Love My Pain (Cape Falls Book 6)(26)

Not that she didn’t want to either. This wasn’t just about what Edward wanted. This was about what they both wanted, what they both craved. She had fantasized about this room, and what he would do to her body.

Edward held out his hand, and she placed hers inside his. He pulled her to her feet, and pulled her close, his hand splayed at her back just above her ass.

“Seeing you waiting for me turned me on and pleased me so much.”

“I’m glad.”

He pressed his head against hers, and they swayed from side to side. She was aware of his body against hers. The way he was rock hard. She had watched him work out several times. All the time she had been wet while he did it. Watching Edward captivated her. Being with him made her believe in a future she had thought wasn’t possible for her.

Edward ran the tips of his fingers up and down her spine. With each downward slide, he went closer to her ass until he finally ran the tip of his finger down the crease of her ass. He stepped away and stared at her body.

She did have an overwhelming need to cover up, but she held back. This wasn’t what she wanted to do. She didn’t want to hide from him. He was the one person she wanted to remain open to.

“Look at me, Isabel,” he said.

Staring into his eyes was easy. Each time she did it, she felt like she was losing herself all over again. Unlike so many times in the past, when she looked at Edward she didn’t see nothing. He didn’t see nothing when he looked at her. He saw her. To Edward she existed in his world, in his life, and it was more than enough to make her grounded.

“I want you to go and lie on the bed. Spread your thighs for me.”

She smiled. He always wanted her to spread her thighs for him. Even when they were in bed together, he’d have her lying completely open for him to look his fill.

Sliding onto the bed, she eased back and opened her thighs.

“Now I want you to play with that pretty pussy, Isabel. I want to watch you tease that clit, and I want to watch as you come, but only when I say so. You cannot just come. I need to know that you’ve earned it.”

She nodded. Isabel didn’t know how she was going to do it, but for Edward, she would.

Sliding her fingers between her thighs, she watched him. For a couple of minutes, he stared between her thighs, watching, waiting, and then he moved. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. He pulled up his shirt, throwing it toward the chair where she had neatly folded her clothes. Next, he removed his jeans, and then his boxer briefs until he stood completely naked in front of her. His cock was rock hard, pressing forward. She licked her lips, wanting him in her mouth.

Edward moved toward the bed and ran his hands down her thighs. When she went to stop, he shook his head. “I don’t want you to stop. Keep going.”

She was panting, but she continued to play with her clit as he watched. He was so close, his cock so close to her.

It was almost too much for her to imagine that he would want her, want to fuck her.

The moment she looked into his eyes, she saw the heat, the need, and it mirrored hers completely.





Chapter Eight



Seeing Isabel waiting for him in a submissive pose had really struck him hard. Edward watched as she slid her fingers through her slit, getting them nice and juicy. Her clit was so swollen as it peeked out of its hood, glinting at him. He licked his lips, wanting a taste of her, and holding himself back.

Tonight he was going to fuck her.

Tonight he was going to make her his.

There was no turning back.

There was no other way. He needed to have her as his own. Gripping her knees, he watched as she shuddered, moaning his name as she fingered herself.

Most of the women he took as a submissive, he demanded they call him “Sir” or “Master”. All he wanted to hear from Isabel’s lips was the sound of his own name as she came. He would never get bored of hearing his name, especially when it was during her orgasm.

Caressing down the inside of her thighs, he teased her, grazing over the fine hairs of her pussy before pulling away. She arched up toward his touch, and he smiled. Giving her inner thigh a little slap, he shook his head. “No, you don’t get to have my touch yet. I want to watch you.”

“Yes, Edward.”

“Tell me, sweet Isabel, have you been thinking about me like this?” She nodded. “You’ve been thinking about bringing me down here?” Again, a nod. “Using this equipment.” Edward watched her nod her head again. “Tell me what you have thought about.”

She bit her lip, and when she stopped stroking her clit, he gave her hand a little slap. “I’ve not told you to stop.”

Her fingers started to move again, and only when he was satisfied, he stared into her eyes. “You were saying.”