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“Oh, I bet you can.” His hand came down on her ass again and she moaned. “You like being spanked, pet?”
“I’m not sure.” It was a lie. But she couldn’t bring herself to admit how much it was turning her on. If he kept at it, she wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t come simply from that and the slight brush of the table’s padding against her clit.
His chuckle was low and dangerous. “So if I slid my hand between those beautiful legs of yours, I wouldn’t find that pussy wet and clenching for my cock?”
His crude words sent a hot shudder through her, and her inner muscles flexed as if punctuating the accusation. Her pulse seemed to relocate and settle directly behind her clit, her body going into full-out begging mode. Unable to fight off the need, she spread her thighs for him. “Why don’t you find out, sir?”
He made a tsking sound. “Such a smart mouth, sub. Need to teach you some manners.”
A metallic sound filled her ears and the lower end of the table collapsed beneath her. She gasped. His hands caught her legs before she could fall, and he lowered them until she was standing on the balls of her feet, her arches stretched. The part of the table still supporting her torso angled downward until she was prone in a bent-over position. Totally helpless.
“Spread your legs.” Jace nudged her feet apart with his foot. “You want me to find out how wet you are, then show me.”
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she followed his instruction, making herself as physically vulnerable as she’d ever been. He could do whatever he wanted to her in this position, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. She squeezed her eyes shut as need railroaded through her. The loss of control shouldn’t excite her like this, but hell if she could stop her body from responding.
Jace ran his hand up her inner thigh and palmed her sex, gripping her like he owned it. Like her pussy had been created for him and he’d only leased it to her for a while. He rocked his hand against her, painting her delicate skin with her juices. “Mmm. So slick and hot for me already. Good girl.”
She whimpered. The pressure against her clit was maddening, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She moved her hips in time with the motion of his hand, chasing the orgasm that hovered on the horizon. But the stimulation wasn’t enough. She needed Jace inside her, filling her, driving into her.
“Stop squirming.” He smacked the flat of his fingers against her cunt, sending a rocket of shocking pleasure straight up her spine.
“Please,” she panted. “Jace, I need more.”
Blessedly, he put his fingers against her again. His other hand caressed her back, her tailbone, drawing lower and lower until his fingertip brushed along the cleft of her ass. “How much more, babe?”
Her muscles automatically flinched, but the position had her spread for his perusal, and there was no escaping. His fingertip grazed the untried opening, the feather-light touch sending bolts through her, making her buck against her bindings. Holy fuck. Was that supposed to feel that good?
“Mmm, so responsive,” he murmured. “Have you ever been taken here, pet?”
She pressed her forehead into the table, the combination of sensations and his suggestion nearly undoing her. “No, sir.”
“But you want to do ménage? What if one of us wants to fuck your sweet ass while you ride the other’s cock?”
She felt lightheaded and more turned on than she’d ever remembered being in her life. Forming words had to happen between the sharp breaths she was dragging in. “Just because I haven’t . . . done it before . . . doesn’t mean I’m . . . unwilling. Sir.”
“Good answer, pet. Here’s to exploring your limits.” Cool and slippery liquid replaced his light touch for a moment, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her, and then his finger was back and no longer tentative. He smoothed the lubricant over her opening, teasing her and lighting up all of her nerve endings.
“Jesus, Jace. I’m going to come. Please, I want you inside me.”
“No coming until I give you permission. If you go before, I won’t give you what you want.” He moved his finger against her ass and pushed gently, easing past the resistant ring of muscle, and instantly vaulting her to another level of bliss—the dark, forbidden thrill of it pinging through her.
“Oh, God,” she ground out, trying to move against him, wanting him to pump forward. To move.
“Hold on, baby, not yet,” he said, slowly moving his finger back and forth and removing his other hand from her clit. “Not until I feel you around me.”
She could hear the rasp of his zipper, the sound of him tearing a condom wrapper open—no doubt with his teeth since his other hand was busy fucking her ass with a maddeningly slow pace. And then he was against her, the tip of his cock brushing against her pussy.
“Please, Jace. Please.” She knew she was begging. Sounded desperate. She didn’t care.
“Oh, pet, you sound so pretty begging for my cock. I could get used to the sound of that.”
Within one blissful second, he was thrusting forward, filling her, stretching her until she thought the sheer onslaught of sensation would kill her. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone and never had she experienced something like this. The combination of his long cock inside her, the slide of his finger in her ass, and the bindings cutting into her arms had her riding an unfamiliar high. One she didn’t want to come down from. It was edgy and disorienting . . . and freeing.
Jace groaned as he seated himself fully inside her then drew back, rocking her against the table with each thrust, the movement providing perfect stimulation to her clit. “You’re so beautiful like this, Evan. Bound and pleading for release. Even if you didn’t feel like heaven around my cock, I could come just looking at you.”
Her breaths were coming short and fast now, his words only pushing her higher, her orgasm rushing toward her like a freight train. His pace increased, pistoning into her with the singular focus of launching them into the stratosphere.
She fought hard, clinging to the last vestige of control she had over her orgasm, the double assault of sensation barreling her toward oblivion. She balled her fists tighter, her fingernails digging into her palms.
