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The warm air against Chloe’s fiery flesh became too much of a tease, her blood boiling with lust she could not control. She had not expected to be this aroused from simple ropes on her body. But the moment the rope touched her skin she grew damp with need. Watching Sawyer with the ropes forced unknown arousal inside her. The way he worked with the bindings, almost an extension of himself, set her afire. Now, with nowhere to run, only being able to stay right there with him, she felt her breath come out in heady pants.
She didn’t only need him. She hungered for him.
Her breath rushed from her lungs as he dragged his fingers over her clit, stroking it. “Ah, but Chloe, why would I take you now when I can watch you squirm and beg?”
Lost in the haze of unadulterated desire, she snapped open her eyes, almost yelling at him to hurry up. Yet the second her eyes locked onto his, she tumbled into his control. The confidence he exuded, the patience he possessed over himself made her hotter. She became consumed by the way he stared at her. He’d never looked at her like this. Not with this intensity. Not with the look of a man who planned to devour every inch of her. And certainly not like he’d found a treasure in her.
In this moment, she understood his fetish. The lifestyle didn’t arouse him—the rope did. The act of dominating a woman itself turned him on. Now she knew what he needed her to understand. He didn’t need his club. He needed her.
“I get it,” she blurted out, swirling her hips against the cool table beneath her. “I get what you need.”
One brow arched. “Do you?”
“You want me, just like this. Not a club. Not with others around us. It’s me you want.”
His smile, while happy, turned devilish. “Yes, Chloe, that’s exactly what I want.” Something intense flashed across his face in the seconds before he yanked his shirt over his head, exposing his beautiful masculine body. He dropped his pants and boxer briefs, his eyes on her the whole time. She got a quick look at his hard cock, standing straight up and out, before he leaned over her, placing both hands at her sides on the coffee table.
She ached in every place possible as his cock head pushed against her hot folds. “Is this what you want, Chloe? My cock deep inside you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”
With a growl that sounded possessive, he entered her in one fluid stroke. She gasped at the fullness of him. At the perfection of him. She could only become lost in passion as Sawyer did what he said he’d do: he fucked her.
He didn’t warm her up. Nor did he give soft strokes to ease her into the pleasure. No, he demanded she be forced there with hard, punishing thrusts. Every thrust forward sent his pelvis smacking against her clit, and her screams became a single sound of euphoria.
Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel his body, yet the bindings locked her in and brought her further into his control. She didn’t need to think or touch or do anything; she only needed to feel. Intensity roared across her. Heaviness rushed down into her lower body. Flames flicked like fire through her veins.
So close to claiming her pleasure, she fought against the bindings as she tried to grab his ass to force him deeper. Yet that right didn’t belong to her, and she screamed against the fact that she couldn’t move. She controlled nothing, and the burning on her wrists and legs from the rope made her soar. Somehow with that freedom came a pleasure that matched no other sensation in the world.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Give it all to me.” He began pumping harder, his gaze staying focused on her. His cock slid into her and hit a magical place over and over again. Her toes curled, her body fighting against the bindings in the highest state of pleasure.
When his cock grew bigger and thicker inside her, the intensity blazing over her rose higher. Her womb clenched, inner muscles quivering to explode. Just as the euphoria began to flow out of her, Sawyer yanked out, stealing the moment.
He grasped her face tightly, his dark, commanding eyes holding hers. “What do you want, Chloe?”
She blinked, forcing her mouth to make words, not screams. “To come.”
One corner of his mouth curved deliciously. “Beg me for your orgasm.”
She hesitated. Staring into his eyes, she found that he was dead serious. When she remained silent, he thrust forward once, and she arched her back at the shock of it. Keeping her on the very edge of her climax, he added, “You want it, Chloe. Beg me to give you what only I can give you.”
In the command of his stare she saw all she needed to. Something that she realized she should’ve seen since she first became intimate with Sawyer. Something she’d been saying over and over again every time they had sex: “Please.” The word had come out of her mouth right before climax with Sawyer, every damn time. She simply didn’t realize she’d done it or how Sawyer would have perceived it.
Was that what made her sexually submissive?
She supposed it did. She didn’t take or dominate in her lovemaking. She always begged him. Always asked him to take her here. Not because the thought was forced, but because it was natural. He could do this thing to her that only he as a Dominant could do, because only he could bring her this high into pleasure.
His hard stare bore into hers. “Now you understand, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
Without another word to her, he thrust his cock savagely back into her. And two strokes later she came so damn hard stars rushed across her vision. She sensed him on top of her, bucking and jerking with his release. But she became lost in the wave after wave of freedom he offered her.
Only when he touched her face did she come back to her senses and reopen her eyes. In his expression she saw raw emotion. “I don’t want you to become anything different from what you are right now. I don’t need a club to get what I need to be happy. This connection, Chloe, it’s unreal. It’s beautiful. Let’s not fuck with it.”
“I understand” was all she could manage. She was still trying to make sense out of everything she’d realized and everything she’d experienced.
