She shifted and then she really felt vulnerable. She’d only thought she knew what vulnerable meant, but being on her hands and knees, waiting for her lover to shove a piece of plastic up her asshole, was something else entirely.
“Do you know why I want to fuck your arse?” His words floated in from the bathroom.
“Not really.”
“Because I want to have you every single way a man can have a woman. I want to know you in every possible way I can. And because it’s going to feel like heaven. I’m crazy about your pussy. I promise, I’ll fill your pussy up every chance I get, but your sweet arse is going to be my indulgence.” His every word was a dark promise. Of pleasure. Of intimacy.
He stepped back in, that plug in his hands. He’d taken off his shirt and shoes, leaving him in nothing but a worn pair of jeans that hung low on his hips. He was a decadent dream Dom.
He sank down into the plush chair she usually read in before she went to bed. He sat back like a king on a throne. “You’re a very obedient sub. I can see you’re going to make it hard on me. I’ll have to find reasons to spank you. I’ll do it because there’s nothing I’ll like more than having you over my lap. That’s an idea. Come over here and drape yourself over my lap.”
She would have thought that crawling across the floor toward a man would make her feel small, but she imagined herself a sleepy cat. A wild thing in need of attention. His cock was bulging against the denim he wore and his eyes were hot as he watched her move his way. She felt every muscle in her body, every inch of her skin as she crossed the distance between them. Her breasts felt heavy, but it was a good feeling. They were heavy with want she knew would soon be fulfilled.
She felt graceful and sexy as she placed herself across his lap. Between the rough feel of the denim against her belly and the warmth of his hand on her back, she was caught in sensation. The last of the stress and fear of the day seemed to leach from her system, and she was wholly ready to be his, open to the experience he was going to give her.
“Or I could simply slap this arse because it’s mine.”
She gasped at the sudden pain that wracked through her as he brought his hand down. It was sharp and sent a wave of pure heat roaring across her.
“I’ll slap it because I love how hot you look when your cheeks are pink and perfect.”
Another smack had her holding on to his leg and gritting her teeth, but she knew what was coming after. The pain and the heat, and then a rush of lust. It shot directly to her core and she was getting wet and ready for him.
He smacked her cheeks again and she realized she could get addicted to this. Owen Shaw might become her drug of choice if she let him.
She gritted her teeth as he continued to spank her. It was a ritual. Grit teeth. Moan. Let the heat sink into her bones. Yearn. Begin again. Over and over he put her through it, punctuating each slap of her flesh with sweet words. He told her how gorgeous she was, how much he wanted her, how he thought about her every minute of the day. The words sank in as much as the physical sensation. Something infinitely warm had opened up inside her.
“You like this,” Owen said, his hand moving between her legs.
She forced herself to breath as his fingers brushed against her pussy. It was a light thing, so much less than she needed. And yet she found herself arching against him. “I love it. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”
“And I know you like this. Hold still or I’ll stop what I’m doing.” His fingers pressed against her pussy, sliding in because she was so damn wet. “I love how hot you get for me.”
She’d never been this hot for anyone before. It took everything she had to remain still as he fucked her with his fingers. His thumb came up and rubbed against her clit.
“I want you to come for me. I want you to come all around my fingers and then it’s going to be my time. You’ll do anything I ask tonight, won’t you, my sweet sex toy?”
She would do anything at all for him tonight as long as he kept doing this to her. “Yes, Owen.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” He picked up the pace, fucking his fingers deep inside her pussy and rotating them as he pressed down on her clitoris.
It wasn’t more than a few moments before she was clutching his jeans and calling out his name as the orgasm pierced through her.
She was still shaking, coming down from the high when he pulled his fingers out.
“I bet you’ve never felt this either.” There was a deep chuckle to his words and she gasped as he parted the cheeks of her ass. “Hold on, love. It’s just a little lube.”
And it was cold. She whimpered at the sensation. She’d never played this way before, never even thought she would want to, but she couldn’t deny him. Her whole body felt boneless in the wake of her orgasm.
“I love the sounds you make,” he said as he started to work the lube in.
She was back to shuddering. The sensation was odd, jangled. It wasn’t painful, but she certainly wasn’t sure it was pleasure. Pressure hit her when she felt him place the plastic tip to the tight ring of her ass.
“Hold on to me,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She did as he asked and realized how relaxed she was. It would be okay. She didn’t need to tense up. Becca took a deep breath and let herself feel. She cataloged every sensation, from the cool air on her flesh to how her backside ached in the sweetest way. The plug was opening her up little by little and his cock was rock hard under her belly. One hand held her in place, giving her balance.
“Tell me where you are,” he said, the plug rimming her. He pressed in and then pulled out, gently gaining ground.
She was with him. That was all that mattered. “I’m good, Owen. It’s not painful. It’s a little weird, but I can handle it.”
“Good because now that I’ve seen how pretty it is, I have to have it. I can’t wait until it’s my cock fucking this pretty hole.” His accent had gone deep again.
She’d certainly never thought of an asshole as being pretty, but she was glad he liked hers. He was an outrageous man. From what she could tell the man had no shame when it came to sex, and that was one of the sexiest things about him. And she’d helped him tonight because he obviously did feel shame about other things. She’d hated the guilt in his voice as he’d talked about screwing up at work.
He wasn’t thinking about that now. He was here with her. While she found a safe place with him, he was doing the same thing with her. It felt good to be necessary to someone in a personal way. Being with Owen pointed out all her problems with men before. Not a one of them compared to her research. Not a single one, even the man she’d married, had been able to take her out of her head and let her be a woman.
His woman.
He slid the plug in. “That’s it. Relax for me. It’s not so bad.”
It wasn’t bad at all. Now that he’d managed to coax it inside her, she wasn’t sure what she’d been afraid of. She felt full. “I don’t hate it.”
“I’m glad to hear that because you’re going to wear it for a while. Clench it, love. You need to concentrate to keep it inside. I’ve got to clean up. I want you to lie on the bed and wait for me. I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”
She wasn’t close to being done either.
Owen washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror.
Fuck, he didn’t recognize himself, and it had nothing to do with what had happened to his memory. He’d looked at himself in the bloody mirror every day. He saw an attractive man who couldn’t quite connect to anyone around him.
Not tonight. Tonight, all he could see was a man who hungered. The man in the mirror hungered for something and it wasn’t his next glass of Scotch.
It felt good. It felt fucking perfect. She was everything he could want in a woman.
He was lying to her at every single turn.
He dried his hands. It didn’t matter. She never had to know. He could handle this and handle her. He didn’t have to give her up.
He wouldn’t give her up. She was the one good thing that had come out of his pain. He wasn’t about to let her go now no matter what Ezra said.
It was okay. He still had time with her.