“No,” I whispered, breathing hard. “I’d beg. I’d beg you to use me. To hurt me. To do whatever you want to me.” I tilted my head so that I could see a little bit of him. “You make me feel, Cole. And oh, god, I want to feel more.”
His weight pressing on my back lessened a little. “What the hell did you say?”
“I mean it, Cole. I’ve never—”
“Done this?”
“No. I mean, yes. I’ve never done this. But I’ve never—” I drew in a breath. Considering he had me naked over the side of a couch with my ass in the air, I was being ridiculously prudish and shy with my words. “I’ve never been this turned on. That’s what I wanted to say.”
Gentle hands closed around my waist as he helped me stand. Then he moved to the sofa, sat properly, and tugged me down as well so that I was straddling him, my knees on the cushions on either side of him, and my sex completely open to him.
He took full advantage of the position, and thrust three fingers inside of me. “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me how you feel.”
“Aroused,” I said.
“No—ride me while you talk.”
“I—what?”
The hand that wasn’t twisting lazily inside me was on my waist, and in demonstration it eased me up and then back down again so that I was fucking his fingers. “I don’t think I can do this with my hands tied.”
“You’ll do that and more,” he promised. “Right now, I want you to tell me.”
I lifted myself, my thigh muscles straining a bit as it had been a while since I’d had a decent workout. But it was worth it. I sank deep on him, hard, and he thrust upward each time I pistoned down, driving himself deeper and deeper inside me. He was filling me, and the sensation was magnificent.
And that, coupled with the brush of his hand against my clit, had my whole body tingling with promise. And, yes, with the hope that maybe—just maybe—I would actually explode in Cole’s arms tonight.
He reached out and twisted my nipple hard, an interesting touch that had me gasping as a billion electrical sparks seemed to skitter all over my body to finally gather at my clit, taking me closer—so very much closer.
“You’ve stopped talking,” Cole said. “I want to hear. Tell me. Make me feel what you feel.”
“You’ve set me on fire. Like those stunt players who let the blue flames writhe all over their body. I think I’m the flame, Cole. I feel like my whole body is my center. Like you could brush the pad of your thumb over my nipples and I’d explode into a million pieces.”
“They are wonderfully sensitive,” he said, teasing my areola by drawing soft lazy circles, then flicking my sensitive nipple hard with his fingertip.
I cried out in surprise when he did that, and my sex clenched tight around his fingers, still deep inside me.
“I think the lady likes that. We’ll have to try nipple clamps next time,” he said, and I almost wept with joy knowing that there would be a next time.
I didn’t know exactly what I’d found in Cole’s arms. A new side of myself? A new type of pleasure? Was it just Cole I would react this way for? Or had I discovered an as-yet-unexplored side of my sexuality?
I didn’t know. All I knew for certain was that I would do whatever he wanted me to.
“Considering how hard I am and that I’ve got my hand in your cunt, this may seem out of the blue. But you crossed the line into bitch mode today, Catalina.”
“Bitch mode! I did not. I was just—”
“And that requires a punishment,” he said, firmly enough to shut me up.
“Oh.” I squirmed a bit, which had some rather delicious results from the way I rubbed against his hand.
“Have you ever been spanked?”
“No.” I meant it literally. I’d never even been spanked as a child.
“Turn around,” he said as he withdrew his fingers. “Over my knee.”