, where he wanted it to be, her eyes lifted up to his face. The corner of his mouth twitched at her impertinence, and he had to consciously tamp down the amused grin tugging at his lips.

Technically, she was looking at him, and he knew her choice to avoid his dick was a deliberate and sly decision . . . all without disobeying him. Clearly, if there was a loophole in his request, then his Bella was going to find and take advantage of it.

“Aim those eyes about three feet lower, sweetheart,” he instructed in a silky murmur. “I want you to get used to seeing and feeling the size of my cock in your hands before I decide to bury every single inch in your tight pussy or your mouth, like would have happened earlier if my brother and sister hadn’t arrived just in time.” When she didn’t immediately comply, he said, “I won’t ask you again. Look down.” He wasn’t stripping out of his jeans and briefs until he had her full attention there.

Her lips pursed, but again, she obeyed. Except, instead of a quick drop to his midsection, the minx decided to take a slow, leisurely trip downward, her gaze taking in the width of his shoulders, his defined chest, and the abs that disappeared into the waistband of his black underwear. Beneath the tight, clinging fabric of his boxer briefs, the thick length of his erection was prominently displayed, leaving no question of just how well-endowed he was.

He waited for signs of trepidation from her but saw none. If anything, curiosity and anticipation etched her features.

“Have you seen a naked man before?” Just because she hadn’t been fucked didn’t mean she hadn’t done other intimate things with a guy.

“Yes. Of course.” She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees, covering herself and making room for him at the other end of the tub. “In pictures and videos I’ve seen on the internet and Tumblr,” she admitted, which was a virtual porn haven, so yeah, he had no doubt she’d eyed a few boners.

“Good,” he said, sliding down his pants and briefs a few inches before adding in a droll tone, “So you won’t faint at the sight of my dick then.”

She huffed out a small laugh. “Doubtful. I’m a virgin, Maddux. Not a nun or a prude. Don’t be shocked, but I even have a vibrator at home that looks and feels like the real deal.”

Ahh, Jesus. He swallowed a groan, the filthy thought of her fucking a dildo and coming all over it making him hot as hell. Without any other hesitations, he shoved his jeans and underwear down his legs, and once he had them off, he tossed them onto the floor in a dry area of the bathroom before turning back to face her. “You’ll have to let me know how that vibrator compares to my dick when the time comes and you’re impaled on my cock.”

Somehow, she feigned a neutral expression as she stared at his jutting shaft. “H

mmm. I think you’re a few inches smaller, actually.”

He couldn’t hold back the deep laughter that erupted from his chest at her bluff and stroked his engorged flesh, even his big hand was barely able to grip it all. “Tell me that when I’ve got all nine thick inches stretching you full and keeping you pinned to my mattress as I fuck you so hard and deep you’ll be sore for days, Bella. I sincerely doubt your vibrator can compare to that.”

She had no sassy retort to that as he stepped into the tub opposite of where she was sitting. The water was still nice and hot thanks to the built-in heater and rose to the rim with his weight as he sank down to a comfortable reclining position.