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He hooks an arm under my hips and pulls me up against him. I feel his erection against my tingling ass, and I gasp, pain and pleasure co-mingling with the contact. He enters me from behind. Groaning, he pushes deep, so deep that I gasp—his cock hitting the wall of my cervix. One hand reaches underneath me, and finds my clit and he begins to pump into me, moving in sure, strong strokes.
“This is what you need,” he says, his fingers moving over my clit in rhythm with his thrusts. “My cock inside you, filling you.”
“Yes,” I say, but the pillow muffles my words. I grip the headboard, bracing myself against it as he moves behind me. I’m already so close—ready to shatter.
“You’re mine, Madeline.”
He pulls out, plunges into me again, laying his body across mine as he continues to stroke. His hot breath is scorching my neck, sending tingles clear down to my core. My mind is blank to everything but the feeling of him inside me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, his movement against me, his hand stroking me, making me moan.
“Mine,” he repeats. “Mine to command. And you’ll obey me. Do you understand?”
But I’m panting, barely hearing him. I’m. So. Damn. Close. The pressure inside me is building and my body begins to tighten, anticipating another orgasm. He can feel me tightening around him because he slows. His hand leaves my clit, and he stops moving.
“Answer me, Madeline. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I gasp, twisting restlessly beneath him.
But he doesn’t relent, grounding out between his teeth. “Tell me you’re mine and that you’ll obey. Say it.”
I gulp, vaguely aware that I should be annoyed by his words, but I just want to come. I need that orgasm as much as I need to breathe right now. God. “Yes, I’m yours. I’ll obey you. Evan, please. I’m so close.”
Pulling out completely, he grasps my shoulder and flips me over onto my back. He pins my wrists above my head with one hand. Then he slides his cock into me slowly, and begins to move, his hips moving in shallow, even thrusts.
I sigh in frustration. It’s fucking torment.
He’s in complete control of my body, and he’s enjoying every minute of it. Underneath the blindfold, darkness surrounds me. I wish I could see his face, look into his eyes as he fucks me, but I can only feel and hear his moans of pleasure. Every nerve in my body is alive with sensation.
He bends to kiss my neck, fastening his mouth at the base, sucking. My ankles hook around his hips as he pistons into me so hard the headboard slams against the wall over and over, in rhythm with each powerful thrust. Then he sinks his teeth into my skin, biting me hard.
Everything draws tight inside me, and I arch my back. This orgasm slams into me with such force that I can’t catch my breath. Hot waves of pleasure overwhelm me, pull me under as I struggle to breathe. His teeth sink deeper into my neck, even as his cock continues to move. The feeling is so intense, too much really. My entire body is electrified, and I climax so hard, I’m sobbing his name.
“Fuck, Madeline.” He pushes deep, and with one last thrust, he stills, coming hard with a loud groan. His hot seed pours into me, and my legs tighten around him, pulling him tight against me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
For a long moment, we say nothing, lying completely still. He’s buried inside me, my legs clamped around him. We’re breathing heavily as we drift back down to earth. Finally, he releases my hands and rolls off of me, collapsing onto the bed beside me.
I’m listless, exhausted and utterly awash in the high of our lovemaking, lying there in the darkness as I try to get a handle on my breathing. A fine sheen of sweat coats my skin, and my heart is still beating wildly against my ribs. Fuck, that was so damn good.
Evan reaches over and pulls the blindfold off, then he tugs me over to lie across his chest. The steady beat of his heart is soothing, and I sink into him. Our sweat is causing our skin to stick together and my mind is reeling.
Part of me had thought the night at the hotel was a fluke—that it had been so amazing because it had been such a long time for me. But if possible, this was even better than the previous times we’d been together. I swallow, wondering what this means. None of this is what I expected. Kohl isn’t what I expected. He’s brilliant, gorgeous. And the sex is just…beyond words. Is he just that good?
As if answering my unspoken question, he sighs deeply, clearing his throat. “I knew it would be like this between us,” he says, stroking along my spine. “From almost the first moment you walked into that interview, I knew.”
But how could he know? And did this imply that it wasn’t like this for his previous lovers? Before I can voice the question, he brushes a strand of hair off my shoulder, and I catch sight of the infinity tattoo. I reach out and brush my finger across the black ink on his forearm, wondering at the special meaning. Why has he marked himself—and now me—with that same symbol?
“What does this tattoo mean? And why does my necklace have the same symbol?”
I can feel him stiffen beneath me, the way he does whenever I ask him anything personal. There’s a long pause as he continues to stroke my back, and I feel like he’s forcing himself to relax against his own instinct.
Eventually he clears his throat. “The infinity symbol represents limitless possibilities, which has always served me as a philosophy in life and in business.”
I turn my head to look into his face, but his eyes are fixed on my necklace. He fingers it, twisting it idly. “Between us…it means no boundaries.”
No boundaries. Uh, what the hell does that mean? There are clearly boundaries between us. Maybe not physically, but emotionally he’s practically Fort Knox.
I sit up, and his hand falls away. “Of course there are boundaries,” I counter. “Isn’t that what this is? The contract, the whole mistress arrangement? You even said it yourself when we were at dinner. The contract establishes boundaries that are essential to you.”
“Madeline…” His tone is gentle, pleading.
