Beneath This Man (This Man 2)

‘Oh, God.’ I moan, my head falling back, the towel dropped in favour of Jesse’s shoulders.

He takes advantage of the access to my neck and bends, pressing his lips to the centre of my throat, licking a firm, wet stroke all of the way up to my chin, his fingers sweeping big punishing circles inside me, stretching me. He’s preparing me for him.

‘I’m going to f**k you until you scream, Ava.’ His husky voice is playing havoc with my desperation for him. I have every faith he will. He seems so angry, and I’m not sure whether I should be afraid. Wouldn’t a reminder f**k remedy this little situation?

He yanks my face down to meet his eyes. He’s in control, but so frenzied too. I don’t know what to make of it. The only thing I seem to be able to concentrate on is the wildfire spreading throughout my body and slamming straight between my thighs on a powerful, determined thud.

‘Go and kneel on the end of the bed. Face the headboard.’ He throws his order at me, and I follow through immediately, taking myself to the bed, kneeling and resting my backside on my heels.

What has he got planned?

I feel his chest press up against my back and he reaches in front of me, clasping my hands and flattening my palms. Then he guides them to my br**sts and circles my palms over my ni**les so they lightly skim the tips, the burning friction having me pushing my br**sts forward to get better contact, but he just tusks me and pulls my hands further away. I protest with a disjointed cry.

He pushes his mouth to my ear. ‘Do you trust me?’ he asks.

The question throws me. Of course I do. More than anyone. ‘With my life.’ I confirm.

I hear him growl in approval. ‘Have you ever been handcuffed, Ava?’

What?

Before I have a chance to register what is happening, my arms are yanked behind my back and a pair of handcuffs are snapped over my wrists. Where the f**k did they come from? I jiggle my wrists, hearing the metal clank.

‘Keep your arms still, Ava.’ he chastises me, letting my hands rest at the top of my bum.

Oh, Jesus f**king Christ!

I’ve never mentally swore so much. This is so unexpected and has just blown my truth f**k right out of the f**king water! He’s never used play things before. I do and I don’t want to stop this, but I can’t seem to utter the words.

I still myself and try my hardest to relax my arms, while I consider whether he’s done this before. I inwardly laugh. Of course he has, you stupid woman. Why didn’t I see this coming?

He leans into me. ‘Good girl.’ He pulls my pins out of my hair and runs his hands through my long waves, spreading them across my bare back.

I shiver and try to steady my erratic breathing. It’s no good. My heart is sprinting in my chest and nothing is going to slow it down. This is unknown territory to me. I have never, not for a minute, allowed myself to consider the prospect of being trussed up, defenseless and at a man’s mercy. This is ironic really. I’m at Jesse’s mercy with or without handcuffs.

He drags his fingertip slowly down the column of my spine to my arse, and then down the centre crease of my bum. Oh heck. Is that where we’re heading? I enjoyed it last time, but I wasn’t handcuffed then.

I feel his arm wrap around my lower stomach and then his other hand press into my back. ‘Down you go.’ he says softy as he eases me down to the mattress. I’m face planted on the mattress at the end on the bed with Jesse stood behind me. I’m completely exposed and vulnerable.

‘Do you realise how f**king amazing you look like this?’ His tone is full of approval, but I’ll take his word for it. This really is not me. But still, I can’t stop it. ‘I’m not going to take your arse.’ He drops a kiss at the small of my back and then I feel his solid c**k skim my raw, damp flesh. A surge of relief flies through me. I don’t think I could have handled that on top of the handcuffs.

And then he is pushing at my opening.

He grips my hips harshly, making me jerk. ‘Don’t move.’ he grits through a clenched jaw, and I force myself to still. I feel him enter me, and I instinctively tense around his lush invasion. I start panting. ‘You want it all the way?’ His voice is low and dark. I don’t recognise it, but I’m desperate for full penetration.

‘Yes.’ I splutter. Oh God, help me.

He withdraws his half submerged arousal, and I moan at the loss of fullness. I need all of him. I push myself back impulsively and then feel the sharp thrash of his hand across my backside.

‘Fuck!’ I scream. The sting radiates across my cheek and my shoulders tense against the bed. What the hell?

He pushes into me but only halfway again. ‘Mouth,’ he spits. ‘Don’t move!’

I start gasping as the sting mingles with the delicious semi-invasion. ‘Jesse!’ I plead.

‘I know.’ He skates his palm across my cheek as he withdraws again, and I clench my eyes shut, willing my body to relent to my brains instructions to relax.

‘I can’t do this.’ I whimper into the mattress as I pull at the handcuffs. It’s too much and it’s come out of the blue. Or has it? Oh, I don’t know. I know his business, I know he can be animalistic during sex and I love that, but he can also be romantic, gentle and loving. Is this the next level?

‘You can do it, Ava. Remember who you’re with.’ He powers forward, slamming into me and knocking every ounce of breath from my lungs.

I scream, my throat instantly hoarse.

He pulls out slowly and controlled. ‘What did I say you would do, Ava?’ he asks on a grunt, slamming back into me again.