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“Stand up.” Cole’s got a completely different look on his face when he turns around to face me. It’s the same look he had when he came to me the other night. I like it, and that’s why I do as he orders.
“Take off your sweater.” Even his whisper comes out commandingly, and he studies me hard as I lift it from my waist and up over my head. His eyes continue to analyze me while his finger strokes over his bottom lips and the way he tilts his head makes me wonder what he’s contemplating doing to me. “Now the boots.” He frowns, almost in confusion when I do as he requests and kick them off. I know what he’s doing, he’s testing me. He wants to know if I will give him full control of my body the way I did the other night.
I pick up the bottle from the nightstand and knock some more back when the tension around us starts to draw in tighter. “You're gonna need to lose those jeans too.” Cole steps forward and takes the bottle out of my hand. His eyes scorching my skin as he takes some back for himself.
“Now turn around and bend over the bed.”
“Cole?” I stare up at him, confused.
“No questions,” he reminds me.
I decide to put my trust in him because I want so much more than just his eyes on my body. I undo my jeans and drag them down to my ankles, kicking them away before I turn my back to him and lean forward, resting my palms on the mattress.
“I need you to stick to those boundaries we talked about, Savannah. There can’t be any pushing limits with me, it’s dangerous. Do you understand that?”
“I understand,” I whisper, sensing him closer behind me, and I gasp when his callous palm carefully strokes circles over one of my ass cheeks and makes my stomach flutter. It’s so stupid that I feel deprived when he takes it away.
“Ouch,” I yelp when he brings it back down hard. His strike causing a sting of pain and a bite of thrill. “You’ve pushed too many of my limits already.” His hand strokes the sting he created in slow, soothing circles and his cock presses tight through his jeans against me. He deals me another blow and,this time, I cry loud, gripping the comforter in my hands so I can sustain it.
“Do you like a little pain, Red?” He leans his body over mine and whispers in my ear. “What are your limits? You gonna take all I got for you?” His hand reaches under me and grips my throat.
“Yes.” I rub myself against the erection I can feel pressing into my back.
“Even if it hurts?” he asks, and when I nod my head he laughs at me.
“Good girl.” His teeth clamp down on my ear lobe and cause my nipples to harden.
My legs feel weak, my stomach feels hollow, and this is just the beginning. He releases my throat and there’s a strain on my panties before he rips them from the seam and tosses them onto the floor. Flipping me over, he lays me on my back in front of him. He looks as if he’s mad at me as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off his shoulders, then when he pulls the belt he’s wearing out of the loops on his jeans, he holds it in his hands like he’s considering using it. I don’t quite know how I’d feel about that, but my body seems to ache for whatever he’s contemplating. Cole smiles darkly as he drops the belt to the floor and rips open his jeans. My eyes focus on his cock when he drags it out and starts to fist it through his palm.
“You on somethin’?” he asks as he guides it to slip between my pussy lips, stroking over my soft, sensitive flesh in painfully slow thrusts that feel so good I forget to answer.
“Red, I asked if you're covered because I gotta be inside you and I don’t want to be feelin’ the inside of this pussy through a rubber.”
“The pill. I’m on the pill.” I scramble the worlds together as he continues to add weight to the tension building in mystomach. We’ve waited far too long for this to happen and now it feels so intense I don’t know how much more I can withstand.
“Fuck me, Cole.” I rotate my hips and beg him, wondering how and when I became a fucking slave to this man’s mercy. I’ve never felt like this before. I shouldn't allow myself to be so weak, yet I get a strange sense of comfort in letting him take control.
“You look real pretty when you beg.” He strokes his thumb over my red-hot cheek.
“Cole. Please…” His thick head sliding against my pulsing clit makes the emptiness I’m feeling inside me unbearable. I don’t care how big his cock is or how it could hurt, my pussy is clenching for him to fill me with it.
“Please…” I’m going to come, I feel it, and just as my toes start to curl and I reach the edge, Cole pulls himself away from me.
“Look how wet you’ve made me, Red. I haven’t even got inside you yet.” He strokes himself slowly through his palm, enjoying every second of my suffering as that heavy weight of pleasure remains locked inside me.
“Cole.” I go to touch the ache he’s left behind, but he smacks my hand away and tilts his head as he watches me fidget against the mattress to find some kind of relief.
“How long have you wanted this?” he asks, taunting me by leisurely pulling himself through his fist.
“Since I came here.” I swallow heavily and try not to focus on how needy this man is making me.
“Show me.” He takes my hand and lifts it up to replace his, holding my wrist and guiding me as I take over his strokes. I sit up on the bed feeling a little dizzy and when I steer him toward my mouth and take him between my lips, I feel like I’ve taken a little of the control back. I start by licking around his tip, looking up at him, and watching him take pleasure in my tongue. I make the mistake of attempting to take him all the way, to the back ofmy throat. Of course, he’s far too big to fit and I end up gagging and spluttering.
“That sounds real good, Red. Keep going,” he tells me, fisting at my hair and using it to guide me at a steady pace, ensuring that he pushes me a little too far every couple of thrusts so he can hear it again. The way he groans and how his fingers tense tighter shows me how much he likes it and it makes me even more desperate.
“I could come all over these tits.” He drags himself away from my mouth and fists one of my tits through the lace of my bra.
“Would you like that?” He knocks back more whiskey, then taking my jaw in his hand he lifts up my head and squeezes my cheeks so I open my mouth. The whiskey pours out of his mouth and into mine, and I quickly swallow it before he bites my bottom lip and forces me back onto the mattress.
