Page 76 of Nocturnes & Nightmares

He doesn’t stop, and in spite of the shame, I roll my head against the mattress, while his tongue sweeps over my hole and down to the stopper. Teeth gripping the edges, he removes the object, spitting it out onto the bed beside me, and sucks at my over-sensitive flesh with the fervor of a man who’s been denied water too long. In the mirror, I’m propped face down, with my hands bound behind my back, watching him stroke his cock as he essentially eats me out. I clamp my eyes to shield out the visual that, admittedly, is the most darkly erotic thing I’ve even seen. It tickles my belly and sends of rush of blood to my core. I bury my face in the mattress, mouth gaping, moaning, desperate for air and mercy, while his tongue wets my swollen folds, his lips kissing and sucking away my useless protests. The guttural rumble of contentment in his throat reminds me of an animal relishing its recent kill.

Carnal and unbecoming.

If my mother saw me now, she’d have a second heart attack, I’m sure of it.

“Don’t move,” he says, and moves toward the whirlpool tub. The water flips on, and I turn toward him, catching sight of his perfect muscled ass as he bends forward, running his hand through the spray and splashing the water onto his face.

I want to say this afternoon with Voss is something I’ll never do again as long as I live, and that I should enjoy it while it lasts, but I know that’s not true. I’ve learned a few things about myself in the last half hour.

First, a wine stopper really does feel incredible, even if it’s wrong.

And second, I am hopelessly attracted to this man’s unapologetic approach to sex. It’s evident, the way I haven’t moved since he walked away—my arms still bound behind my back, my cheek still flat against the mattress, ass high in the air—that I enjoy his command. His roughness. That I yearn for more of it.

When he turns around to face me again, there’s a dark and hungry gleam in his eyes, and I have no doubt this man would eat me alive. Without a word, he slides his hands beneath me and lifts me up into his arms like I weigh nothing.

He sets me down on wobbly legs, and I let him strip away my skirt, then the shirt, like he’s systematically peeling away layers of my resistance, until I’m standing completely naked in front of him and yet another mirror above the tub.

It’s instinct that draws my hand over my mound, shielding it from his prying eyes, because there’s no way in hell I’d have let Denny look at me the way Voss is right now. In fact, I insisted on the lights being turned off during sex.

He pushes my hands away, making a deep masculine sound of appreciation in his chest, and steps into the tub first, flicking his fingers for me to follow. Somehow, he looks bigger in the tub, his body even more imposing than before.

My skin practically sizzles, as I toe the water and step down, letting him draw me onto his lap. Back to his chest, I straddle his legs, as his palm presses against my inner thigh, spreading me open.

Two fingers dip inside me, damn near splitting me in half, and he kisses my shoulder. “’Fraid I’m more than two fingers, Star Wars.”

Hands to my hips, he guides me onto his fully erect cock, and I have to brace myself when his tip breaches my entrance, far bigger than any other man I’ve been with.

“I wish I could say I’ll be gentle, but you’ve got me wound so fucking tight right now, I need to get inside you.”

Pressing at either side of me, he eases me down, allowing me to stretch around him with tiny thrusts. Inch by inch, he seats himself deeper, tunneling his cock a little more each time. One quick shunt, and I hear him groan behind me, while I remain on my knees, submerged up to my breasts in the water, and back arched, I claw the edge of the tub, letting my body acclimate to the pain of his girth.

“Watching you come with that stopper is the hottest thing I’ve seen. I need more, but it’s my cock that’s going to make you shatter like that.” He gives another upward thrust and growls in my ear.

“Voss!” I arch further, taking in the fullness of him, while he sits motionless for a moment.

Arms wrap around me, urging me back against him, and he circles his hips, slowly stirring his dick inside of me.

With lazy pumps in and out of me, he pinches my nipples that only just stick up out of the water. “I’m going to take my time with you. The wait is fucking torture, but it’s worth it. Tonight is all about you.”

“Wait for what?” I curl my fingers and bite my lip, as he drives into me at a maddening deliberate pace.

He doesn’t answer, and it doesn’t matter, because somehow, somehow, he’s coaxing my body into arousal again.

I wouldn’t think it possible so soon after climax, but the tightening of my belly, the ache tugging deep inside of me, the hungry monster so starved for this kind of attention it’s become insatiable, has awakened once again. Masculine sounds of pleasure vibrate over my skin, as he tugs and toys with my nipples, while his cock stretches and fills me. Powerful, controlled, rocking into me like billowing waves that could easily break into riptides, dragging me under the surface.

For the next hour and a half, he fucks me this way, in the tub, on the bed, keeping me on the edge of climax, until I’m drenched in sweat and every muscle is trembling and fragile.

The man is relentless. His body glistens with all of his toil, but he keeps on like there’s some electrical source feeding his cock. I’ve never known a man to go so long in my life.

I’ve already climaxed twice while trying to hold out for him. My body is so worn down, my muscles so weak and soft, all I can do is roll my head, as I writhe with his continued assault.

Caged below him, I stare into his eyes, those beautifully unforgiving gray eyes, and reach up to touch his face. “Wait. Please. I need to stop.” The hoarse drag of my voice begs for a single drop of water.

Voss finally collapses onto the bed beside me, and removes the flaccid and empty condom from his shaft.

“You didn’t …” I can’t even say it, the shame of having climaxed twice already heating my cheeks. “How can you … go so long?”

“Not easily with you, I’ll admit.”