Play Me Right (Play Me 5)

I slap her ass one more time and she gasps in surprise, cries out. “Have you ever done this before?” I demand, using every ounce of strength I have to keep from thrusting inside her as she so obviously wants.

Her only answer is a soft, keening cry.

“Answer me, Aria. Has anyone ever done this to you before?”

“No,” she cries out. “No, no, no.” She’s thrashing against the chair now, her body all but undulating with need.

“Do you want—”

“Yes! Fuck, yes. Sebastian, please. Do it. I need you. I need—”

She’s all but sobbing now and it’s the last straw. The last dregs of my trepidation go out the window as I remember the state she was in the last time I made love to her. The way she looked. The way she sounded. It wasn’t much different from how she is now and there’s no way I’m going to go down that road again. No way I’m going to use her need—or her feelings for me—against her again.

Clenching my teeth, praying that my self-control is still as good as I think it is, I slide inside her. Slowly, slowly, slowly. My whole body is tuned to hers, my every thought concentrated on not hurting her. On making this good for her.

I’m buried about halfway inside her when she cries out, and I stop instantly. “You okay, love?” I ask softly.

“Yes,” she whispers, but when she turns her head I can see the tears in her eyes, see the streaks they’ve left on her cheeks.

The sight freezes my blood, and I start to pull back. But Aria cries out, “No! Please,” even as she thrusts her hips back against me.

And then it’s done. I’m buried deep inside her, seated up to the hilt, and nothing has ever felt so good. I’m right back on the edge of control, she’s lost any control she ever had, and still it feels perfect. Even better, it feels right.

And that’s when it hits me, what I wanted to teach Aria all along but what I had never internalized myself. Control doesn’t have to be about power any more than losing control has to be about weakness.

Making love to Aria takes me right to the brink of my control every time, and then hurtles me straight into the abyss on the other side. But loving Aria, being loved by her, makes me feel stronger, more in control, than I’ve ever been. She’s the security I’ve been searching for all along.

Overwhelmed both by the pleasure slamming through me and the thoughts circling in my head, I lower my forehead to her back and take a few deep breaths. The need to come is urgent inside me, but even more urgent is the need to claim Aria, to make her mine once and for all.

With that thought in mind, I press kisses up and down her spine even as I begin to move gently inside of her. I pause every few seconds to suck a new bruise into her shoulder or her back or the side of her breast, relishing the feel of her heat around my cock, her soft skin under my lips.

Aria takes the gentleness as long as she can—even soaks it up like the parched earth soaks up rain—but just as my restraint gets the best of me and a bead of sweat rolls between my shoulder blades, she convulses beneath me, cries, “Please, Sebastian. Please. I can’t—”

I slam into her then, pulling her hips up and back so that I can ride her hard and fast. At first I’m worried about hurting her, but the way she’s trembling and begging for me alleviates even that worry.

Sliding one hand beneath her, I circle my thumb around her clit even as I continue to pound into her ass. She’s crying out with every thrust now, her breath broken, her body all but shaking apart. And still it’s not enough. Still I want more—from her, for her. More and more and more until there really is no ending, really is no beginning. Until there’s just her and me and the need that rages between us like a forest fire.

“Sebastian.” She calls my name as she shudders and arches beneath me.

“Sebastian.” She’s pleading, her strong, slender body clutching at me, trying to hold me deep inside.

“Sebastian!” She’s whimpering now and it’s enough. It’s more than enough. It’s everything.

With a pinch of her clit and a slam of my hips, I send her hurtling over the edge. She screams my name as she shatters, and then I’m coming too, my body shaking as I empty everything I have—everything I am—deep inside of her.

Chapter Six

Aria

I can’t stop shaking. Even after it’s done, even after Sebastian has pulled out and untied my hands and cleaned me up, I can’t stop trembling. How can I, when what happens next will determine everything—including whether Sebastian will forgive me for lying to him or if he’ll never want to see me again.

There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to tell him, that wants to keep quiet and just revel in what it feels like to be made love to so thoroughly, so completely. But he’s opened up to me, trusted me with his deepest secrets and most horrible wounds. How can I do any less?

And yet, when it’s time—when I’m dressed again and Sebastian is waiting for me to speak—I can’t believe how nervous I am. How the words wrap themselves around my tongue, tying me in knots when I spent most of yesterday afternoon and all of last night thinking about what I’m going to say to him. Thinking about how on earth I’m supposed to explain something I don’t really understand myself.

And while I came up with three different plans last night, the truth is the best one is often the simplest. And with the orgasm he just gave me still turning my knees—and my brain—to mush, simple seems the best choice all the way around. Too bad I can’t think of how to start.

But then, Sebastian seems to know that. He always seems to know. He reaches for my hand, strokes his thumb reassuringly across my wrist as he leads me over to the couch near the window. I don’t sit down—I’m too nervous. Instead, I walk to the window and look out. I’m not seeing the Strip though, not seeing the lights or the people or the crazy-ass attractions. No, I’m seeing that day a little over a week ago when Sebastian pressed me against this window and made love to me. When he introduced me to the slippery slope of control and power exchange and—