A whimper of need tore from her throat as he added the extra finger. The delicious anticipation for more nearly pushed her into another climax, but she breathed deep, holding it off. In her position, she was tighter than when he had her lie on her back with her legs spread wide. There was no way he’d fit another one inside her.
He stayed away from her clit, but as proven earlier, she didn’t require clitoral stimulation to climax. When Sawyer dominated her, it brought her to a mental and emotional state in which she and her body lived to serve him.
In the months they’d been together, he’d taught her to come on demand. She couldn’t do it anymore—it was like losing any other skill without practice—but she could come close.
“Come on, girl. Take one more for me.” An additional finger poked at her entrance as the other three rubbed the walls inside.
She trembled from the pressure of it stretching her. “No, Master. There’s no room.”
Giving her the pain she required to become mindless, he smacked her ass hard then yanked on her hair. “Do you get to say no to your Master? There’s only one way of stopping me. Are you going to use it?”
No, she wanted him to decide when she’d had enough.
She shook her head, and he slid his finger all the way inside. He gave her only a few moments to acclimate to the girth of his digits before he began wiggling the tips of his fingers over that perfect spot that made her eyes practically roll back in her head.
All he’d have to do at this point was give her a little pain to push her over the cliff. A bite on her shoulder. A pinch of her nipple. A squeeze of her windpipe. He knew the greatest torture of all was to keep her at the cliff’s edge as long as possible without letting her drop.
The pleasure grew every second, so intense it bordered on painful. “Please, Master,” she begged. “Help me.”
“That’s right, girl. All you had to do was ask.” He grasped her face and turned it toward him. His jaw was rigid, and his eyes full of fire. “I want to see your face when I give you this gift. I want to hear my name on your lips. Stay like this.”
His hand left her face, and in the next moment, he pushed his finger into her ass, the stretch and burn of it careening her into climax.
“Sawyer!” She shouted his name in thanks, even while she cursed him for making her remember how good it was between them.
It wasn’t just her pussy that squeezed in blissful waves of climax. Every part of her, inside and out, celebrated the release.
Even her heart.
She stayed in position for several minutes, unable to find the energy to take herself to bed. Closing her eyes, she listened as Sawyer uncapped bottles of soap, cleaning himself and then her before shutting off the water.
He wrapped a warm fluffy towel around her torso and scooped her up into his arms. She tried to tell him she could walk, but she was too tired to speak.
He lowered her gently onto the crisp cool sheets of the bed and pulled the blanket up to her chin. As she began to drift off, she felt his weight depress the mattress and his lips brush her cheek.
“See?” he said softly from above her. “All you have to do is ask for help. Trust me.”
Even half asleep she realized he wasn’t talking about orgasms anymore.
He wanted answers. Why couldn’t he be satisfied with what she had to give him?
A week. Nothing more.
“I’m sorry,” she managed to whisper. “I can’t.”
She never would.
Not when asking him for help would be a death sentence.
Chapter Seven
THE LIGHTING WAS shit for such a delicate job, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Sitting in the back of his beat-up truck with the parts he’d purchased from the Home Depot store laid out in front of him, he fisted the wires and got to work.
Amazing what you could find on the Internet these days.
He rubbed his chest as a stab of regret hit him behind his sternum. If only she hadn’t left him, he wouldn’t have to go to such lengths. But she’d forced his hand.
She hadn’t changed. Hadn’t learned her lesson yet.
The woman was unyielding.
Unbreakable.
Why hadn’t she fled?
At least the desecration of her space should have raised serious doubts about Sawyer Hayes. But rather than slam the door in the man’s face, she had run into his arms.
Watching their little scene from a distance in his truck, he’d used his binoculars to see the way her eyes had softened at her old lover.
It was obvious that she still loved him.
And as long as she loved Hayes, she wouldn’t be his.
He lowered the wires to rub his temples as the pounding in his head increased. Every time he thought about her, the pain inside him grew, and he became more and more confused. Why was she cheating on him with another man when he’d given her everything?