Beneath This Man (This Man Trilogy)(29)

I turn, slamming straight into a familiar, solid and very naked chest.

Oh shit!

‘Surprised to see me?’ His voice is low and threatening.

I slowly lift my gaze to his and find hooded, dark green eyes and a deadly serious expression. Dominant Jesse has arrived, and he has completely screwed my plans up.

‘A little.’ I admit.

‘Thought so. We have a small issue to resolve and we’re going to do it now.’

I stand frozen in place, dripping wet and clutching the towel. I’m completely and utterly gutted that he has caught me like this, but my disappointment doesn't prevent the stab of pleasure that’s just shot from deep in my stomach, straight into my groin. His menacing, lean frame towering all over me, accompanied by his heavy breathing, tells me I’m in no position to protest. But I just can’t help myself.

‘What if I say no?’ I whisper. There is not a chance in Hell I could ever say no to him. I’m totally calling his bluff, and he probably knows it.

‘You won’t.’ His self-assured tone pumps the blood faster through my veins.

‘I might.’ I so won’t and my small voice confirms this.

He pushes himself into me, the warm, slippery head of his erection probing at my lower stomach, prompting a small gasp of air to escape my mouth. His eyes burn with dark promise as I wait for him to make his move, anticipation having the muscles at my core convulsing.

‘Let’s not play games, Ava. We both know you’ll never say no to me.’ His fingertip trails the length of my wet arm, across my shoulder and up my neck until it reaches the hollow void under my ear.

I close my eyes. He’s got me again.

‘Do you believe in fate, Ava?’ His voice is silky smooth, but sure and serious.

I open my eyes on a frown. What is he on about? I’ve never thought about things happening for a reason. What’s his point? ‘No.’ I answer honestly.

‘I do.’ He reaches down and cups me, his hot touch making me tense further. ‘I believe that you’re supposed to be here with me, so you advising the concierge that you don’t live here just fucks…me…off.’ He accentuates the last three words clearly and sharply.

Oh, he really had me thinking we were friends by sending me the flowers. He’s still pissed about this morning?

He reaches up with his other hand and grasps my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He starts rolling, elongating my already stiff peak, and I close my eyes as I’m sliced in two by waves of pleasure. He slowly inserts two fingers inside me.

‘Oh, God.’ I moan, my head falling back, the towel dropped in favour of Jesse’s shoulders.

He takes advantage of the access to my neck and bends, pressing his lips to the centre of my throat, licking a firm, wet stroke all of the way up to my chin, his fingers sweeping big punishing circles inside me, stretching me. He’s preparing me for him.

‘I’m going to fuck you until you scream, Ava.’ His husky voice is playing havoc with my desperation for him. I have every faith he will. He seems so angry, and I’m not sure whether I should be afraid. Wouldn’t a reminder fuck remedy this little situation?

He yanks my face down to meet his eyes. He’s in control, but so frenzied too. I don’t know what to make of it. The only thing I seem to be able to concentrate on is the wildfire spreading throughout my body and slamming straight between my thighs on a powerful, determined thud.

‘Go and kneel on the end of the bed. Face the headboard.’ He throws his order at me, and I follow through immediately, taking myself to the bed, kneeling and resting my backside on my heels.

What has he got planned?

I feel his chest press up against my back and he reaches in front of me, clasping my hands and flattening my palms. Then he guides them to my breasts and circles my palms over my nipples so they lightly skim the tips, the burning friction having me pushing my breasts forward to get better contact, but he just tusks me and pulls my hands further away. I protest with a disjointed cry.

He pushes his mouth to my ear. ‘Do you trust me?’ he asks.

The question throws me. Of course I do. More than anyone. ‘With my life.’ I confirm.

I hear him growl in approval. ‘Have you ever been handcuffed, Ava?’

What?

Before I have a chance to register what is happening, my arms are yanked behind my back and a pair of handcuffs are snapped over my wrists. Where the fuck did they come from? I jiggle my wrists, hearing the metal clank.

‘Keep your arms still, Ava.’ he chastises me, letting my hands rest at the top of my bum.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!

I’ve never mentally swore so much. This is so unexpected and has just blown my truth fuck right out of the fucking water! He’s never used play things before. I do and I don’t want to stop this, but I can’t seem to utter the words.

I still myself and try my hardest to relax my arms, while I consider whether he’s done this before. I inwardly laugh. Of course he has, you stupid woman. Why didn’t I see this coming?

He leans into me. ‘Good girl.’ He pulls my pins out of my hair and runs his hands through my long waves, spreading them across my bare back.

I shiver and try to steady my erratic breathing. It’s no good. My heart is sprinting in my chest and nothing is going to slow it down. This is unknown territory to me. I have never, not for a minute, allowed myself to consider the prospect of being trussed up, defenseless and at a man’s mercy. This is ironic really. I’m at Jesse’s mercy with or without handcuffs.

He drags his fingertip slowly down the column of my spine to my arse, and then down the centre crease of my bum. Oh heck. Is that where we’re heading? I enjoyed it last time, but I wasn’t handcuffed then.

I feel his arm wrap around my lower stomach and then his other hand press into my back. ‘Down you go.’ he says softy as he eases me down to the mattress. I’m face planted on the mattress at the end on the bed with Jesse stood behind me. I’m completely exposed and vulnerable.

‘Do you realise how fucking amazing you look like this?’ His tone is full of approval, but I’ll take his word for it. This really is not me. But still, I can’t stop it. ‘I’m not going to take your arse.’ He drops a kiss at the small of my back and then I feel his solid cock skim my raw, damp flesh. A surge of relief flies through me. I don’t think I could have handled that on top of the handcuffs.

And then he is pushing at my opening.

He grips my hips harshly, making me jerk. ‘Don’t move.’ he grits through a clenched jaw, and I force myself to still. I feel him enter me, and I instinctively tense around his lush invasion. I start panting. ‘You want it all the way?’ His voice is low and dark. I don’t recognise it, but I’m desperate for full penetration.

‘Yes.’ I splutter. Oh God, help me.

He withdraws his half submerged arousal, and I moan at the loss of fullness. I need all of him. I push myself back impulsively and then feel the sharp thrash of his hand across my backside.

‘Fuck!’ I scream. The sting radiates across my cheek and my shoulders tense against the bed. What the hell?

He pushes into me but only halfway again. ‘Mouth,’ he spits. ‘Don’t move!’

I start gasping as the sting mingles with the delicious semi-invasion. ‘Jesse!’ I plead.

‘I know.’ He skates his palm across my cheek as he withdraws again, and I clench my eyes shut, willing my body to relent to my brains instructions to relax.

‘I can’t do this.’ I whimper into the mattress as I pull at the handcuffs. It’s too much and it’s come out of the blue. Or has it? Oh, I don’t know. I know his business, I know he can be animalistic during sex and I love that, but he can also be romantic, gentle and loving. Is this the next level?

‘You can do it, Ava. Remember who you’re with.’ He powers forward, slamming into me and knocking every ounce of breath from my lungs.

I scream, my throat instantly hoarse.

He pulls out slowly and controlled. ‘What did I say you would do, Ava?’ he asks on a grunt, slamming back into me again.

I can’t possibly talk. There is no air in my lungs and he is striking so deeply, my brain is being blown apart. No cognitive thought is possible, let alone speech.

He repeats the mind-blowing move. ‘Answer me!’ he roars and slaps my arse again.

‘Scream! You said I would scream!’ I choke on the words as he smashes forward again.

‘Are you screaming?’

‘Yes!’

He groans and then bangs forward again and again and again, driving me into orbit. ‘Is that good, baby?’

Oh God, it is! The sting of his slaps and the pounding of his cock have taken me to a whole new level of pleasure.

‘Where do you live, Ava?’ he shouts on another ferocious blow.

I want to cry. Cry with shock; cry with pain; cry with delight…cry with absolute mind-numbing pleasure. My brain is in meltdown and my body is wondering what the hell is going on. I can’t think or see straight. This is wild, intense and fucking amazing, but other more unwelcome thoughts are fighting to the front, worming their way into my scrambled brain. How many women has he done this to? How many women have had the pleasure of a retribution fuck? I feel sick.

‘Ava! Where the fuck do you live?’ He punches out each word. I’m numb. Numb with complete, intense, mind-blowing bliss. ‘Don’t make me ask again!’