Part 15 (1/2)
She wanted to object. They hadn't hammered out their agreement. Getting ensnared by him put her in a worse bargaining position. Then she told herself that it was too late. She was already captivated by him.
”Come here, sub.”
”I'm not your submissive.”
”Yet.”
Letting the objections die unspoken, she did as he requested.
”Good,” he approved. He put his hands on her hips and drew her a bit closer. ”Kiss me.”
Lara wondered if she was capable of denying him anything.
He claimed her lips.
His first touch was a soft, sensual joining that demolished her resistance. It was sweet with the promise of tenderness.
Then, that accomplished, he threaded a hand through her hair so he could cradle her head while holding her captive. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting, exploring, demanding her surrender.
Even if she wanted to withhold it, her body would betray her. She wanted him.
He tasted of determination as he all but f.u.c.ked her with his tongue. Her knees weakened and she leaned into him for support. Since he hadn't told her otherwise, she held onto him, grabbing handfuls of his silk suit. As always his support was absolute.
She was unable to breathe, unable to think. The only thing she recognized was her total capitulation to him. The more he gave, the more she wanted.
When he finally ended the kiss and drew away, she released him. She pressed her fingers to her mouth, not because he'd been too rough but because she wanted to remember the exquisite sensations.
”How's your a.s.s?”
”I'm sorry?”
”Any pain from yesterday's spanking?”
The only thing she'd received from that was a restless night as the memories had tormented her. It had hurt, but in a way that had left her woozy for more. He was brilliant, she conceded. He only gave her enough to keep her curious. ”I'm fine.”
”Show me.”
She knew it would be useless to ask him to repeat what he'd said or to question the order. Connor Donovan always meant what he said. She could argue with him, insisting that she wouldn't do anything until they'd sorted out things between them. But what would that gain her?
A newly found devilish part of her personality drove her on. Each experience she'd had with him was hot.
”I'm waiting,” he prompted her.
Slowly, she turned. She pulled her hem up around her waist.
”f.u.c.k me.” He sucked in a breath. ”Panties over the garter straps. You dressed that way on purpose.”
Yes, she had.
On that long-ago trip to the lingerie store, she'd bought a black bra, garter belt and matching panties set. She'd added several pairs of stockings. Until this morning, they'd remained at the bottom of her lingerie drawer.
Connor's reaction to her unusual boldness made her giddy.
He stroked her b.u.t.tocks then skimmed the insides of her thighs, stopping just millimeters from her p.u.s.s.y.
Her breath caught.
”There's not even a single mark. No reminders.”
”No physical marks.” She looked at him over her shoulder. ”But I have plenty of memories.”
”Do you?”
His eyes were narrowed, and she felt the sensuality simmer between them.
”Shall I give you some more?”
When he'd said that he'd make her beg, she'd scoffed at the idea. But need was becoming its own, clawing thing. ”Yes,” she whispered.
”Ask.”
”Mark me.”
In response, he growled then pulled down the bikini panties. His gruffness caught her off guard, turned her on.
She stepped out of the silk and lace underwear, and he wadded them into a ball which he stuffed into his pocket. ”I may need to go shopping if you keep confiscating my underwear.”
”Feel free to bill any lingerie to me.”
With his thumb, he outlined the straps of her garter belt, igniting her skin, arousing her. In unspoken plea, she spread her legs.
Accepting her invitation, he pressed a finger to her c.l.i.t then gently began to move back and forth.
She clenched her hands on the top of the desk.
”You're so very responsive, little Lara.”
Until him, it had never been like this.
Deep inside, an o.r.g.a.s.m took form. But before she could climax, he pulled back and slapped her right a.s.s cheek, striking from the bottom up. There was pain, but so much more pleasure, and it heated her p.u.s.s.y. ”Please...”
Connor leaned forward and bit the side of her neck.
”My G.o.d,” she cried out.
He put a hand across her mouth before slapping her left b.u.t.tock. That one would leave a mark, she was sure.
By slow measures, the man was driving her mad. ”Now, now, now...”
”Yes.” He plunged two fingers inside her, and he pumped them hard and fast.