Six Signs of Submission (Desire Island 6)

“What the…?” was all she managed.

Yet, even as she asked, the sting of the smack morphed into a strange, delicious pleasure. The anger slipped away, forgotten. She almost wanted him to do it again.

His mouth dipped once more, his lovely tongue sliding and teasing with just the right amount of pressure and stroke. Then, his mouth still on her, he slipped a finger inside her, causing her body to buck and shudder.

A low growl came from her lips, pulled from somewhere deep inside her. She tugged at her wrist restraints, thrilled with the bondage, which added a whole other sexy layer of delight to what was happening.

The pleasure mounted again, even more quickly this time. “Oh, god,” she groaned, arching up to meet him.

Another painful smack, even harder than the first, caused the pleasure to recede. But then his mouth was back, licking away the sting as he again pressed his finger into her soaking wet cunt.

Her mind short-circuited at that point, all rational thought shut down in the face of a dark, powerful lust that was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Over and over again, he brought her to the brink of orgasm, only to jerk her from the sensual pleasure with a slap of erotic pain. It began to blend, the kiss, the sting, his hands on her, his fingers inside her, the tug of the leather wrist cuffs, the rising passion, the gasping, insatiable need…

Oh, god. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. It was overwhelming. No, no, she was going to die—die of stinging, hot, delirious pleasure…

Don’t stop. Stop, stop, stop! Don’t stop. I can’t. I can’t. Oh, god. No, no, no! Yes, yes, yesss… More, more, more…

“Do it, Lainey,” she heard above the pounding of her heart. “Come for me.”

She keened, the sound high-pitched and feral, completely beyond her control. Her body was wracked with a long, powerful, shuddering orgasm that shattered her being, leaving her in pieces on the bed, sprawled and gasping, mouth agape, legs akimbo.

She became aware of Cooper hovering over her as he unclipped her cuffs from the headboard. She couldn’t quite muster the wherewithal to open her eyes. She felt the shift in the mattress as he stretched out beside her. Then his arms slid under her, turning and lifting her.

She opened her eyes as he settled her over his body so she was sitting upright, her legs straddling his hips. His shaft was hard beneath her ass. He smiled up at her, his eyes glittering with lust and pleasure.

“Put my cock inside you,” he directed. “I’m going to fuck you.”

She glanced at the nightstand where he’d left a few condoms. Reading her thoughts, he said, “I put one on while you were off in la-la land. Now, do what I told you to do.”

Though, after that astounding orgasm, she should have been completely sated, Lainey found herself hungry for more. His dark, glittering eyes, his words and commanding tone reawakened an apparently insatiable lust inside her. Eagerly, she reached for his cock. Adjusting herself over him, she guided the rock-hard shaft into her cunt. It sucked him in, the muscles clamping around him in a spasm of delicious pleasure.

He gripped her hips with strong fingers and began to move her body over his. She placed her hands flat on his chest for balance. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath his skin, which was hot to the touch, as if he had a fever.

He swiveled and thrust inside her, keeping his hands on her hips to use her body as it pleased him. All of it—his control, the pleasure of his hard cock filling her, the rub of her over-sensitized clit against his pubic bone—was like an elixir that gave her renewed energy and desire. She could not get enough of this man.

As the pleasure mounted, her eyelids closed of their own accord, her head falling back.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded in a voice throaty with lust. “Keep looking at me the whole time, no matter what happens, no matter what I do.”

She fixed her gaze on his, mesmerized by this powerful, compelling man.

He took one hand from her hip and brought it to her throat. His grip was light but firm, his primal touch at once soothing and electrifying. His eyes burned into hers as he moved beneath her. His hold on her throat tightened, the pressure sending a jolt of fear through her, even as it thrilled her to her bones.

He began to move faster, his body like a furnace beneath hers, his cock hard and perfect inside her. “Do it,” he panted, sweat now slicking his skin. “Come again, sub girl. Now.”

Lainey hadn’t thought she was close enough, but somehow, his command was enough to get her there. She let go, arching and shuddering as he moved beneath her in a long series of explosive spasms. Through it all, they kept their eyes locked.