Resist

“Yes,” I whisper. I close my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest as he takes my hands and lifts them above my head. I whimper as my wrists are locked into place. I tug against the restraints and get nowhere. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to relax.

I can just make out his shadow in front of me. My breathing is erratic as I wait for him to begin. He’s so mysterious and closed off that I never know what he’s thinking, and that’s part of what makes him so fucking attractive.

His fingers close around the curve of my waist. I gasp, the soft tickle of his nails against my skin thrilling. Slowly, his hands slide up over my waist, under my shirt.

Not being able to see him adds a whole other level of eroticism to this experience. I feel so dirty and I like it. His hands move under the constraints of my bra. I groan as he rubs my nipples, gently at first and then harder, to the point where I feel pain. I cry out, but not because I want him to stop. I want him to continue. I need this.

He brings his hands out from under my shirt and abruptly tears it off me. I jump, but in anticipation. My body can’t wait to experience what’s next. He leans down, taking my nipple in his mouth. I gasp as his tongue curls around it while he gently bites at it.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, my body shaking. His hands move around my back, pressing against my bare skin as he moves over to the other breast, sucking softly on the nipple.

I feel him fall to his knees in front of me, his hands trailing over my skirt. My legs clench as his fingers move to the inside of my thigh. I’m so wet, and having him this close to me is only making my body react with more intensity.

He flicks aside the hem of my skirt like it has no business being there. I clench my muscles as his finger teases my entrance, the sensation almost too much. A whimper escapes me and he chuckles. He likes having this control over me, and fuck, I like it too.

“Do you want me to slide my finger inside you, Charlotte?” he asks.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Then tell me that,” he demands. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” I gasp. My body shivers as his fingers glide over my skin. God, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want him right now.

“You want what?” He growls, digging his nails into the curve of my back.

“I want your finger inside me,” I all but scream. He chuckles, his mouth moving over my thigh, the soft and gentle kisses in stark contrast to his commanding tone.

“That’s better,” he praises me. He slips a finger inside my wetness while continuing to kiss along my thigh. I groan, his touch almost unbearable. I want to push him away and drive his fingers deeper inside me at the same time.

Growling, he rests his hands on my ass as he thrusts my hips closer to his face until I can feel his warm breath up against my naked pussy. I’m so ready for him I can barely contain myself. My knees buckle as I anxiously wait for his touch. God, I’m throbbing. No guy has ever had this effect on me.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he murmurs. His lips brush against me as he speaks, his warm breath teasing me.

“Yes,” I whisper. I throw my head back as his tongue creeps inside me. His hands hold me firmly in place, and even in the dark I know his eyes are on me. He wants to see me squirm. That’s what turns him on.

He reaches up and unlocks the cuffs restraining my hands. Shaking, I lower them as they find the back of his head. My fingers move through his thick, silky hair, jolting in rhythm with the movement of his tongue. I’m on the verge of exploding and barely able to keep it together. I gasp, my body jolting as I climax.

“Oh, God!” I cry out. My body spasms as I rock back and forth. I want more but I can’t take it anymore. My hands on his chest, I for

ce him away. He chuckles and wipes his mouth as he gets to his feet.

“On the bed,” he orders, his voice husky. I take a moment to catch my breath as he turns on a lamp. The room lights up and I can see him standing next to the bed. His eyebrows raised, he’s completely naked. My eyes run over his well-defined muscles and I swallow. “Waiting for an invitation?” he asks. “Because I just gave you that.”

Blushing, I move over to the bed. My body still aches from his touch, but I get the feeling this next part is more about his needs than mine. I reach the bed and wait, my arms at my sides, my finger trailing over the soft surface of what I’m pretty sure is a silk sheet.

“On your knees,” he instructs, pointing to the bed. I oblige, climbing onto the mattress as he positions himself behind me. He’s already hard as fuck, and as he places himself at my entrance I can feel myself get even wetter.

I bite my lip. His authoritativeness is a huge turn-on.

He drives inside me so hard my toes curl. Gasping, I grab at the sheets, trying to maintain my balance. I wasn’t expecting such force, nor was I expecting to like it so damn much.

“I love how tight your pussy is,” he mutters. I feel his hand rest on my shoulder as he thrusts himself inside me again. Each push is harder and more urgent than the last, until he’s done. He groans, his movements slowing as he releases. He slides off the bed, leaving me confused and feeling used.

“You can go now.”

I sit up, taking the sheet with me. His voice is so cold, and even though I know I’m here for one reason only, that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with moments like this. I thought we connected tonight—well, the first part of it, anyway—but obviously it was little more than sex for him.

“Do you ever let anyone in?”