Page 38 of No Going Back

With the utmost care, he tasted her. Her skin was warm silk beneath his lips, its fragrance a further indulgence for the senses. And yet… something teased the back of his mind, strong enough to give him pause, but it remained annoyingly elusive. He tossed it aside—whatever it was, it couldn’t have been important.

It definitely wasn’t as important as the banquet before him. His kisses traced a path over her body, taking in the delicate scars whose fine, silver lines spoke of past trials. He needed Maddie to understand they didn’t matter to him—that to him, she was beautiful inside and out, just as she was.

A deep shudder racked her body at the first touch of his tongue to her clit. Her plaintive little cries stoked the fires of desire already consuming him. He closed his lips around the hard button of aroused flesh and drew it into his mouth. Her hips strained beneath his hands, but he wouldn’t let her escape him.

Too much pleasure could deliver a pain beyond exquisite. Guy licked her folds, and as he increased the speed and pressure, she arched away from the mattress, thrusting her lush breasts into prominent view. Their rapid rise and fall, under her shallow, agitated respiration, both mesmerised him and spurred him on, to intensify the torture.

“No. Please, no.”

The soft pleas went straight to his aching dick. Maddie’s head tossed from side to side. She was caught up in a crazy, sensual delirium, dancing to the melody he played with his mouth, and the fingers that sought her most sensitive, intimate places. He kept one hand flat on her abdomen, with enough pressure to keep her in place, while the other explored.

Guy knew many ways to drive a woman wild. He’d played the sensual Dom in the past, when the satisfaction of knowing he’d given the submissives what they’d needed had been reward enough. For that, he’d set his own needs aside—given his inner beast a snack, not a banquet. And as he enjoyed Maddie, for the first time ever, the effort to rein in that beast was almost too much. With this woman, his lust to let go almost outweighed his resolution not to scare her away.

The cleft between her buttocks held him in thrall. The eager twitch beneath his fingertip teased him with thoughts of discovering if she liked anal play. If the way her toes curled into the mattress was any indication, the chances looked good.

Without slowing his pace, Guy reached for the luscious curve of her breast, and pinched and twisted her nipple. She arched against his mouth, and her low, agonised moan spurred him on even more.

Maddie was a unique challenge, and much though he loved the taste of her, he wanted to watch her face as passion overwhelmed her. After a final nip at her engorged clit, which drew a piercing cry from her, he crawled back up the bed beside her.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He removed the blindfold.

Dear heaven, she was incredible. She’d obeyed his quiet order, eyes closed so tightly her brow was creased, while her teeth worried her bottom lip. The impact of what he’d just done tantalised his sadistic appetites, and although he wanted more, Maddie wasn’t ready. She might never be ready. He laid his palm against her cheek, and was thrilled by the way she turned into it, as if seeking him for comfort and reassurance.

He brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “Don’t hurt it,” he whispered. “That’s my job.”

Her breath hitched. Guy froze—had he gone too far with those last three words? Her throat moved as she swallowed, but she didn’t recoil. He wouldn’t push his luck any further, not this time, but he could still torture her with pleasure.

“I’m going to use my hands to make you come, that’s all. Not my mouth, not my cock. Just my hands.”

Maddie licked her lips. Her restless fidget, the way her toes dug into the mattress—she wasn’t unaffected by his low, growled promise.

He laid his hand flat on her belly, covering the fine line of yet another scar. Acknowledgement of it skimmed through his mind, followed by the shimmer of curiosity about what had caused it, along with her other scars. One day she’d tell him—he could wait.

His attention returned to where it should be, on his lady and her satisfaction. As his hand moved down her luscious body, her hips tilted, striving to snatch that pleasure before he was ready to grant it. With only his palm on her mound, he exerted just enough pressure to return her to the position he required of her.

“Oh no, pet. That’s not allowed.”

“Not allowed?”

“Games have rules, and the rules in this game say that’s not allowed.”

“Who makes up these rules? And how can I play the game in the first place, if I don’t know what the rules are?”

He pressed her mound with a little more force. “My game, my rules. You okay with that?”

“What if I’m not?”

Her languid moan belied her words. Guy would have staked his reputation as a Dom on her being okay with it. “All you have to do is be honest and tell me you don’t want to play. So…?”

“So… I want to play.”

“You’ll do as I say?”

“I will.”

Guy closed his eyes and let the control she’d just handed over flood through him. Christ, it felt good to be in command of such a beauty. He lowered his fingers and laid them over her folds. Her hips flexed.

“Only what I allow, remember?” he warned.