Elegant Sins (Dark Secret Society 1)

He pulled out a black collar from behind his back and my tension immediately dissipated. I knew we’d been expecting an invitation any day now since it had almost been a week since the last one—but if it was a black collar night, that meant no one but Montgomery would be touching me. Thank God.

“But they’ll be expecting a show. So, I’m going to take your ass tonight.”

He stated it so matter-of-factly. I swallowed hard and nodded. I knew there was no escaping this and as much as the idea freaked me out, the fact that it would be Montgomery and no one else… well, it was the only way I was willing to try.

His voice softened. “But I can’t stand the thought of hurting you. Which is why we’ll spend the day training you so tonight you can take me.” He lifted the egg again.

My eyes immediately widened. When I was just looking at it as an object of curiosity, that had been one thing. But now he was talking about getting that whole thing up my—

I involuntarily took a step back. “Um…”

He lifted an eyebrow and followed me. “Grace,” he said in a voice that was half teasing, half warning. “This is happening, even if I have to hold you down.”

I paused. Well, actually that sounded sorta hot. I grinned saucily at him. “You promise?”

His eyes flared with heat. “I swear it.”

And then he lunged for me, egg in hand. I screeched and tried to leap over the bed, but he caught me by my hips, landing half on top of me.

I giggled and struggled underneath him, but he put his full weight on me, easily pinning me. And God did that feel delicious. Especially when I felt a certain part of him harden. I wiggled my ass extra against him until he was groaning and grinding against me.

This was new. We didn’t play like this. But I loved it.

I rolled my ass up against his hardness. “You think you can catch this? You think you can tame this?”

His voice was low and throaty as he reached down and grabbed one of my ass cheeks, giving it a squeeze.

“I think I already own it,” he said, tossing up my nightgown and grabbing the flesh of my ass, massaging it with his large hands.

Which sent my libido into fucking overdrive. We hadn’t touched each other since the other morning, and it had been driving me crazy.

One of the pillows was on the middle of the bed, since I like to sleep with one between my legs, and it just happened to be positioned right underneath my pelvis at the moment. I ground shamelessly into it, desperate for any sort of friction as Montgomery tugged down my thong and continued massaging my ass.

And his thumbs— Oh God, his thumbs— With each massaging pass, he plunged deeper toward my forbidden place with those damned seeking thumbs of his, until he was prying me open wider than any man had ever dared.

I buried my face in the pillow, embarrassed and thrilled at the intimate things he was doing to me. He was unashamed, so I was, too. It felt filthy and forbidden and… it was turning me on like I never would have imagined.

He paused for a moment, one hand still wedged between my cheeks, and then a moment later I felt a cool, slickness on my backside. Lube. Then his fingers were pushing in even further.

Oh God, oh God, he was—

I couldn’t help crying out and thrashing my hips against the pillow when his thumbs finally breached the hole.

“Aw fuck,” he swore, sounding lust-drunk off having his fingers up my ass. “Wanna fuck you so bad, beautiful. I want this ass more than I’ve ever wanted anything on this fucking planet.”

The genteel Southern gentleman had left the building. This was my filthy-talking man.

It made me bold. I looked over my shoulder at him, clenching around his fingers in my ass. “Too bad, handsome. You can’t have me till tonight.”

If I thought he was lust-drunk before, the way his eyes blazed and glazed over with need right then—I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stick to my bluff. ‘Cause if he wanted to take me right here, right now, I wouldn’t be able to say no. My body was already primed for him.

I rocked my hips up and knew I was presenting him with a spectacular view—ass up, wide and ready for him.

For a moment we were frozen, and I thought sure he’d say to hell with it and plunge into me right there—

But the next seconds his warm, strong fingers retreated from my ass and he grinned when I whimpered at the loss.

“You’re right. Good things come to those who wait,” he whispered.

And then, before I could really get my bearings or object, cold metal had replaced his fingers. He’d lubed it, I could tell that much because it started sliding in without much problem.