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“Don’t...” She couldn’t bear to hear him say that. It made something inside her furl and unfurl. Briefly, he stroked her cheek, his thumb moving over her lower lip before he bent to kiss her open mouth.
His tongue thrust in and out each time he worked his cock into her.
The physical echo made her crazy. Arching up to him, she wrapped her legs around his hips while her tongue thrashed with his. It felt like a battle, and neither of them wanted to give in until they had to, until the absolute breaking point was reached.
When her head fell back she saw his eyes flicker, dark and wicked and clearly pleasured by her response. On and on he went, working her. He studied her all the while—just as he’d told her he would. It was so intense and intimate that it felt like a whole other level of penetration.
Her sex spasmed, her body closing on orgasm.
Rex cursed under his breath and thrust ever harder.
His forehead gleamed.
She could hear the slick pull of her sex as he worked his cock into her. Then he rose up on his arms, and the muscles there were taut and visibly pumped. His hips moved fast. The muscles in his neck and shoulders were tight.
“Rex,” she managed to whisper when she began to flood again.
He nodded. “Oh, yes, I can feel you.”
He paused, as if to savor what her body was doing. He shook his head, then thrust again. Pressed fully against her, he kept his cock right there, grinding his hips against hers as she came.
The release was so great that she hung limp in her tethers, but the hard rod of his cock inside her and the pressure of his body against her clit kept her there. A second wave washed over her, her thighs shuddering against his hips as her every nerve ending was strung out with the raw pleasure of another heady orgasm.
“Rex,” she whispered again, and this time it was with gratitude.
His cock jerked and his head lifted, his eyelids lowering as he jerked again, his body taut and arched as he pumped himself into her.
Even while she shuddered and battled to control her breathing, he pulled free, stretched up and undid her binds. When it was done, he went to his bathroom.
Carmen could scarcely muster the strength to pull off the loosed stockings. By the time she did so, Rex returned.
He rolled her onto her side as he climbed back into the bed, pulling the covers over her. He kissed the side of her face as he moved in alongside her.
“I can’t sleep in your bed with you.” Panic hit her. She had to be alone, to regroup her faculties. “Let me go, I refuse to—”
He locked his arm around her, leaned over her and silenced her with a kiss—a gentle kiss, the brush of his lips over hers, so fleeting and yet somehow so deeply meaningful that she lost the power of speech.
“Yes, you can. We will sleep in the same bed. Tonight and every other night we are here together, even if I have to keep you tied up all day long in order to fuck you all night long.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“You’d probably enjoy that far too much. And just think, you could blame me for enjoying yourself, even though I made it so much easier for you.”
Was there no end to this embarrassment? “You’re enjoying this.”
“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I opened myself up to you. Stop trying to embarrass me about it.”
“Me, embarrass you? Man, you are one screwed-up, kinky woman.”
He was deliberately trying to wind her up, even now, and she resented that. “Shut up!”
“No way. You can’t take charge of the situation now, not now you’ve given in to me so spectacularly.” He kissed her shoulder, and snuggled closer.
Carmen pressed her lips together hard, fighting the urge to reach back and thump him. It was true, though. Somehow, he’d assumed leadership and it was so overwhelming that she lost her fiercely protected self-control. She’d become malleable under his exploration, relinquishing all sexual power to him.
“And to think you said you hated me.” He stroked his hand along her side, his fingertips trailing over her skin as if he still wanted to explore her, even now.
