Page 8 of Broken Saint

"Now bend over and get into position."

My body shuddered at the guttural tone of his command. I didn't know if he was surprised I'd done it, or if he just needed this as much as I did. Either way, that need in his voice only heightened everything else.

As slowly as I'd removed the dress, I leaned forward and looked out over the city that still glowed in every color of the rainbow despite the late hour. If I'd thought about it, I might have realized then that we were actually cloaked in near total darkness. If anyone were to look, they probably wouldn't see much more than shadows without a high-powered zoom lens or binoculars, and how many people staying in a resort kept those handy?

Only those weren't the thoughts running through my head at all. I was standing on a balcony, in nothing more than a black lace bra and matching thong. The dry, warm heat of the Nevada air swept across my skin on a barely-there breeze, making my already tight nipples stiffen more.

Seconds or maybe minutes ticked by. I couldn't be sure because I could barely keep track of my breathing let alone the time. Whatever was going through his mind was keeping him away from me, and I didn't like the feeling. Is this what he meant when he referred to punishment? Because it certainly felt like it.

I hated waiting.

I started to turn, and I felt his hand at the base of my neck. It curled into a fist and held me still by the hair.

"Don't move." He had leaned close and whispered into my ear. The resulting shiver that went up and down my spine made it difficult not to move. I started to protest but stopped because he pressed his lips to my shoulder, and well, any time his lips connected with my skin I pretty much lost my mind.

The man had a beautiful mouth, and he knew how to use it. Not to mention his hands and other body parts. In fact, I was pretty sure he'd already gone and ruined me for any other man. I didn't have a lot to compare to, but I didn't need to. Women talked and there was no way all men were this good.

The combination of his soft lips and the short beard he kept cropped against his skin blazed a torturous trail to just below my ear.

I bit my lip to stop from crying out.

My ability to keep quiet quickly disappeared as he traveled down my spine with a trail of kisses and sinful swipes of his tongue that left me squirming for more.

"I love your body," he whispered against my back. "And the way you respond to me is a dream."

Did he realize this no longer felt like a punishment? It may have never been.

"Yes," I cried, barely able to breathe.

His fingers curled into the band of my panties, and he slowly peeled them down my legs, but instead of having me step out of them, he used them to bind my legs together.

"Don't move," he ordered, his voice gruffer than before.

I had no plans to go anywhere. This ride with him had been wild, and before it ended, I wanted as much as I could get.

That brief thought hit me hard enough to momentarily knock my breath out. The punch of loss was going to hurt more than I could comprehend.

Fortunately, his hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back into the present where I belonged.

"You are so fucking beautiful." His fingers dug deep into my flesh, and I knew tomorrow's bruises would be well worth it. "And every time you obey me, I want to make you come harder than you ever have before."

Oh God yes.

I squeezed my eyes shut, allowing my other senses to take control. The hard grasp of his big fingers that weren't callused but weren't smooth either, his rough skin, rubbing against mine, and the heated friction that caused each and every time. The sound of his breath sawing in and out of his lungs.

I imagined him watching his big cock slide between my legs with each slow thrust or jerk of his hips.

My pussy quivered from both his repeated strokes against my bared clitoris and the images I'd conjured in my mind of what it looked like. I couldn't take much more. As much as I ached for him to fill me, that lack of contact wouldn't stop the oncoming orgasm.

"You're going to make me come," I gasped as he once again struck my clit with another stab of force.

"Of course you are. So many times you are going to beg me to stop."

I wasn't sure that was possible, but I was willing to see what happened. I wanted to come, and I wanted him to watch it happen.

When he pulled back, I couldn't stop thinking about him pushing that cock of his inside me. I needed it more than anything. But that's not what happened.

Just as I thought I was going to die from the anticipation, his finger slid through my wet folds, a moment before I felt him press against my asshole instead.

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