He hummed. “Lose the attitude for a minute, Lola. Listen to what I see—possibly the most entrancing woman I’ve ever encountered, folded over my bed with her sweet pussy displayed. Just for me.”
Her body thrilled with his words. Even blindfolded, Lola had to shut her eyes. Her heels propped her ass in the air, and her black hair would be messy from Beau’s tie. Without stockings, her legs would be long and white. Her body rose and fell faster on the mattress with each breath.
“The burn of quality alcohol in my throat,” he continued, “while I think of what I want to do to you next. I didn’t plan this part. If I’d let myself think of having you in this room again, I would’ve shown up at your front door and dragged you back here.”
Beau’s deep voice pushed its way into her. She gyrated her hips a little against the lip of the bed, trying to hit the right spot. He had that kind of control over her, even without touching her.
“I’m hard for you. I want to be inside you. But right now I need a moment to memorize the way your hands are clenching the sheets. Your red lips parting with each gasp. So fucking sue me. If this is my last night with you, I’m going to appreciate it.”
She practically writhed on the mattress. “You’re screwing with me, and it’s working,” she said. “I don’t care. Am I supposed to admit I want you? I do. I’m ready.”
His footsteps made little noise on the carpet, but she knew he was coming. There was a sudden, wet heaviness on her lower back. “Do not spill my drink,” he said. “I’m taking off my belt.”
She forced herself to keep from squirming.
“Now the rest of my clothes,” he said. “My cock’s reaching for you like you’re food and it’s been starving for months.”
She turned her head so her other cheek pressed into the mattress. She was getting uncomfortably warm. She squeezed her eyes shut behind the blindfold.
He thumbed her cheeks apart, then her lips, opening her for him. Without her vision, she never knew where his fingers would probe her next, heightening her anticipation.
“You weren’t lying about being ready.” His crown collected her wetness, sliding up and down. “God, Lola. I must’ve sold my soul at some point for something this good.”
Unable to take what she wanted, she was stunted but growing feisty. All she had were her words. “You think even the devil would have you?”
“He already does. He’s got me.”
“And you have me,” Lola said. “You’re my devil.”
He thrust inside her all at once. She made a noise between a yelp and a moan as whiskey sloshed onto her back. Beau removed the glass and lapped up the liquid, his tongue slick and slippery, leaving
goose bumps along her spine. “Whiskey and Lola,” he said against her skin. “My new favorite flavor.”
“You’re going too slow,” she said.
He dropped all of his weight on her back, sinking her body into the mattress. “How do you want me? Faster?” he whispered in her ear, picking up his pace. “Harder?”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes to everything.”
He slid his hand under her neck and lifted her head backward as he gave her what she wanted. “Waiting for you to come back was torture,” he said while he fucked her. “Does that make you happy? Knowing how hard it’s been for me?”
“No.”
“Liar. You like to watch me suffer. Tell me I’ve owned you too.”
He would never stop. He wanted more and more. She’d known this about him from the start—he was driven. Ambitious. Strong. She hadn’t realized how it might be to have him go after her with all of that. She hadn’t realized how much she’d want to give in. She bit her lip. “I’m the one who suffers.”
“How?”
“I can’t have what I want.”
“What do—”
“You.”
“I’m here, Lola. Right here.”
She grit her teeth. Nothing mattered outside that moment. She could take what she wanted, and nobody would ever know but them. “You’ve owned me. Not just my body.”
“How else?”
She was barely able to focus, but she still knew the things she could never say. I could love you. If you don’t stop, you’ll own my heart too. “I don’t want to leave you,” she said, her voice pitching.
“If I never untie you, you’ll have no choice.” He stopped moving. “Is that what you want? Me to take away your choice so you feel no guilt?”
“No,” she said. “I don’t know. Don’t stop. Please.”
“Tell me how you belong to me.”
“I can’t. You know what’s true. Don’t make me say it.”
With one hard thrust, he was pounding into her again. “Then tell me what’s mine.”
“My pussy is yours.”
“Bon petit chatte,” he groaned. “Keep talking.”
“I don’t want to say goodbye. I don’t want to leave.”
He pulled on her hair as she buried her head in the bed. The comforter muted her cries when her orgasm broke her apart from the inside, leaving her a shivering mess beneath him.
He didn’t slow his rhythm. He took what he needed, hard, unrelenting, still pulling her hair, sucking on her earlobe, whispering almost inaudibly in her ear until he came too.
He didn’t move off her for some time. Her breaths were soft whimpers. He removed the blindfold, but Lola’s eyes were closed anyway. She sighed, only lifting her head when Beau pulled out. The white bedspread was smeared red from her lipstick.
10
Lola lay comfortably on her stomach while Beau propped himself up on one elbow next to her. He caressed her everywhere, from the marks on her thighs the ties had left behind up to her neck and shoulders.
She focused on Beau’s touch on her skin to avoid feeling him anywhere else. It was as if he was inside her now—for good. He’d been fighting his way in, prying her open with words and caresses. She had no defenses when his only goal was her submission.
“You feel good,” she whispered.
“You keep saying that. I’m afraid I’ll get used to it.”
She smiled and turned her head on the bed so she faced him. They looked at each other a moment. “About what I said—”
“Don’t.”
She closed her eyes. “Obviously I can’t stay. I didn’t mean it.”
He cleared the hair from her face and then resumed stroking her back. “I know. Just don’t leave me yet.”
She shook her head. “I’m here. But if you don’t keep talking, I might fall asleep.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“Anything. Whatever’s on your mind.”
“All right. Do you worry about getting pregnant?”