If I could just find something to rub against. All I need is a slight friction, just enough to—
“I feel you searching,” he says against my neck. “Don’t, Skye.”
“But I need—”
“Don’t!” He smacks the cheek of my ass and then holds on to it, gripping me tight, keeping me still as he fucks me harder. “I told you to keep quiet. You’ll get your orgasm, but on my terms.”
I close my eyes, bracing myself against the counter, bracing myself against his thrusts. It’s so good, so complete…and I can almost be happy with the sheer fullness of him inside my body.
“God, you’re tight. Feels so good.” He bites my neck lightly and then sucks at it. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Mine.
I like the word. I like that he says it. I like everything about it. I want to be his. I want to be his even more than I want that elusive orgasm.
He releases my ass cheek as he pulls out of my pussy.
I gasp in surprise, looking over my shoulder. “You didn’t—”
“All in good time. I needed to be inside you for a minute. Now I need something else.”
“What?”
“Did you forget you’re not supposed to be talking?” He slaps my ass, and then a jolt ripples through me when he taps my clit.
Again. And again. Until it’s not a tap but a soft smack.
Each swat gives me just a taste of the friction I crave. Just a taste…and I want so much more.
Until the swats become full-blown hits. “Ah!” I cry out, urging him on and hoping I haven’t earned punishment by talking. I tingle all over, and when Braden finally stops torturing my clit, he slides his tongue between my legs. He laps at the juices coating my thighs and then slides forward to my clit, swirling around it.
I close my eyes.
The intensity of the emotion coiling in my belly overwhelms me. I want a repeat of the last time we did this—of those multiple orgasms he forced me to endure.
And what an endurance it was.
He told me to beg him to stop that night, and though the intensity went from pleasure to almost pain, I didn’t give in.
I didn’t give up control.
My control is what he still wants.
Even now, as I revel in his attention, his tongue probing my pussy and my ass, finding every nerve that takes me to the brink, I hold back.
I promised him my control, and in return he promised to sleep with no one but me and not to use condoms.
I made a deal.
I’ll stick with it, even though I’ve become a marionette, with Braden manipulating my strings.
Gah! Too much thinking. Pleasure rolls through me in soft waves, and I climb, reaching, reaching…
He slides a finger inside me while he licks my asshole. I moan in pleasure. The peak is in the distance, coming closer, closer…
Until his voice permeates through the haze.
“Skye,” he says, his voice low. He thrusts his fingers into me and massages that spongy interior place inside. “Come. Now.”
Chapter Forty-Two
I burst.
I burst like a geyser at Yellowstone.
I burst like a storm cloud exploding in rain.
I burst like a sun going nova.
I burst.
I burst into an intense nirvana.
Garbled words leave my mouth. My knuckles whiten as I clamp my hands against the edge of the marble countertop. My body tightens, loosens, tightens again as electric current seems to race through me, my arteries and veins its power lines.
“Braden!” I cry out. “Yes, Braden, Braden!”
He pushes me further into euphoria, continuing his chant. “Come. Now. Come. Now.”
It’s never-ending.
Perfect and never-ending.
He pulls another climax out of me and then another. Everything in the universe throbs with my clit, my pussy, my whole body. I’m limp against the granite countertop, completely at his mercy.
“That’s right,” he says. “Keep coming. Give me another one.”
I explode. Truly, as if I’m his to turn on and off by the sound of his voice, I shatter, pulsing, jumping off the precipice again and again.
“Give me more, baby. More.”
Again I respond to his command. I fly. I fly again. And again.
Orgasm after orgasm rolls through me, twisting my world and smashing my perception. I’m high and then low, hot and then cold, all the time emotion rocketing through me.
“Keep going,” he urges.
One more begins in my clit, races outward to my limbs, heating my blood. My legs no longer hold me up. If Braden loosens his hold, I’ll collapse.
“Again,” he says.
But I’m used up. I can’t.
Until you beg me to stop.
That’s what he wants. I brace myself as another climax tries to emerge. I close my eyes, allow it to take me, and I soar once more into the clouds, this time finding an inner peace I’ve never felt. I’m in a dream. A beautiful erotic dream, so colorful and intense.
“One more, Skye.”
I’m still drugged, still floating in dreamland, but my body is done. I can’t take anymore. He told me not to talk, but I have to get the words out. To tell him…