“Are you saying I should fear you?”
“No. I’m saying you should trust me. It’s you who finds that prospect frightening.”
He withdrew his finger and came down partially over her, reaching and opening the top drawer on the bedside table. Alice just laid there, his reply silencing her soundly. He straightened and opened the cap on what she recognized as a bottle of lubricant. His expression appeared hard and focused as he liberally lubricated two fingers. Alice found the vision of his long thick fingers shining from the fluid both intensely erotic and intimidating at once.
He fastened the cap and moved it aside on the mattress. He placed one hand on her shin and gently rolled back her hips several inches.
“Try to relax,” he said.
She started to say something sarcastic, but the sensation of him pushing his forefinger into her ass silenced her. At first, it felt a little uncomfortable. Her gaze locked onto his like she thought it would save her. His eyes were so deep and enigmatic. So compelling. He slid his finger in her to the knuckle and then slowly began to fuck her with it.
Her lips parted in aroused wonder, and a moan slipped between them.
“That’s right, just give in to it,” he said, watching her expression like a hawk. “Keep your hips rolled back,” he demanded, letting go of her knee.
She moaned loudly. He’d started to rub her clit with the thumb of his left hand. She was very slippery. Hot. It felt delicious. He penetrated her ass more firmly. Faster.
She looked up at him incredulously. He looked pleased.
“I know you’re a virgin in this way,” he said after a minute of stimulating her.
“How do you know that?” she squeaked.
“Your reaction. The first time I touched you there.”
She recalled the incident of which he spoke. It’d been the first night she’d come here to Castle Durand. Dylan had touched her ass during a particularly intense moment of lovemaking. Alice had started at the unfamiliar sensation, betrayed her na?veté.
“I was just surprised,” she said through a soughing breath. Something about the anal stimulation in combination with the clitoral was making her hot. Her cheeks and the bottom of her suspended feet began to burn. Her nipples were hard and achy. Her clit positively sizzled.
“You aren’t surprised now,” he said, and she noticed his gaze fixed on her breasts and erect nipples. “Take another finger.”
Her eyes sprang wide as he inserted his second lubricated finger into her along with the first. She gave a shaky cry.
“Push against me, baby. Don’t resist. It’ll make it easier on you,” he instructed. Alice struggled to comply. His thumb pressed harder on her clit. Faster. As if he pushed a magic button, both of his fingers slid fully into her ass.
“Oh,” she exclaimed softly at the sensation of fullness and pressure. He immediately began to fuck her with his fingers.
“Nice tight little ass,” he said thickly. He watched himself penetrate her. Alice’s excitement pitched higher.
“Fuck me there. I’m ready.”
“You’re horny. That’s not the same thing as ready,” he shot back, still watching his fingers slide in and out of her ass with a narrowed gaze.
“No, no . . . I’m ready,” she gasped. She bobbed her hips, getting more friction on her ass and clit. She shut her eyes, reveling in the pleasure, reaching for release. “It feels so good. I’m going to come. Fuck me with your big cock. Please.”
Crack.
Her eyes sprang open at the stinging slap on her buttock. Dylan stared down at her, his eyes stormy, his nostrils slightly flared, his mouth clamped tight.
“You fucking little hedonist.”
Her mouth fell open in surprise at his words. She couldn’t decide if he was angry at her or praising her. Knowing Dylan as she did, she’d guess both. There was a savage edge to his tone. He reached between his thighs and rubbed the considerable bulge there.
“It might hurt,” he said, holding her stare as he massaged his erection through his jeans.
“A lot?” she asked, uncertainty trickling in to her thick arousal.
“Not a lot. I’ll be as careful as I can this first time. But now isn’t the time to test me. Do you understand, Alice?” he asked through a clamped jaw.
“Yes,” she said, a little cowed by his intensity.
“Don’t sabotage this. Don’t try to prove to yourself that you shouldn’t trust me.”
“What? I wouldn’t!” she denied hotly. It took a moment for his meaning to settle in. He was worried she’d goad him until he took her forcefully, and then use it as another reason for distrusting him.
“No,” she said, somber now. “I won’t. I promise.”