The Seller

Anger flared in her, let loose by her lingering humiliation. She jerked away from him, turning her back as best she could. He growled under his breath, his hand latching the outside of her thigh. Pressing close against her back, he tugged the robe free, dropping it to the floor.

"You want me, you know you do. You're hurt, I understand that, but don't deny this. I want you, Naomi," he coaxed, "I'm hard. You make me hard."

She had to count to ten to stop herself from demanding he free her. The containment was too good. This wasn't about submission, it was edgier still, because if she gave in to him now, he'd know how much she fallen for him, he'd know she was well and truly his to command.

"You're so hot, so damp." His hand was between her thighs, cupped against her bare mons. "I feel your need in the palm of my hand."

She squeezed her eyes shut, silently refusing to acknowledge how right he was as his fingers sank straight into the slick wetness of her folds. Her heart raced, her body clamoring for him.

"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop, I'll let you go." He whispered the words close against her ear, his hot breath on her skin making her aware of him in every possible way.

She wanted him so badly, but she swallowed it down refusing to give in.

His fingers moved inside her. Her core clenched.

She turned her head, glancing away and caught sight of them reflected in one of the many smoky mirrors in the suite. The image of him arched over her, his hands owning her, was so primal, so bloody hot, that she bit her lip, lust making her crazy.

She couldn't resist him i

f her life depended on it.

"I'll take your silence as consent, so if you don't speak now I will fuck you."

Naomi moaned, loudly, pivoting against him. But she didn't speak.

The floor went from under her as he lifted her, holding her against him as he headed for the plush sofa in the lounge area of the suite. He put her face down over one stuffed arm of the sofa, and she had to grapple with her hands to get steady.

He splayed her legs from behind, opening her.

"Lucas," she cried, when the cool air rushed over her inflamed sex.

"Right here."

A moment later, his hand retuned to the underside of her thigh, and the hard, blunt head of his erection pressed into her from behind.

Her reactions were out of her control now.

Gasping, clutching and writing, her body pushed back onto the girth of his cock. His hands held her open as he penetrated her, stretching her, he filled her. He was in to the hilt, but he pushed again, parting her legs with his hands under her thighs, grinding deeper still.

Naomi cried out.

Pleasure rippled out from his cock, suffusing her entire body. He pulled back and then thrust again, deep and hard. Her breath caught on the rush of pleasure. Her groin was on fire, her body tightening and releasing of its own accord. Hot, electrifying friction built fast between them and she loved it, her sex clutching at him. Dizzy with sensation, she belted her arms out against the sofa.

"You're so tight, so hot, your cunt is like a fist holding my cock. It makes me crazy."

She melted into the surface of the sofa, her mouth open, her sensitive breasts jammed into the cushions, his raw words making her crazy.

He thrust harder and faster, working his way into her as he neared climax.

She could feel the head of his cock brushing her cervix, and wild strikes of lightning sensation reached her womb and beyond. Then he stroked his fingers over her anus, and she jerked. Cries of ecstasy escaped her, and she gulped them back. Her fingers clutched at the surface of the sofa and she whimpered, but her bottom tilted up, her hips moving of their own accord now, taking everything he offered, willingly.

"Oh yes," he breathed. "It's good. It's so right between us, you can't deny that." He eased one finger into her anus.

It made her hotter still, restless as an alley cat. She pressed her lips together, biting into the lower one in case she blurted something she would later regret.

His cock seemed to grow harder still, and she squirmed against him for ultimate contact, her sex stretched to capacity and sizzling with pleasure.

"You must trust me. I can't do this unless there's trust."