Part 23 (1/2)
”The pleasure is mine.”
He marked her, just above the area he'd scorched. ”Eleven.” She gasped. Then he moved to the other side. ”Twelve, Sir.”
Methodically, he continued, placing each about an inch above the last. They were biting, burning. ”Thirteen. Fourteen.” She'd lost count. ”Fifteen? Sir?”
”Stop counting,” he told her. ”Simply surrender.”
The next stole her breath.
Then he caught the inside of her thigh and she screamed.
”I'm waiting to hear you say yellow if you don't want me to continue,” he said.
She didn't give it to him. She wanted this. Instead, she struggled back into the correct position.
She felt him at her p.u.s.s.y, his fingers, his mouth.
The pain drove the arousal to stunning new heights. Combined with the way he'd denied her earlier, she wanted to crawl out of her own skin.
She pulled against the restraints, trying to push her hips back so she could force him to lick more of her p.u.s.s.y.
With a small laugh, he moved away.
The ankle cuffs made it impossible for her to close her legs to a.s.suage the throbbing demand.
He continued the beating. Sensations merged, desire and anguish becoming one. His stripes went higher, until he'd covered her a.s.s. He was no longer gentle, and she loved it.
When she knew she could take no more, he tossed the whip onto the bench.
Then he fingered her p.u.s.s.y, and she felt his fingers get slicker. Before she realized what was happening, he withdrew, moved back and slowly pushed one of them into her a.s.s.
She froze.
”Go with it,” he suggested.
He fondled her with his other hand, sliding a thumb against her c.l.i.t. He overwhelmed her, slipping in and out of her p.u.s.s.y while he simultaneously finger-f.u.c.ked her a.s.s.
She trembled, fighting against the restraints and needing them for rea.s.surance and balance. ”This...”
”The reward.”
”I'd do anything for this,” she confessed.
He continued the relentless drive. Then she felt him turn a finger slightly to find her G-spot.
”f.u.c.k.”
”Yes.”
He pushed against that sensitive spot inside her and her whole body convulsed in response. She screamed his name.
Connor continued his a.s.sault until she collapsed forward and dropped her head.
He placed a light kiss on her bare shoulder then eased his fingers out of her, ”Give me one second. I'm not going away.”
She heard him wiping his hands. She'd barely noticed that he'd gone before he returned to her and unfastened her wrists.
Her legs were slightly cramped, and he rubbed them gently after he released them. ”Tell me you brought a miniskirt or short dress for dinner tonight?”
”I'm afraid not.”
”We can go buy you something. I want to see those bite marks from my whip.”
He helped her to sit on the top platform of the bench. Against the vinyl, she felt the marks. A chill went through her, and she rubbed her arms.
Connor unb.u.t.toned his s.h.i.+rt and stripped it off so he could put it around her shoulders. She snuggled into its comfort. The feeling didn't just come from the warmth, she realized. It was also because the s.h.i.+rt bore his scent.
The sight of him half-naked made her mouth water. She knew he worked out, but she hadn't expected his abs to be so well defined. There wasn't a trace of excess weight on him, reminding her of how disciplined he was in every area of his life.
It terrified her how much she was attracted to him, how much she wanted his possession. She wasn't sure why he was waiting to take her to bed. Maybe to build her antic.i.p.ation, making sure she didn't feel rushed? At any rate, she was getting restless. She couldn't take her gaze off him. ”Tell me you're not saving yourself for marriage,” she said.
He grinned. ”No chance. I fully intend to f.u.c.k you tonight, Lara. Be thinking about it.”
Now she wasn't sure she could think about anything else.
”Can you walk in the shoes you brought?”
”Not far. But I have a pair of sandals, too.”
”Let's get cleaned up and head out. There's a boutique just down the street.”
She scowled. ”You were serious about something short?”
”I always mean what I say.” He looked at her purposefully.
She'd never gone shopping with a man before. Then again, she hadn't done a lot of the things that he demanded from her.
He wiped down the bench then the hilt of the whip before putting it away. ”Shall we?”
Connor stepped aside and allowed her to pa.s.s. As she was walking, he pinched her b.u.t.t.
She squealed, stopped, turned and glared. ”You may not joke, but you're an awful torment. I bet your siblings have stories about you.”
”I couldn't have been a better big brother. They nominated me for awards.”
”I bet.”