Buttons and Shame (Buttons 4)

The question was so insulting I didn’t answer.

“Or anyone else?”

Again, I was silent.

“So I’m the only one?”

I wasn’t going to lie and pretend I didn’t come every time we had sex. As much as I tried to hide, it was always obvious. Even if I could keep quiet, he felt my body tighten around him as the emotion swept me away. “You know the answer.”

“I want to hear you say it anyway.”

“To boost your ego?”

“No. Just so I know for sure. Honestly, I didn’t care about making you feel good until I finally got my hands on you. Once I touched you, I wanted you to feel what I felt. There’s something about you…you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.”

The last thing I should do was blush, but that’s what I did. The words were sweet, even if they weren’t meant that way. “I’ve been beaten and raped—”

“That’s not what I see. I see a gorgeous woman with the softest lips in the world. I see my ultimate fantasy. I never think about what came before me. I only think about you.”

I lost my appetite altogether when I listened to his confession. He wanted me for my body, but he wasn’t sleazy about it. He made me feel beautiful, made me feel adored. With Tristan, I felt like a body with four limbs—nothing more.

Cane pulled my answer from my lips without repeating the question. “You’re the only man I’ve ever enjoyed. I didn’t think I could enjoy sex after everything Tristan put me through…but I like it with you.” I averted my gaze once I felt the embarrassment creep into my veins. I confessed that I enjoyed having sex with a man who traded me for a deal. There was something seriously wrong with me.

“What do you like the most?” He pried further, wanting details I’d never considered.

“I like it when you kiss me…” I’d never been kissed the way before. He could make me come from that alone.

The corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “I’ve never been a big kisser, but I really like kissing you. I noticed it right away.”

“What do you like the most about me?” What was it about me that he desired so much? Was it my chest? Was it my ass? Tristan preferred my ass because he usually took me from behind.

“I like your neck.”

I stared at him blankly, surprised by that answer.

“It’s so slender and soft. I love kissing the hollow of your throat, feeling your pulse against my lips. I love the curve of your face, the way your cheeks highlight your pretty eyes. I like your lips…I like your hair. When I’m inside you, you make this face…it’s so sexy. When I saw you in that airport, my gut told me to do something because I’d never seen another woman like you.”

My lips parted slightly, and I felt my breathing increase. I suddenly felt hot all over, my body aching for those lips to drag across my neck. I wanted to make the face he described, to be exactly what he described. “What were you trying to do that day?” He took me as a slave for thirty-one days. He didn’t seem like the type of man who went on dates.

“Honestly, I don’t know… I guess I would have asked you out.”

“You don’t seem like the kind of guy who asks for a date.”

“I’m not.”

“But you would have asked me?”

He shrugged. “We’ll never know because you didn’t speak to me.”

“I couldn’t…”

“It all made sense when I saw you at Tristan’s.”

If I hadn’t been trafficked that afternoon, how different would my life have been? If Cane made a pass at me at the airport, would I have said yes? Would we have dated and had amazing sex?

Cane stared at me, and I wondered if he was having the same thoughts.

After our conversation, only one thing was on my mind. My pussy ached for his large cock, and my nails wanted to dig into his powerful physique. I wanted those soft lips all over my body, worshiping me.

Cane’s eyes darkened like he was thinking the same thing.

I set the tray at the end of the bed before I straddled his hips. I was just in his t-shirt with no panties, so I was ready to go.

Cane lay back against the pillows and gripped my hips, a feral look in his eyes. His cock was instantly hard underneath me, thick and long and ready to enter my tightness. He squeezed my hips then my ass.

I pulled down his sweatpants and boxers until his cock was free. It was already oozing at the tip, ready to move inside me. I positioned him at my entrance and slowly sheathed him, aware that I’d never done anything like this before. Tristan always took control of the situation, and Cane usually did the same. I’d never climbed on top of a man and taken charge like this.