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Jasmine’s nipples tightened, and so did her throat. When she finally managed to speak, her voice was husky. “You’re four minutes late.”
Aaron’s eyes remained on her face as he stepped over the threshold, grabbed the door and pushed it shut. His voice was as strangled as hers had been. “In three minutes you won’t care.”
Jasmine arched a brow. “Oh?”
He didn’t respond to the implied query with words. Instead, he placed his hands on her waist and backed her up until her shoulders bumped the wall. Resting one hand on her hip, Aaron moved the other to the wall beside her head. He levered himself back so he could take in her appearance in another thorough assessment.
He noted, “You’re dressed.”
“Something tells me in two minutes I won’t be.”
“Two minutes?” Aaron slid his hand from her hip to her bare thigh, his touch sure and steady. “You credit me with a lot of patience.”
He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist. The dress slid upward, exposing her. The move surprised Jasmine, but not as much as when he slipped his hand between their bodies and, without so much as a how-do-you-do, sought out her slick opening.
“Oh!” Jasmine gasped, sure she’d never sounded so naïvely shocked in all her life, when Aaron probed her entrance. He sank in up to the knuckle and wiggled his finger, causing answering ripples to move up and down her channel.
His voice rumbled next to her ear when he dipped his head to nuzzle her there. “Hmm, wet. Have you been thinking about me?”
“Don’t…flatter…” The pithy retort went unfinished as Jasmine lost her smartass abilities. Aaron bit her gently on the earlobe, his hot breath combined with the sharpness of his teeth causing erotic responses to fire through every nerve ending. Pure sexual yearning rendered her mute.
He moved his teeth to her neck and scraped them over the soft skin she exposed when she tilted her head compliantly to the side. Sensation burned from that spot downward—to her hardened nipples, her clenched stomach, and to the molten spot between her legs where Aaron fingered her with impudent ease. She thrust her hips into his touch, helpless to do otherwise.
“I’m going to fuck this tight cunt now.”
The growled, filthy promise drew a moan from Jasmine, a needy animal sound. She bit her lip to keep from protesting aloud when he withdrew his finger and reached into his back pocket for something. He watched her face as he lowered his zipper, the sound causing Jasmine’s inner walls to flutter with eager anticipation.
She remained still, surprised into silence by the speed with which this had happened, by Aaron’s commanding, sexy-as-hell manner. Her mind registered the ripping of foil, knew it meant he was close, so close to being inside her. And dear God she needed that so much.
His grip was tight on her leg as he held her open. He leaned his body into hers, the material of his shirt brushing the front of her dress. Her breasts ached to be touched, to be sucked and pinched, but there was no time. Aaron’s cock was there, hard and ready. With one thrust he conquered her.
Jasmine’s head fell back, hitting the wall as pleasure overcame her. She barely felt the bump, but Aaron slipped his free hand into her hair, cradling her head to protect it as he plunged into her again.
He held her like that—against the wall, against him—and started a rhythm that soon became frenetic. Jasmine kept one foot planted on the floor, the other around Aaron’s waist, unable to move, not wanting to, as Aaron fucked her, hard and full, just the way she needed him to. His hand tangled in her hair as he rasped words close to her ear. “So fucking sexy…had to have you…want you to come.”
As though his words had called to her body, the tingles started deep inside her, radiating outward, growing in intensity, until her very pulse became one with the throbbing response between her legs
Damien knelt between her spread legs, releasing the ropes, coasting his touch up her thighs to the juncture.
Oh God, she chanted in her head.
Damien passed his fingers through her folds.
“You’re wet,” he said.
She whimpered, unable to form words.
He spread her labia and she closed her eyes, too vulnerable at that moment to watch. She gripped the ropes and let her head drop back again, waiting for a more intimate touch.
His lips wrapped around her clit and her spine bowed up, the air rushed from her lungs, and for a single moment the world seemed to pause.
That was not what she’d expected.
Damien’s tongue flicked the bundle of nerves back and forth while he kneaded her ass in his palms.
Her breath stuttered in her chest and her pussy clenched on nothing, and yet she arched farther into the ropes. She opened her mouth on a silent shout as her body convulsed, the delicate muscles in her channel spasmed, and the delicious release of climax washed over her. Just a little one, enough to leave her gasping for breath, her head spinning.
She pried her eyes open, to find Damien watching her as he pressed a kiss to her thigh.
“Again,” he said.
“What?” she panted.
He didn’t repeat himself.
Damien gently brushed his fingers over her clit, pulling the hood back.
“Oh God,” she whispered. If this was his idea of payback, she’d make sure he always owed her.
His mouth settled on her clit, hot and raw against the little bundle of nerves. Her body, sensitized and strung tight, quaked despite the small respite. He rubbed his tongue over it, and this time she couldn’t tear her gaze away. He stared at her while he teased her opening with his fingers. He saw down to the depths of her soul while his mouth made love to her, demanding the rise and fall of her breath, the pounding of her heart.
“I can’t,” she sobbed.
His gaze said, Yes you can.
She gripped the ropes and moved her hips, urging his fingers faster. Heat rose on her cheeks, spread to her chest, warming her body. Multiple orgasms weren’t something she’d done more than a few times, but he’d played her body with expertise before.
Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, blossoming into lust. She tossed her head back and groaned, reaching for the ropes and stretching, arching into it. Damien stroked her through it, prolonging the sweet torture of release without his cock.
“That’s it,” he whispered, stroking her thighs, and up to her stomach.
She sagged, the second release taking all of her energy.
Damien brushed his fingers over a nipple and a sensation like an electric charge zapped through her. She gasped and jumped, snapping her eyes wide open.
He chuckled and leaned against her, some of his weight falling on her and the ropes, but not too much to bear.
“Time to remove these.”
He stroked the other breast and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The clamps came off with a little tug; he did both at the same time. She groaned as blood rushed into the peaks. Maybe the clamps were stronger than she thought.
Damien didn’t give her any respite. He rubbed his palms over the abused flesh. She whimpered, trying to move away, but he had her captured, completely at his mercy. Or lack thereof. Pain turned to pleasure and she arched into his hold.
Whatever he wanted of her, she was willing to offer.
Damien pulled away from her and she whimpered at the loss of his body, the weight that pressed the ropes into her skin, and his heat.
“Shh, sweetness, I’m here. I’ll always take care of you,” he whispered, stroking her body, drawing trails down her chest and stomach, up her legs. “I’m going to fuck you now, unless you want down.”
“No,” she wailed.
“Don’t take me down, not yet. Please, sir.”
He cupped her face, swiping his thumb across her cheek. “You’re flying hard, aren’t you?”
Poppy knew he didn’t mean the ropes. She nodded.
“You have to open those eyes. Watch me fuck you. Know who it is inside you.”
She pried her eyes open again, unsure when she’d closed them, and peered up at him. Her muscles were starting to ache, and she would have rope burn, but those physical reminders would be her most precious possession. Because he’d given them to her. He’d given her this.
Damien rocked back on his heels and she realized for the first time that he was completely naked. His big, black cock jutted toward her. Again she wondered how he’d fit last time, and if he would now. She hoped so. She ached to feel him again.
He ripped open a condom and rolled it on. His gaze slid to her and she froze. Not that she was allowed much movement, but she stilled. Her body swayed on the ropes, not having gotten the memo.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against her opening. He grasped the ropes suspending her hips and pulled. His length slid into her channel and she gasped at the intrusion. Slick from orgasm, her muscles stretched around him. She groaned as he pulled the ropes again, impaling her further on his length.
This was completely new. Not only was her mind soaring, her body was floating on air.
Damien grasped the harness around her hips and thrust deep, seating himself fully in her channel. Her eyes fluttered wide and she gasped, feeling every inch of him. Her toes curled and she dug her nails into the rope.
They froze for a moment, each breathing heavily, gazes locked.
He moved first, grasping the chest harness with one hand and hauling her upright, into a sitting position, and taking her mouth in a savage kiss. He thrust up into her and she squealed against him.
“Hold on to the ring.” His voice was low and rough.
She did as he told her, grasping the ring, which changed the position entirely. Now she faced him, but still she was suspended.
Damien held on to her hips and thrust. Her breath stuttered out and her head rolled back on her shoulders.
He touched all of her, every nerve ending and secret place. The drag of flesh on flesh urged her ever higher.
He withdrew and thrust hard, but didn’t stop. With the harness restraining her, he had complete control. Again and again he thrust deep, pushing her further up.
She came on a shout, moaning out her release as he continued to pound into her, and the room resounded with their lovemaking, raw and primal.
Damien came in a series of frenzied thrusts, freezing at the last second to bite down on her shoulder, muting his shout of release. She hissed, but didn’t begrudge him another mark on her body. He’d branded her his, and even if this was a passing relationship, a little piece of her would always belong to him, and that was a terrifying thought.
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