“Tell me what you think about when you finger yourself, Reese,” Kane ordered.
Now wasn’t the time to play shy or coy. Now was the time to voice my desires. To maybe fulfill some of the fantasies that continually looped around my brain. And if Kane McKenzie wanted to give me what I wanted, I wouldn’t say no, but before I opened up to him, I needed him to know this was a first for me.
“I’ve never—I’ve never done anything like this before in front of anyone. I want you to know that.” I looked up at him with pleading eyes. I wanted him to understand me.
His eyes were hard and his face impassive. “That’s not what I asked. Your past is no concern of mine. I asked you to tell me what you think about.”
Nervously, I ran a hand through my long hair. “I, um, imagine being tied up and helpless…”
“Go on.” He raised an eyebrow again and nodded.
“Having my nipples clamped and tortured.” As if they had their own will, my hands ran up my body to my breasts and cupped them through my dress.
Kane’s eyes focused on the cleavage I was squeezing under my hands. “Tell me your deepest, darkest fantasy. What makes you explode? What pushes you over the edge?”
“I can’t.” There was no way could I tell him about my depraved fantasies.
“Tell me.” The tone of his voice demanded I give him an answer.
I stared at the floor, at the ceiling and then at the walls, anywhere but at him. Flames of embarrassment rushed through my body and I could feel my nipples harden under the cloth of my dress. If I told him, perhaps one day he’d give me what I desired. He’d fulfill the one fantasy that always—always—sent me tumbling. “I sometimes imagine being fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time and squirting when I orgasm. But I don’t actually want to have sex with two men at once. I’m a one-man kind of girl. But maybe one man and a toy? I guess I just like imagining it.”
He gave me an amused smile. “Keep talking.”
I gulped down a huge breath. “I, um, like watching porn videos. The BDSM ones are my favorites. When I go to the restroom at work that’s what I think about. I’ve always dreamed about the release squirting would give me, but I don’t know how that happens, exactly.” I give a wistful sigh. “It looks heavenly.”
He prowled forward, and when he reached me, he ran his fingers through my hair and down my back. His touch shot electrical currents along my nerve endings.
“You’re not very experienced are you, pet?” he asked, whispering in my ear.
“That’s none of your business? You said my past is no concern of yours.”
“Your past, no, your experience, yes.” His fingers ran over my hips. “I don’t want to push you any further than what you’re ready for. If I’m going to own you, I have to understand everything about you.”
“Own?” I huffed out a laugh. “I’m not some kind of pet.”
He gave my hair a harsh tug, and I moaned at the slight pain.
“Oh, but you are. You’re my pet.”
He lowered his mouth, but he didn’t kiss me. He merely pressed his lips against mine. Currents of lust washed through me, and I wanted more, more, more. I wanted everything he could give.
The nearness and hardness of his body left me a gibbering, pulsating wreck. I whimpered and shuddered, and my breaths came in heaving, shallow pants. Unable to withstand the waiting any longer, I flicked my tongue over the seam of his lips. And then, he devoured me in a frenzied and soul-owning kiss.
His hands touched, groped and massaged me everywhere. My ass. My pussy. My tits. He was both gentle and demanding. Rough but tender.
Arousal dripped from between my legs and trickled down my inner thighs. No one had ever turned me on this much. Heck, I’d never turned me on this much.
My knees weakened, and I flung my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His cock jutted into my stomach, letting me know what was waiting for me. It felt rock hard and so so long.
Our whiskey-laced kiss deepened, and our tongues probed each other’s mouths with desperate, reckless strokes.
I tunneled my fingers through his hair. I wanted him. I wanted all of him, and I didn’t care about the consequences. If he wanted to own me, he had me.
Breathless, I broke away and stepped back.
“Too much for you?” He asked, advancing toward me. With every step he took, I took a step back until my butt hit the vanity.
I gave my head a vehement shake. “No, not too much. If anything, it’s not enough. This is so intense. I feel like I’m about to pass out.”