“Fuck.”
“Whatever you want, Senator.”
“Stephen,” he reminded her, his voice harsh. Commanding. “Tonight you’ve given me the lead, and I want you to practice screaming my name. Put your hands behind your back. I don’t want you trying to distract me again.”
He slipped the handcuffs around her wrists and she inhaled in sharp desire when they snapped closed. They were just fun toys, silly cuffs to put newer club members at ease or to shock people at vanilla parties. They weren’t meant for serious bondage, and she knew she could escape them with relative ease, but at this moment she may as well have been wrapped in chains. She’d never felt so vulnerable. So willing to be helpless.
And she’d said she wanted to be a challenge.
Foil ripped and she knew he was rolling the condom onto his erection. She’d done it for him so many times that her fingers twitched in memory. She loved the way his eyes went dark and his breath stalled in his chest when her fingers pushed the latex over his thick shaft, caressing every ridge and hard inch of him. Loved how he groaned her name when she’d guide him inside her, straddling him or wrapping her legs around him wherever they were and losing herself in pleasure.
He’s in control now. His room. His bed. His rules.
All she could do was feel.
He leaned over her, tangling his hands in her hair and tugging hard enough that she arched her neck and moaned.
“Do you like that, Natasha? Am I doing it right?”
“Yes, Stephen.” God, yes. Exactly right and you know it, don’t you?
“Does it hurt?”
“I like it.”
He yanked her hair again, forcefully enough that tears sprang to her eyes. “What about now?”
Perfect. “Yes, Stephen. I love it.”
“Are the cuffs too tight?”
“These aren’t made to be.”
“We might have to get a better pair then.” He tugged her head back again and whispered in her ear. “I’ve got you now. You’re mine.”
“Yes, Stephen.”
Stephen Finn was restraining her. Owning her. Claiming her. The idea of it brought her close to climax. “What are you going to do with me now, sir?”
He let out a shaky breath, pulling back. She gasped when the head of his cock brushed against her waiting heat. “I’m going to remind you how well we fit.”
His hand caressed her hips, her bound wrists, her spine. He let go of her hair and pushed her underwear down to her ankles so she could step out of them, and then he was touching her again. Everywhere. Slipping his hard shaft between her damp thighs, mimicking the thrusts she knew were coming. “I wanted to go slow. You said this body was mine to explore and I planned to be thorough. To study every curve…”
Tasha closed her thighs on his erection and heard his breath hiss out through his teeth. “Next time,” she promised, tempting him to lose his patience because she’d run out of hers as soon as he cuffed her. “We have days.”
Those words broke through his restraint. With a low sound of need he cupped her shoulder and hip, filling her with one slow, relentless stroke.
“Natasha,” he groaned.
Stephen.
Her eyes closed and her body came alive. She tightened her muscles around his shaft and bit down on her lip until she tasted blood, reveling in every sensation. It was always like this with him. The instant he began to move inside her, she started to climb. No batteries or tantric tricks needed. Just Stephen. He was inside her, a part of her.
Only now there was more. More sensation. More need, hard as it was to believe.
So much more.
He was pulling her hair again. Electricity pinged through her body and she started to shiver.
“Yes,” she cried. “Harder.”
He let go of her hair and slid both hands between her body and the mattress, squeezing her heavy breasts. “I’m in charge, Natasha. Say it.”
“You’re in charge,” she whimpered, loving his firm grip.
His chest pressed against her back. Her cuffs dug into his muscled stomach, but the sensation only seemed to make him more aggressive. “Your body belongs to me.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Stephen,” she gasped. She could hardly move in his grasp, but she rocked back in a silent plea for more of him. She was close. “Please, don’t stop.”
His teeth scraped her neck and she tilted her head, silently begging for more.
“You wanted to discover my limit?” he snarled dangerously as he thrust deep inside her. “No one else, Natasha. Get naked. Play your games. But no one else can have you. Not while we’re there. This is mine.”
Yes, Stephen. “Yours,” she promised. “My pussy. My ass. Whatever you want.”
Her words made him snarl again. He pounded inside her so hard her teeth rattled and the bed creaked. So hard and deep that she had to struggle for enough breath to shout his name.