"You really want to degrade yourself, Cara?"
Her eyes dropped to her fingertips, forehead creasing, taking her time to respond. "I don't see it that way at all." She shook her head before lifting those mesmerizing eyes, roving about my face, caressing. "I'm pleasuring the man I love. What's so degrading with that? Your pleasures are mine, too. I'd rather you indulge them with me than … you know … with another woman."
Flabbergasted at this new turn of events, I gawked at the sexually awakened minx who was offering my fantasies on a platter.
"I don't know … it'll make it harder to move on if all I do is look forward to the next time I get to have you." She had been so fucking amazing tonight. She hadn't complained. Anything I wanted, she had followed without thought. It was as if she had no mind of her own. She had simply taken what I gave her. If she were in some sort of discomfort, I wouldn't have known it.
And now she was offering continuous use of her body, handing me complete power over her? This whole dominance thing could really get into a guy's head. It was the ultimate weapon, a technique to make a man loyal and enslaved to one woman. A tale as old as time. Sex … the best sex of your life.
"I'm worth it. You know I am." Her eyes sparkled, challenging me to take the bait.
We had broken up. My dead heart could attest to that. But my cock … My cock found a new addiction. In the form of submission.
Cara drove a hard bargain. Using the very weapon I couldn't get enough of-my devastating addiction to her. She knew … Oh, she knew just how much her body did things to me. I fucked her in her sleep all the damn time because I craved her to distraction. I was mental for her. She knew offering her body, no holds barred, would really cause me to think twice.
If she intended to trap me, Cara understood how to achieve it.
Chapter Nineteen
Cara
"Cara … " River hesitated, torn between his mind and what his body needed. "Let me think on it. I'll give you my answer before you leave tomorrow."
I nodded before I timidly sought the other side of the bed and tried to sleep. Normally, River and I would be tangled together after mind-blowing sex, but tonight was the first time I fell asleep without his arms around me.
Something had to give. Whatever he required, I would endure just to have him back. I was desperate and would do anything to stop him from permanently walking away.
I loved him, and by giving him this option, I hoped he understood that this was my way of groveling. It was surprising, but the moment I had him in my mouth and seeing how livid he had become, I craved more of that look, that fierce desire that echoed within me, that need to seek for that ultimate goal of cataclysmic release.
It was late. Almost five in the morning. My back was turned, but I could feel him positioned against the headboard, still weighing things out. He wouldn't be able to resist my offer. I knew him too well. I blew him away in every literal sense. I unleashed a new hunger that couldn't be satiated with anyone else. He would eventually cave; he was just prolonging my suffering.
A soft smile crossed my lips as I closed my eyes, recalling how River dominated me. I clenched and unclenched my vaginal muscles, sore beyond repair. It throbbed, yearning for more. Even in my swollen state, I would welcome him again and again.
This couldn't be goodbye. It just couldn't be.
It was almost noon when I began to awake, in the usual manner, with River plunging between my thighs.
"Morning baby." A sleepy smile played at my lips as I lifted my pelvis to meet his furious thrusts, opening wider for him. I slept naked for a reason. River always sought release, and that afterthought was immensely rewarded.
By the time he came, I was ready for another nap.
His chest heaved as he kissed my breasts, showering them with attention while his cock throbbed inside me, milked to the last drop.
There was nothing more precious or beautiful than seeing the man who owns your heart, spent and pleasured, after taking great liberties on your body.
Reaching out, I raked my fingers over his head, loving the intimacy we were sharing.
"Should I take this as your answer?" I spoke softly, careful not to push the issue yet needing reassurance.
His heart thudded against my belly as he looked up with his lips against my nipple, sporting a look that didn't bring good news. "It's selfish of me, but I couldn't resist you … But I haven't made up my mind yet."