I yank the dress over my head, tossing it onto the floor. I have the bikini bottoms on underneath, but no bra. I take them off and fling them in the floor. I don’t want anything from Vegas on my body.
He’s still dressed, just with his cock out, so I tentatively go for the buttons on his shirt, glancing up to make sure I’m allowed to undress him. He doesn’t give me anything—not permission, not refusal, nothing. Since he doesn’t stop me, I take his shirt off and drop kisses across his well-muscled chest, down his flat abdomen. I desperately want to suck his cock again, but since he told me to stop I won’t try.
It’s harder to resist when I tug his pants down, and his perfect cock is just right there, tempting me. I want him naked. I want him to fuck me.
Once I get his clothes off, he uses his hold on my hair to pull me up toward his mouth so he can kiss me. I moan as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, the pressure on my hair easing as he cradles my head instead of grasping it. I can’t get close enough to him; I can’t get enough of his tenderness, of his mouth. I want to stay here forever, letting him make love to me. I never want to leave this room. This bed. This man. This embrace. I’ve missed the taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him. I need him more than I’ve ever needed anything else. I’m not even my whole self without him.
I’m so disappointed when he breaks the kiss, but then he buries his face in my neck, leaving my favorite kisses along the sensitive skin, and my disappointment ebbs. Still kissing me, he takes my hands and pushes them together behind my back, holding them at the wrist. I tug lightly at his restraint, yearning to touch him, but he doesn’t allow it.
When he pulls away from my neck I’m a little dazed. He moves on his knees beside me, then he shoves me tummy-down on the bed. I gasp, trying to catch myself, but he still has my hands restrained behind me.
“Who do you think about when you touch yourself, Mia?”
“You.”
“Who do you love more than anything?”
“You.”
“Who owns you, Mia?”
“You do.”
“That’s right,” he says, nudging my ass up off the bed. “Nobody has power over you except for me, sweetheart. Nobody.” His free hand moves between my legs, one finger moving inside me as he rubs my clit. “If I want to give you pleasure, you take it. If I say you deserve my cock, you believe it.”
He doesn’t stop touching me, but I can feel the difference in him as he slightly shifts gears for this next part. “If you gave your body to anyone else when I wasn’t there to protect you, that doesn’t matter. You’re smart, Mia, because you understand something a lot of people don’t: your self-esteem doesn’t have to be tied to what is done to you. What do you have to feel ashamed of? Nothing. Whatever was done to your body, whatever you had to do to get through it, to feel better—it’s over and none of that matters now. It shouldn’t make you feel badly about yourself. No one can get to you, Mia. You’ve known that before, so remember it now. It’s over; find your way back to that.” He pauses, letting that sink in while he strokes me, then he shifts back to add, “You only give your power to me, and if you hold onto guilt when I tell you to let it go, do you know what that does, Mia? It gives someone else power over you. I won’t tolerate that.”
I’m a little dizzy from his words and the pleasure he’s stoking as he rubs my pussy. As crazy as it seems, he makes me feel so safe. I walked into this room a mess of instability, and here he is lending me his strength, his rationale, his calm. He’s steadying me. Whatever I need, even if I don’t know what that might be, he gives it to me.
“Do you want anyone else to have power over you, Mia?”
“No,” I say, gasping a little as jolts of pleasure knock me off kilter. “No, only you.”
“Did you do anything with the intention of hurting me?”
I shake my head, closing my eyes as I approach an orgasm. “Never.”
“Okay.” He stops rubbing my clit just as I’m about to come and I cry out with frustration. “Then you did nothing wrong,” he states. “And you deserve my cock.”
My frustration turns to euphoria as he slams his cock inside me, hard, punishing, everything I need it to be right now. My body craves the impact every time his hips thrust forward and he buries himself deep inside me. His cock is like a battering ram, storming the gates, and I want nothing more than for him to come inside.