“Do I?” There’s a note of steel in her voice. “All I know is that I fucked up. I put my friends in danger, lied about it, and have begun to face the consequences.” She draws in a deep breath. “I’m not dumb enough to think that’s it, that I’ve paid for what I’ve done. I know you were only trying to get the truth out of me.”
“Aye.”
“And so no, I don’t know that you want me. All I know is that for whatever reason, you’ve decided to keep me here. Under your roof. That you brought me into town to see the doctor.” Her voice softens. “That you carried me back up to your family’s house after I injured myself.” She sighs. “I don’t know if you want me or not. I do know that we’re alone in a secluded chalet deep in the mountains. I know that if we fucked, no one would ever have to know.”
I chuck a finger under her chin.
“You’re so fucking turned on you can’t see straight, aren’t you?”
She moans. “You have no fucking idea.”
I grab her good hand—so small, so soft, it’s dwarfed in mine, and slide it between my legs. I groan when she squeezes, and her eyes light up.
She laughs softly to herself. “Why, Tate Cowen… I do believe you’re turned on yourself. I thought so but figured either you have more self-control than I gave you credit for, or it was only my imagination."
“Not your imagination,” I manage to say, stifling another groan when she strokes me straight through my trousers. I feel like a bloody teen. All she has to do is keep doing exactly what she’s doing, and I’ll lose it right here, fully clothed, beside her.
I move her hand away. I’ve got too much pride for that. When I come, it will be with the walls of her pussy clenching me, her sweat-slicked body submitted to mine.
But it doesn’t mean I can’t touch her.
It doesn't mean I can't make her climax.
After I punished her, she’s wet and ready, and this could be exactly what we need to draw closer. For her to trust me.
I need to see her head thrown back in ecstasy. I need to see the way her breath catches when she’s writhing in pleasure. I need to see all of her, split wide open and relishing every second of pleasure.
“Hands by your sides,” I say softly, but with enough conviction in my tone she better believe I mean it.
Slowly, her eyes on mine, she obeys. With her hands by her sides, her breasts are perkier, bared and gorgeous.
I bend to her and kiss the valley between her breasts, first one side, then the other. She’s warm and soft, and I love the little moans she emits the closer I get to her hardened nipples.
While I kiss my way across her breasts, I bring one hand between her legs and gently stroke. She sighs, and her eyelids flutter closed.
“If you move your hands, I’ll punish you. You’ll feel my belt again, and this time I won’t take it easy on you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I understand.”
“Good. Then lie there and take this, babygirl.”
She likes that, I know she does, by the way her lips curve upward in a smile, even with her eyes still closed.
I lap at one nipple, then the other, as I stroke and fondle her until her back arches.
“Tate,” she whispers, her voice strangled. She moves her hips as I finger her, arching into me, then back again, and my movements become faster, more hurried.
“That’s a girl,” I whisper in her ear. “I want to see you come, love. Let yourself go. Feel.”
I suckle her nipple and stroke her again until she stops breathing, giving a strangled cry, and I imagine what she’d look like when ecstasy comes.
Christ.
Gorgeous.
Seeing Fran in the throes of ecstasy… I need that in my life.
She does nothing half-hearted, and I imagine that includes climaxing.
I could almost see the way her head would fall back, the way she’d scream with pleasure, not even trying to be quieter. She’d yell my name and call to heaven, saying her final prayers, as I wrung every ounce of pleasure from her body.
It’s killing me not to fuck her. Killing me. I want to feel her wrapped around me and join my pleasure to hers.
But I can’t. Not now. Maybe not ever.
So I’ll take this. All of it. Her submission, her beauty. And this… right here… her absolute trust in me, the way she loves every moment without reserve, it’s goddamn beautiful.
She trusts me. Even after I punished her. Even after I’ve taken her.
She trusts me.
And that’s the best fucking gift anyone’s ever given me.
But she’s right.
We aren’t through yet.
Chapter 10
Fran
I've never had an orgy.
I've never had a threesome.
I've honestly only ever been with a handful of guys, and they were really, really bad in bed.