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She arched her back, marveling at how close she was. Leo had said it would be a quickie. She’d interpreted that as something fast, something frantic, like the other night down in the pub. She never would have expected to be able to come so quickly like this.
Her head dropped to the mattress as she felt the swell of the wave, anticipating that sharp flash of almost-pain. Sex with Leo was seriously addictive.
She held her breath, and then—
Leo withdrew, his fingers falling away from her clit.
Her body was tense, but with nothing there to push her over…
She glanced over her shoulder, ready to blast him, but the gag prevented her complaints. Yvonne narrowed her eyes, but Leo merely chuckled.
“I know I said quickie,” he murmured. “But that was too quick. You really need to exercise some restraint, baby.”
Yvonne reached up, intent on pulling the gag from her mouth so she could give him an earful of exactly where he could stick his restraint. He grabbed her hands before she could accomplish that, drawing them behind her back.
Without her hands to hold her up, her head fell to the mattress. He applied just enough pressure to her caged wrists to keep her down.
Yvonne wasn’t an innocent when it came to sex. She enjoyed it and she’d experimented plenty. However, she was starting to realize she was still a novice. Because great sex wasn’t about all the positions, it was about experiencing it with a lover who knew how to pull out previously unseen desires.
Leo made love to her mind as much as her body, allowing her to explore things she never would have known to ask for.
Like this deep-seated desire to be held captive, helpless, submissive. With anyone else, that would be terrifying, but with Leo—whom she trusted completely—it was mind-blowing, exciting, hugely arousing.
He held her wrists together with one of his calloused hands, letting her feel his strength, his power over her. With the other, he softly stroked her ass, petting her as gently as he would a newborn kitten.
So many contrasting feelings.
“That’s better,” he cooed, when she stopped trying to get up and instead relaxed, her body going limp. “Let’s try this again. Are you going to come the second I slide back in?”
She shook her head. He wanted to draw this out, make it last. These stolen moments were so few and far between, she understood that need. They had to make every second count.
“Good. Because I want us to come together, Vonnie. Always together.”
She nodded earnestly. She wanted the same, wanted him to know that, even though she couldn’t say the words.
He released her hands, gripped his cock and guided it home once more. This time, he grasped her hips in a firm hold and fucked her the way she’d expected.
It was a hard, fast, explosive ride, one meant to test her. Yvonne fought back her orgasm for several minutes, the act of stopping herself a different sort of pleasurable pain, something she’d never felt before.
She was grateful for the gag in her mouth because she feared she’d never manage to keep herself from screaming when she finally did go over.
Leo, as always, seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. He bent over her, his chest pressed to her back, and whispered in her ear, “Not a sound, Yvonne. Not a single peep.”
She slowly shook her head, her pussy clenching, her breath ragged. There was no way she’d succeed.
“I mean it,” he murmured. “Not a sound.”
She sucked in as much air as she could through her nose and the soft cotton filling her mouth, then closed her eyes tightly.
“I know you can do it.”
There was something about his belief and encouragement that made her want to please him. Of course, his sensual threats also had her chomping at the bit to obey.
Yvonne was fiercely independent, so her desire—no, her need—to acquiesce to him in the bedroom, while surprising, was equally as exciting.
Of course, she revised her desire to please him when the bastard started moving again. Leo held nothing back as he slammed into her, taking her with all that force and passion that drove her absolutely insane. She loved being taken hard, and Leo was a master at it.
She pressed her face against his mattress, using that and the gag to try to shield any sound that might escape. Yvonne accepted that breathing would just have to wait.
