He seems so controlled, almost condescendingly unaffected by what he’s doing to me, but his dark gaze is lit with it. With hunger and power, the pleasure that only he can grant. I’m so turned on and tightly wound the barest graze could make me snap, but only at his pleasure. Only under his command.
“What’s the matter? Something you want to say?” He leans forward and licks a long strip from the tip of my nipple up the column of my throat and gives a shallow bite just under my ear. “I’myourvillain, Checkmate. Only yours. Now do as you’re told and I’ll let that pretty pink pussy come all over my fingers.”
His fingers work me once—twice, stretching out with each pass, his thumb coming up to circle the concentrated bud of nerves beating along with my heart. I’m getting wetter and wetter, the whole scene so hot that I have to be gushing around his fingers.
“God, please fuck me, Zane.Please.” Tears are mixing with the steam and water from the shower around us to course down my face. His tongue traces the track.
“Who do you want to fuck you?”
“Charade.” I sob. “Please fuck me, Charade.Please.I’m so fucking wet for you.Please, please.”
His eyes close as he tilts his head toward the ceiling, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. “I could come right now, just hearing you say it.”
My whole body vibrates beneath him. I’ve lost the ability to form coherent sentences, but I know I’ll shatter if he keeps me suspended in this agony another moment.
“Please,” I beg. “Please.”
He smirks. “You know this state you’re in right now, right on the edge of orgasm andnever quiteable to get there? I can keep you there, suspended for as long as I want.”
“No,” I whimper. “Please.”
He nods, and I’m terrified he means to make good on the threat. That he’ll leave me lost and craving forever. “You’re going to ride me so well, aren’t you, little martyr? You’re going to ride me and come over and over until I’m done with you and your legs are coated in my pleasure. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant. “So good. It’ll be so good.”
He covers my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging in to claim me. I suck him further, tasting and taking as much from him as he is from me, until he’s moaning into my mouth and pulling me down with him on the shower floor.
26
KAYE
I’m lost in sensation before my knees hit the tile, drunk on desire and so desperate for release that I can’t think straight. I’m even more desperate with his heart beating where my palm rests on his chest, finally able to touch him, and my legs splayed to either side of his hips.
His dick is glorious where he has it fisted in his hand, thick and veined. He looks rock hard, and I can’t imagine how it will feel to have his length sliding into me. I won’t have to imagine for long. He pumps it a few times, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the seam. My mouth goes dry at the sight. I can’t wait to taste him, would throw fuck all to the wind and do it now if I thought I could stand it one more minute.
He uses the fat head of it to paint his pleasure onto my clit, my eyes rolling back at the sensation. Then he’s at my entrance, seeming somehow bigger now that he’s against me. Zane guides it as he breaches my initial resistance. He grunts as his head stretches me, pushing slowly to give me time to adjust. And God, even that feels so fucking good that I want to come, but the tendrils of his power inside me are working against me now, staving it off, and I know then that he could do make good on histhreat if he wanted to. He leans against the shower wall, looking like a king on a throne.
“You get what you want when I get what I want,” he says. “And not a moment sooner.”
I thrust my hips down, impaling myself fully on his cock in one go. I gasp at the sudden ache, the almost-pain of feeling so suddenly and immediately full, but it’s worth it to see his eyes roll back in his head, his control slipping for just a moment and pleasure flares through me again.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, gritting his teeth. “You take me so fucking good. Your pussy was made for me.”
He’s right. After the initial adjustment, he feels perfect inside of me, filling me up to the brim and with enough stretch that it rides the edge between pleasure and pain. His hips twitch, and even that feels so good I shudder, my arms breaking out in goose bumps.
I waste no time chasing it, that friction, grinding my hips against his in a sinful cycle that takes him nearly out of me before plunging back in.
“Yes, just like that.” He sighs. “Riding me like such a good little slut. Do you want to be my slut, Checkmate?”
My core trembles as sensation builds inside me, and as powerful as he is, I’m not sure he could keep it at bay, but I don’t want to test it. Not now, while I’m so goddamn close. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours, Charade,” I choke out. “Your slut.”
“Good girl,” he groans. “Good fucking girl. I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak and knowing that words will fail me anyway.
