Book 1 - Page 46 (1/2)

Gliding his fingertips down my damp skin—down my hips, past my thighs—he squats down behind me. Carefully, he spreads my legs apart and repositions my feet so that there’s a wide s.p.a.ce between them. When he stands up, his hard body slightly skimming mine along the way, I moan. “Lucas . . .”

He swats my left a.s.s cheek with the palm of his hand, the same palm that was playing such beautiful music only minutes ago. It’s not hard enough to bruise, but the sting is enough to make me s.h.i.+ver.

In pain.

Antic.i.p.ation.

Need.

Punishment lasts for approximately two more swats, one for each side of my bottom and then Lucas presses his lips to the base of my neck. My shoulder blades arch together. For a moment, I feel him go completely still. “You’re so f**king sweet. So beautiful.”

The dark cotton blindfold drapes over my eyes.

My breath catches in my throat.

I feel bare, deliciously blinded to the world around me. On the outside, I’m patient as I wait for his next move, but my heart is throbbing. My breath is coming out in short, choppy wisps.

Please . . .

Running one of his hands down my arm, he intertwines my fingers with his and tugs me around to face him. “Do you want me, Sienna?”

I know what he wants from me. And I’m strong enough to give it to him. When I say the words, a ripple of pleasure flows through me. It settles into the pit of my belly. “Please . . . sir.” I sound submissive and confident, all at once.

I gasp as he lifts my body effortlessly and slides my bottom onto the wide desk behind us. There’s part of me that’s dying to see the expression on his face—whether or not his hazel eyes have darkened or if he’s staring at me with animalistic l.u.s.t—but I love the way my senses seem heightened. The way my skin tingles in some places before he even touches me, almost as if it’s sensing his next move.

He slides his hands between my thighs, splaying his rough fingertips on my smooth skin. Slowly his fingers move up, and I feel one—no, two . . . three—slide inside of me, delving into the wetness. My knees buckle together. He opens them back apart and positions his body between them.

I grind my teeth together to keep from moaning, and I feel a tiny sting across my right breast, as he flicks me with . . . something. Momentarily surprised, I gasp. Then, I wiggle my hips against his hand.

His fingers push and pull, filling me, taking me under. I arch my back. “Please,” I say, barely recognizing my own voice and he gives a raw chuckle.

A second later, I get the sweet release he refused to give me a couple hours ago.

I pray he’s nowhere near done.

Lucas tugs the blindfold down. I blink rapidly as my eyes adjust to the light. When they finally focus in on him, he brings his fingers to his mouth. Teasingly, he flicks his tongue over the tips, tasting me. I groan and reach out to him. He captures my fingers in his, kissing them, tasting them too.

When he guides my hand to his c.o.c.k, I’m hesitant at first. What if he’s only wanting to tease me again and has no intention of f**king me? What if—

He nods his and closes my grip around his shaft.

I run my hand up and down the length of his hardness, slow at first, and then faster, tighter until he’s moaning. He shoves away from me for a moment, staring down at me with a look that’s enough to make me come without even being touched. Then, lifting me up and off the desk, he cups my bottom in his hands. His c**k slides inside of me in one breathtaking thrust.

The room seems to tilt on its side.

He shudders when I tighten around him—my arms circling his neck, legs locked together around his waist and the length of him clenched deep inside of me.