“I’m hard as hell and ready to make good on my promise to fuck your arse.”
He didn’t miss the tremor of excitement that ran through her body. When they first met, she’d hated anal sex. Now she couldn’t get enough of it.
“I want you
naked and bent over our bed, so when I walk in the room, I see your greedy arse just begging to be filled and fucked.” He gave her backside a slap. “Go.”
“With pleasure, Sir,” she murmured in that sexy fuck me voice. But instead of leaving, she pulled her dress over her head, unsnapped her bra, and dropped them both to the floor. “You know where to find me.”
And find her he did, moments later, waiting for him exactly the way he asked. Without a word, he came up behind her, went to his knees, and gave her wet slit a long lick. He’d caught her off guard; she jumped and gave a cute little yelp.
“Couldn’t wait to taste this pussy,” he said against her skin. “Been thinking about it all day. How wet it’d be for me.” He gave it another lick. “How sweet it’d taste. Tell me, little one, do you like it better when I eat you out or fuck your arse?”
She gasped for breath as he licked her again, because this time he wiggled his tongue part of the way inside. “I don’t know how you think I can decide between the two, Sir.”
“Try anyway.”
He didn’t let up, he kept licking her and licking her and when he licked her clit, she screamed, “Oh my God.”
He slapped her backside. “Tell me.”
“I’ll go with anal sex, Sir.” She squealed and rose up on her toes at the slap he gave her clit.
“Why?”
“Damn it all, are you serious? How am I supposed to think with you doing that?”
“Do it or I stop.” He didn’t start again until she took a deep breath and spoke.
“Because when you take me that way—”
“Say it, Sasha.”
“Because when you fuck my ass, it’s raw and primal and taboo and it’s somehow more intimate.” She shuddered as he resumed tasting her. “It’s like you’re claiming me over and over. I never feel more submissive than I do then.”
She was right on the edge of climax, exactly where he wanted her. He pulled back and rubbed her backside. “Very good. See how easy that was?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied in an almost whine.
“I think it’s time I took this plug out so I can claim you again, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He gently pulled the plug out and set it aside to clean later. He was so hard after spanking her and watching her at tea, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He prepared her with the lube he had waiting and stroked some on his cock.
He started the long, sweet push inside her. “You may come when you wish.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said in a tight voice.
She knew what to do in order to make taking him easier and he felt her body relax and the slight push back as she took him inside. He watched as his cock worked its way in.
“Fuck, I wish you could see this.” He reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. “Your hot arse swallowing my dick whole. It’s all I can do not to pound you into that bed.”
Her breathing grew choppy and he kept up the wicked whispers while he worked her clit with one hand and worked his cock up her ass with the other. She came hard, pushing back toward him, as if she was desperate to have more of him inside her.
He couldn’t hold back anymore and he grabbed her hips hard, holding her still as he released into her. It was only when he looked down that he realized exactly how hard he’d been holding her.
He pulled out and lifted her all the way onto the bed to rest while he went into the bathroom for a warm rag. She hadn’t moved when he returned, so he cleaned them both and then joined her, pulling her into his embrace.
“I was a bit rough,” he said as she snuggled closer. “You may have bruises on your hips.”
Her voice was heavy with sleep when she answered. “That’s good.”
“It is?”
“Mmm, I like having your marks on me.”
He couldn’t ask her anything else because within seconds she was snoring softly. He kissed her forehead and decided to rest a bit himself. His eyes closed and he drifted into sleep with the feel of her breath hot against his chest and her fingers entwined with his.
Chapter Seven
The following morning, the men went off together to the town pub, leaving the ladies time to talk. The three of them discussed going somewhere, but they eventually decided they’d rather stay at the estate and do some exploring.
Though they planned to hit the attic, they ended up lingering over the breakfast Daniel had made.
Sasha took a bite of the eggs Benedict and hummed in pleasure. “I love, love, love eggs Benedict. This is delicious. I’ll have to thank Daniel again. It’s almost good enough to make me want to cook.”
The only thing she ever made in the kitchen was coffee. Fortunately, due to the time he spent in remote locations for work, Cole handled meals just fine.
“You know,” Abby said, “if you’re ever interested in learning to cook, I have a few easy recipes I could show you.”
“I did the easy thing once before on Julie’s recommendation. I spent three hours peeling and dicing carrots.” She shot her best friend an evil look. “I almost lost a thumb and my fingers were orange for days.”
Julie rolled her eyes. “Oh my God. Drama much? Maybe next time it would be a good idea to read the recipe before ordering the meal kit online?”
“I did. It said ‘Easy to prepare. Ready to eat in 30 minutes.’”
“Obviously they meant for someone who knew how to boil water.”
“I know how to boil water: in the microwave.”
“You’re worthless.”
“Only when it comes to cooking. I’m brilliant at everything else.”
“You also have a big head.”
“As one who is brilliant at everything other than cooking rightfully would.”
Julie flipped her off.
Abby shook her head. “Your shop must never be boring with you two in it.”
“It’s boring as hell. Julie put a no-kinky-sex-talk rule in place.”
“For all the good it does.” Julie huffed.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Sasha said. “I’ll never mention sex in the shop again if you can tell me, honestly, that you and Daniel have never had a quickie there.”
“Honey. Trust me.” Julie placed her hand on top of Sasha’s. “There was nothing quick about it.”
They were still laughing when the doorbell rang, minutes later.
Abby looked over to Sasha. “Are you expecting someone?”
“No, and Cole didn’t mention anything, either.” She pushed back from the table. “I’ll go see who it is.”
Julie and Abby followed her to the front door. This was something she didn’t like about the house, she decided. There wasn’t a way to see who was at the door unless you went upstairs or into another room.
She pulled it open and found a smiling Mary Catherine on the other side.
Or course, that smile disappeared quickly once she saw Sasha. “Oh,” she said. “It’s you. Is Cole around?” She craned her neck as if Sasha was hiding him behind her back.