He picked up the heavily buzzing Hitachi and pressed it to her clit. She groaned from behind the silk gag. He did it again, this time holding it there firmly, and her hips began to buck immediately.
“That’s right. I want you to come, princess. Over and over and over, until you can’t take anymore. And then I want you to come again. Again and again. And to ensure that happens—and to leave my hands free for other uses—I’m going to strap this to you with the belts you had in your very handy sea chest.”
He did as he said, crossing the leather belts over her pelvis and buckling them tightly against the big vibrator, adjusting the humming Hitachi wand until he was sure he had it seated just right against her clitoris. Then he sat back to watch the color rise in her cheeks, even on her chest, her succulent breasts beneath the gorgeous caramel skin. In moments she began to shake, then twitch, then scream behind the gag as she came. His dick was twitching, too, the pressure building. Taking it in his hand, he started a light, feathering stroke, then reached down and forced the lips of her sex apart with his fingers. She was soaking wet. He slid his fingers in her soft, damp flesh, then pushed two inside her and went for her G-spot, stroking firmly. And instantly she was coming again, that same growling yell rising from deep in her throat as her inner walls clenched around his plunging fingers.
“Again,” he ordered, thrusting hard into her, his hand going a little numb from the rumbling vibration of the Hitachi.
She came once more, her body shaking, that low growl turning into a scream that left her panting and left his cock ready to explode.
“You’re about to come again for me, princess.”
She shook her head, her green eyes glazed, and he saw her fighting it—the impossible task of resisting another orgasm as well as her submission to him. But he would make her do it—make her, and have her like it. He wanted her to give herself over. Wanted to see her yield to him, this strong, powerful woman. Oh, yeah, that made it so much better.
Letting his cock go, he stood and pressed down onto the wand with his foot, applying the slightest bit of pressure. Her eyes went wider as she began to climax once more, this time her entire body jerking, her neck and back arching up off the floor, and it was the hottest thing he’d seen in his life. She came and came—it was a full minute or more before it eased off, leaving her panting. Leaving him so hard, needing her so badly, he couldn’t wait a moment longer.
He bent and tore the gag from her mouth, yanked the belts from her body and tossed the Hitachi aside. He was almost inside her before he had to stop, biting his lip hard.
“Need a damn condom. God-fucking-damn it.”
He fumbled on the floor for the string of condoms he’d pulled from the chest, and it took a few endless moments before he managed to sheathe himself. Then he grabbed her calves, lifted her legs until they were on his shoulders, and plowed into her all at once.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her soaking-wet pussy taking him easily.
Still, she was so beautifully tight he had to hold still a moment, commanding his system to calm. But it was all desperate heat with her, every single moment between them. All he could do was fuck her and hope he managed to last more than a minute.
“Yes, lovely,” he murmured, fighting the surge of pleasure that jolted his body even as he slowly pulled back, his hard flesh sliding out inch by excruciating inch. “This may hurt,” he warned her.
“Make it hurt,” she panted. “I want it to.”
“You may have just said that to the wrong man.”
He arched hard into her, shivering with the pure pleasure of being inside her. He pulled back and did it again, trying to measure out his pace, to hold something back. But it was Layla, and at this point control was impossible.
Not a good thing for a Dom, man.
No. But he was too full of stark, raving need to give that fact more than a passing thought. All he could do was begin a hard, punishing stroke, gliding like stone against silk in and out, faster, faster. All he could do was take in her wide glassy gaze, the fullness of her beautiful mouth as she bit down on her lip, the curve of her slender shoulders. Lord, this woman was full of gorgeous curves: hips, breasts, that incredible ass.
That incredible ass.
He groaned. Forced himself to stop.
“Layla.”
“Hmm? Don’t stop, Duff. Please.”
He bent and ran his teeth along the edge of her jaw, nipping at her earlobe, trying to get his body to calm enough for him to get the words out. But the anticipation was making him feel as if he would burst, his climax already a sharp pulse at the base of his cock.
Finally he was able to mutter, “Time for me to take that sweet ass of yours, princess.”
“I . . . Oh.”
He slid out of her long enough to wrap his hands around her slender waist and bend her over the side of the bed. He uncuffed her hands, massaged her wrists for a moment, then tossed the cuffs onto the bed.
“You have lube in that sea chest, lovely?”
“Yes.”
He leaned over and saw it right away, picked up the bottle and squeezed a little onto one finger. “All right. Breathe in . . . Good.” He pressed his lubed fingertip to that small, tight spot between the beautiful curve of her ass cheeks. “Now exhale, nice and slow.”
Massaging her hole with his finger, he reached around with his other hand and began to massage her clitoris, which was swollen from the working-over she’d had with the Hitachi.
“Oh, yeah. Still so sensitive, yes, princess? But I like you like that. I like it when it hurts to feel good. And I think you do, too, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I like it when it hurts. I love when the pain and the pleasure meld together. When I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.”
He slipped the fingertip in.
“Oh! Oh . . .” She moaned as he began to move just the tip in and out. “God, I love that.”