Her breathing turns excited when I secure her favorite blue tie from the walk-in closet. “Same rules. If you want me to stop, ask me to stop.”
Nodding, she laces her fingers together, then holds her hands out in front of her body. Her eyes are bright and eager, her pussy is slicked with wetness. She loves this—forcing my dominance, being controlled—but this time is different. This time, her eyes are evasive and hazed with apprehension. They're the most guarded I’ve ever seen them.
Let’s see how long it takes to break her defiance this time around.
Chapter 26
Isabelle
“If you want me to stop, Isabelle, say it.”
My nails bend harshly as I crawl across the sweat-dampened sheets, trying in vain to get away from Isaac and his torturous cock. For the past hour, he’s been relentlessly teasing me, but no matter how many times I try to fire the word ‘stop’ off my tongue, it won’t happen. My body can’t say no to Isaac, even when he's torturing it.
A moan ripples from my parched throat when he tightens his grip on my hips. My knees dig deeper into the mattress as the pounding of his cock increases. Even irrefutably furious at him, my body relishes every precise thrust. My sex greedily squeezes him, sucking him in deeper, convulsing around every glorious inch.
“Tell me why you want to go to Tiburon. Why you want us to be separated again?” he asks for the ten-hundredth time since we entered the master suite.
I give him the same answer I’ve given him the past hour. “I need some time to think.”
He grunts, not believing me before adding an extra roll of his hips to his unyielding pumps. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he screws me with such wildness, every nerve in my body is overloaded, sparked, and ready to explode.
When his hand slides between my legs, I inhale a sharp, quick breath. He slides his fingertips over the swollen bud of my clit, coiling my womb into a constrictive hold that has my mind absent of any thoughts but my race to orgasm. Every hair on my body bristles at the same time the pummeling of his cock stops.
“No! Please!”
“Tell me why you need time to think.”
I square my shoulders before shifting my gaze to the other side of the room. Because I refuse to answer his question, he remains perfectly still, ensuring that all signs of my climax dissipate to a small simmer.
My clit is aching to be relieved of the tension that's been building there the past hour. I'm covered from head to toe in sweat, open and raw, and feeling the most vulnerable I’ve ever felt.
When Isaac flips me onto my back, I squeeze my eyes shut, refusing to look at the man who is making my blood boil with both anger and ecstasy at the same time.
“Eyes, Isabelle.”
My eyes pop open when his tongue skims across my sensitive clit, my chase to climax strengthening when they collide with his dark, commanding gaze. Once he has my devotion, he consumes my pussy like a man starved of my taste. He plunges his tongue inside me, fucking me with as much intensity as his cock does. Tightness builds in my aching sex as a tingle zaps down my back. I thrash against the sticky sheets as sparks of lightning shoot through my drenched sex. I’m so close, I can practically taste my orgasm in the air.
“No.” I repress a cry when he pulls his sinful mouth away from my quivering pussy.
“Talk to me. Tell me why.”
“I need time. This is too much. It’s too soon. We’re rushing,” I stumble out, so overwhelmed and overstimulated, my lips are spilling concerns I never want to be voiced.
A soundless moan tears from my throat when he enters me again, his pace slower and more controlled than earlier. My pussy ripples around his heavily veined shaft, massaging and caressing him, encouraging him to lose his impenetrable control, but he's so defiant and obstinate. His eyes are set and controlled, displaying he could continue with this pace for hours if required. He won’t give up until I give him every detail.
Until I give him everything.
“I can’t give you any more than I’ve already given. I’ve given you everything.” My voice is scratchy as I battle to keep my emotions under control. A gnawing pit burrowing a hole in my heart since I left Brandon’s apartment deepens. “I gave up everything for you, and it still won’t be enough. I’ll never be enough.”
Isaac doesn’t relinquish the tempo of his thrusts as he says, “You'll always be enough, you're enough. You don’t have to give up anything.”
“I already have. I already gave it up. You stole it away from me.”
“What did you give up?”
His thrusts increase, tormenting me to talk more, forcing my lips to express words I don’t want to speak, but now that my emotions have been unlocked, I can’t hold them back.
“Everything.” Tears slide down my cheeks, adding more dampness to the already wet sheets. “I gave up everything.”
