Page 28 of Playing By His Rules

She wrapped her fingers around one of the iron rods, holding on tight. “Oh, God, Rick . . . I want . . . I need . . .”

The last blow he delivered cut off her words, then he dropped the paddle and immediately thrust two fingers deep inside of her drenched pussy. Her inner muscles instinctively clenched at being filled, and then he twisted his hand, hooking his fingers inside her until he found and teased that hidden secret spot that drove her wild, just as he had last night. He stroked and rubbed, building the pressure to such a startling, desperate degree before finally allowing her the orgasm she needed so badly.

The tremors started deep and radiated outward in rippling waves of bliss, the intensity of her release so strong and overwhelming that she buried her face into the pillow and screamed until her throat felt raw and her limbs sagged. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and she would have completely collapsed onto the bed if she hadn’t been restrained onto her hands and knees.

It took her a while to catch her breath and come back to herself, and when she did, she was vaguely aware of Rick kneeling behind her. She heard the snap of a lid opening and closing, then slick fingers touching her back entrance. The pleasurable fog she’d been enjoying instantly cleared from her mind as she felt the cool, smooth insistent pressure of what she realized was an anal plug.

Those untried muscles tensed at the unexpected invasion. “Oh, God,” she moaned, in panic and shock as she felt the fat head stretch her a little more. “Rick, no.”

“You know the right word to say if you want me to stop and it’s not ‘no’.” He slipped the device another inch inside her, then switched the toy into vibration mode, making her whimper at the confusing, provocative sensation of pain ebbing to pleasure.

Did she want him to stop? She’d mostly been startled by the unexpected intrusion in a place that had never been breached before, but this . . . she exhaled a shuddering breath. She could feel the fluttering tremors where he held the toy, but also the humming vibes created an erotic massage deep inside her pussy. The thrill of it was nearly making her eyes roll back in her head.

“Do you want me to continue?” he asked, his deep voice all too knowing as he paused to give her a chance to say the safe word.

“Yes, please,” she said, uncaring of how eager she sounded.

“Then relax and let the toy fill you up until it’s completely lodged inside your ass,” he murmured. “I promise you’re not going to hate it.”

There was a touch of humor in his voice, and she groaned as he pushed the device the rest of the way in. In her lust fueled brain, she was forced to admit that Rick was right. She didn’t hate the anal toy at all, or even the tantalizing vibrations. And once her body adjusted to the foreign object and no longer resisted, a sweet, decadent tension started building deep in her core.

Yet she felt so empty where she needed Rick the most.

As if knowing what she wanted, he covered her from behind, making her very aware that he’d stripped off his boxer briefs at some point and was now completely naked. His warm, muscled body molded to hers, his chest flat against her back as he notched the head of cock right at her entrance, teasing her with that subtle pressure that promised so much more.

She whimpered and brazenly wriggled her hips against his, wishing she had the ability to push back and force the length of his shaft inside her.

He gently circled her throat with his fingers, then tipped her head back until it touched his shoulder, making her feel very much held in place. “Impatient, greedy girl,” he murmured huskily, his mouth right at her ear. “Do you want my cock inside you, stretching and filling you up along with that anal plug?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Not good enough,” he growled as he laid a hot, open mouthed kiss on the side of her neck that made her shiver. “Beg me for it.”

In another lifetime, with any other man, she would have hesitated, but not here with Rick. She was nearly delirious with need and desperately wanted what he offered far too much not to implore him for it.

“Please, Rick,” she pleaded in a raspy voice, and knowing all she had were words to incite him, she amped up her game. “I’m dying to feel your cock as deep inside of me as it will go. Fuck me, please.”

“You’re fucking perfect,” he rasped and with his other arm anchoring her around the waist, he slammed his hips hard against hers, impaling her on his shaft and stealing her breath from her lungs as he drove into her relentlessly, his hard flesh reaching impossibly deeper with each driving thrust.

Between the vibrating anal toy filling one hole, and Rick’s thick erection stretching her pussy, Madison shuddered violently at the sensory overload to her body. She’d told him she wasn’t interested in having two men at one time, but this simulation of that fantasy was so erotic and sinful it created a wildness in her she knew she wouldn’t be able to contain.

The hand gripping her waist slid down between her spread legs and stroked her throbbing, needy clit—fast and hard and focused in his quest to make her come, while his hips moved like pistons against hers, his rhythm increasing as he moved in and out of her. It didn’t take much more before she was overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm. A hoarse cry escaped her throat as a rippling flood of sensation crashed through her. Her body followed suit, spasming uncontrollably in the throes of ecstasy and squeezing tight around his shaft, again and again.

Rick growled his approval against her neck, then buried himself deep one last time. She felt him thicken inside her, his cock pulsing against her inner walls while violent shudders wracked through his body with his own orgasm.

The pleasure seemed infinite and oh, God, she wanted her time with this amazing man to be endless . . . but as Madison came back to her senses, the reality of her situation intruded on her blissful moment. She belonged to Rick for the duration of his stay in Nevada, and then they’d go their separate ways—him back to San Diego where he worked and lived, while she figured out what she was going to do with her life in Vegas.

And she’d do well to remember that, while keeping her developing feelings for this man in check.

Chapter 13

Madison woke the following Monday morning with a long, languorous stretch, groaning as certain twinges made themselves known. She felt tender in so many places, and she smiled to herself when she recalled why. Her bottom was still a bit sore from Rick’s spanking, and muscles she didn’t even know existed ached from being restrained while he'd pounded into her from behind. Even the flesh between her legs felt sensitive, but all those aches and pains were a small price to pay for the incredible pleasure Rick had introduced her to. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d already ruined her for any other man that might come after him.

Smiling to herself, she rolled to her side on his king-sized bed, not surprised to find him gone. Still, she quickly shoved the disappointment trying to worm its way to the surface at waking up alone, even if Rick had told her about his schedule for today, which had him leaving early this morning to meet with a few of Reign’s board members, followed by a tour of the hotel and casino, then lunch with them.

He’d told her to relax and enjoy the suite’s amenities—and so she did. She took a long, steaming hot shower, including shaving her legs and washing and conditioning her hair with the hotel’s premium products they provided. Not wanting to put her underwear and dress from last night back on, she wrapped herself in one of the plush hotel robes, then ordered breakfast from room service, while telling herself not to get used to such luxuries. Or Rick, for that matter.

She feared the latter was going to be much harder to do.

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