All of a sudden, the flogging ceased, and Cole was right behind her, his clothes rubbing across her sensitive skin and his erection pressing into her lower back. Her pussy was so wet, all he had to do was lower his zipper and in a single thrust, he could be inside her. “Danielle, you pleased me very much.”
She whimpered as he pushed his fingers inside her pussy and began to fuck her with them. Awareness of their environment crept into her consciousness, and her pussy clenched around his fingers at the thought of others watching. Scorching tension wound in her lower belly, and all her muscles tightened as the inferno inside of her grew and grew and grew until Cole rubbed his thumb on her clitoris.
“Here’s your reward for being such a good girl,” Cole murmured in her ear. “Come for me now.”
Another few seconds of direct stimulation on her exposed clitoris combined with the forceful thrusting of his fingers in her sent her soaring into climax. A rush of liquid heat zinged through her body as pleasurable contractions filled her pussy, and all her tension melted away like butter.
Moments passed. Her head hanging to her chest, she sighed, completely relaxed. An arm snaked around her waist as her wrists were released from the restraints. She dropped her heavy arms to her side and rested her weight against whoever was holding her. She heard the rip of the Velcro, and then her ankles were free, although she didn’t have the strength to move her legs.
She opened her eyes and looked up to see Cole was the one with his arm around her. His brows furrowed. “Are you all right?” he asked, sounding concerned.
The world tilted and spun, shiny spots distorting her vision. His face disappeared.
She heard him say her name.
Then . . .
Nothing.
Chapter Fifteen
SHE WAS HOT.
Too hot.
Had she fallen asleep by the pool? It wouldn’t be the first time. She loved to lie out on the lounge chair and read, but usually the maid or Tasha would wake her up before she burned.
Tasha.
Her heart thumped violently, and panic squeezed her throat.
She opened her eyes to complete darkness and tried to move, but there was a foreign weight on her legs.
“Shh. It’s okay. Go back to sleep,” Cole whispered from behind her.
She felt the mattress beneath her hip and realized she was in Cole’s arms, one of them below her head and the other spread over her waist. He’d also thrown a leg over hers, effectively holding her captive.
Cole DeMarco was spooning her. And she was naked.
How the hell did they get here?
“What happened?” she asked, her voice raspy.
His hand brushed over her hip bone, back and forth, soothing her. “You fainted after the flogging, so I carried you upstairs. You woke up, mumbled it wasn’t time to get out of bed yet, and passed out again. I didn’t want to leave you, in case there was something medically wrong. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you hadn’t slept in days.”
She hadn’t. “How long did I sleep?”
“Six hours.”
Peering over her shoulder, she covered his hand with hers. “You stayed here the whole time?” Her mind was alert and her muscles relaxed, as if she’d slept much longer.
On a sigh, he removed his leg and tipped her hip toward him, propelling her onto her other side to face him. “I didn’t mind. It’s been years since I’ve gotten to take a nap.”
“But you have so many other things to do.” She didn’t know what to do with her hands. The intimacy of their positions on the bed would suggest she place them on his chest or shoulders or . . . lower. His own hand had returned to her waist, his fingers subtly sinking into her flesh. She could move closer, throw her leg around his thigh as he had done, only from this side, she could level his hardness between her thighs and bump her tingling clit against it. Her mouth grew dryer as her pussy grew wetter, and she fought against the urge to squeeze her thighs together, knowing Cole would guess his effect on her.
“Nothing was more important than staying with you.” He brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “Now, are you going to tell me the truth?”
Feeling as though the room was suddenly devoid of air, she sat up and brought the sheet with her to cover her chest. “The truth? What do you mean?”
He stared at her for a moment, a notch forming between his brows. “You were exhausted. Aren’t you sleeping at night?”
Relieved that’s all he’d meant, she waved her hand. “You know what it’s like. New state. New bed. Loads of new information running through my mind.”
“You had a nightmare while you slept today.” He came up on his forearm, and the hand of his other arm skimmed her knee. “You kept calling for Tasha.”