“So your reason for being here . . . to learn how to please him, you made that up?”
The lies upon lies she had to tell were giving her a headache. “I don’t know the details, but he’s confided in the past that he’s dabbled with BDSM. So I didn’t lie to you, per se. It’s just I have no intention of ever sleeping with him. Why do you even care?” Or for that matter, what was he doing here in her room?
“I don’t know. I just do.” He stalked nearer. “Cassandra came my office to tell me you did a scene with Logan.”
So her instincts had been right. Cassandra had been nice to her just to get her into trouble. “We didn’t—”
“I know. I spoke with Logan. Even though you were only practicing negotiating a scene, I still don’t like it.” He stopped in front of her and slipped his arms around her waist.
Her body arched into his, and she steadied herself by gripping his arms. “Why?”
“Because when I think of you, only one word comes to mind.”
She couldn’t catch her breath. “What word?”
“Mine,” he growled, crashing his mouth against hers in a claim of possession.
Her head spun as she tried to catch up with her body. His hands cradled her ass, and as he lifted her off the ground, she wound her arms and legs around him, furiously accepting everything he had to give. He ate at her mouth with an intensity fueled with desperation. She didn’t know what had changed from the time she’d left the art gallery, but she didn’t want to stop to question it and lose her chance to make love with him one more time.
Why worry about the future when she had this moment? She’d cherish each experience as if it were a precious gift. And maybe when they left each other’s lives for good, they’d leave a little of themselves behind.
Without breaking the seal of their lips, he staggered to the window and pressed her back against the cold glass. She rocked her naked pussy against him, back and forth, to create the friction her swelling clitoris craved. A thousand tiny sparks danced down her spine and through her pussy.
How many times would it take until her body was satisfied? She’d already climaxed tonight both in the dungeon and the gallery, and still she hungered for more.
He set her to her feet and yanked her dress over her head, his scorching gaze raking over her, pebbling her nipples and making goose bumps pop up on her arms. He swiped his long finger into her pussy and pulled it out, bringing it to her lips. “Taste us.”
She sucked his finger into her mouth. The mixed salty tang of his come and her juices were sharp on her tongue. She moaned, her body quivering from the eroticism.
“Turn around, put your hands on the glass, and stick that ass out for me.”
Her body on fire, she followed his commands. Anyone in the backyard could look up and see her. It was unlikely, but the idea of it caused her pussy to clench. Standing right beside her, he gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place. He gave her no warning before his other hand smacked her ass. Heat quickly bloomed as she surrendered to the pain. Again and again, he spanked her, each blow sending vibrations through her pussy and to her clitoris.
Unknowingly, she’d removed one hand from the window and covered her breast with it. She caressed the heavy flesh and plucked at her nipple, sending shards of heat down to her needy clit.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Cole said. “Pinch that nipple hard for me.”
Her legs shook, and she cried out as she squeezed her nipple as hard as she could and then pulled.
“You like pain with your pleasure,” Cole said as he spanked her once again. “Now that we know that, we’ll have to readdress your soft and hard limits.” He kneaded the fiery cheeks of her ass, then drifted his fingers up and down her crack. Unsure of what he’d do next, she clenched her ass. “No, baby. You can’t keep me out. I’m going to claim that ass. Not now, but soon.”
He squatted behind her, and his tongue traced her crack before he spread her cheeks and pressed his tongue deeper. Heat filled her belly and spread outward, sending her heart into triple time and curling her toes. What he was doing was dirty and sinful, but it felt too damn good to stop him.
His tongue disappeared, and she sucked in a breath when he pushed the tip of one finger inside. “You’re so tight. I wouldn’t fit inside without hurting you. We’ll have to work up to it. Start you wearing a plug to stretch you to take me.”
Her throat grew dry. “Will the plug hurt?” She didn’t like the idea of sticking something cold and foreign inside her bottom. But she couldn’t deny she wanted him to claim her every way he could.