Page 44 of Friends with Benefits (Club Risqué)

"Oh no," he denied her, pulling the silk sash from her robe. "None of that. You're still owed a spanking for me finding another man in your house when I got here."

"Nothing happened!" Trinity squeaked as he picked her up deftly, handling her featherlight weight with ease, and seated himself on the edge of the bed with Trinity sprawled across his knee.

With deft strokes, he bound her arms in front of her with the sash, and started to rain a volley of slaps down on rosy buttocks, which he suspected still held a residual smart from the night before.

He didn't pull his blows, and her tears came quickly. Trinity was wound up. He had detected equal parts anguish and desire, as soon as he’d walked into her apartment. All jumbled together so she struggled to disentangle them, and brewing until she was almost beside herself.

He was thankful when she simply gave herself over to his correction and slumped in limp acceptance over his lap so the spanking could do its job.

The guilt and shame Trinity had been feeling at the situation with Christian and Micah was vanquished under Christian's stern hand, and, for himself, Christian assuaged the bitter jealousy and let it go. But not without a final word.

Flipping Trinity back onto the bed, he crushed her petite body with his own, relishing the feel of her under him. "You're mine, Trinity," he told her, his voice harsh with passion. "And I don't want to share you."

Without giving her time to reply, he heaved himself up on his knees and pulled her lower body off the bed to meet him. "I'm going to fuck you now," he promised breathlessly. "It's going to be hard and fast and rough because I can't hold back any longer. I don't want to, but I will always honour your safeword. So, use it if you need to."

He gave her a moment but Trinity said nothing, while her sultry gaze from beneath sultry hooded eyes silently begged.

With that, Christian rammed his generous cock inside her tight, wet channel, his hands holding her hips immobile as he forced his way inside in one, single, unforgiving thrust.

Trinity screamed out her compliance and grabbed hold of the sturdy metal pole that made up her headboard in a vain attempt to keep herself grounded while her back bucked off the bed of its own accord.

She cried out, again and again, with each solid plunge, unable to keep the erupting passion inside and each sound pushed Christian closer to the edge. She undid him. Accepting him on a level that he’d never dreamed possible in the past. The knowledge had him pounding into her mercilessly, over and over. Unable to hold back, he bottomed out against her cervix so that the combined pleasure and pain mingled and morphed and took her higher.

He controlled every movement of her body, every nuance of her pleasure, and for the first time in years, Chrisrian felt whole, and it was almost overwhelming.

He thought Trinity felt it too.

There was no grace and no finesse, and as dainty as she was, he recognised that she didn't want that. She needed exactly what Christian was giving her now, a bold, hard fucking that swept up all the pent-up turmoil and emotions and flung them into a blazing conflagration of passion, lust, and sated culmination. Until finally, everything erupted in a blaze of orgasmic, white-hot ecstasy that razed them both in its wake and left them sprawled and spent, replete in a burning tangle of sweat and limbs.

And it was wonderful.

Christian just prayed he could find a way to keep her this time.

He knew she was skittish; he couldn’t blame her for that.

But he never wanted to let her go. There was more here than just two damaged hearts assuaging the past.

Christian just needed to convince Trinity to give this a chance.

ChapterThirty-One

Trinity's head was spinning. The pair of them were panting hard, neither moving, each of them silent, except for the harsh laboured breaths and the rigorous heave of their chests.

Eventually, Christian fumbled with the binding and freed her wrists, but Trinity still didn't have the energy to move them from where they'd dropped.

Christian rolled slightly to the side, not much, but enough to allow her to breathe more freely once his heavy frame was lifted from hers, but his arm still banded tight around her waist as if he was afraid she might disappear if he eased his hold.

Finally, he managed to find his voice. "I want to see where this leads, Trinity. Are you up for that?"

“What do you mean?" she asked cautiously, scared to hope, yet also afraid not to.

"I mean, I don't want what we’ve found with each other to be confined to a club contract. I don't want it to end in a few weeks, and I don't want to lose you again."

He tipped her face to look at him as they both lay with their heads on the same pillow, so she could see his sincerity and gauge it for herself.

"I need you with me, Trinity. I need you in my life. You complete a part of me that only you could ever fill."

"You always needed me, Christian," she said seriously. "There was never any question of that, and it fed a place inside of me which made me think that alone might be enough."

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