Page 30 of Sexpresso Night

Face flushed, hair wild, eyes glittering with arousal—the reflection of a woman on the edge. The bra dropped off and she stood before the mirror in lilac lace panties. For a moment she paused, then slowly cupped her breasts. Her eyes drifted closed, her insides shivered, both hot and cold. She pulled at her nipples, sensation sizzling from there straight to between her legs, and moaned. She drew the sensation out, let it build and grow with her fingers at her nipples, the heat inside her swelling with exquisite pressure, spreading with a calescent glow until she ached and burned.

She forced her eyes open and dragged air into her lungs, then slipped her fingers beneath the panties and removed them, feeling the wetness on her thighs. She gazed at the rope and dildo on the floor at her feet.

Her lungs strained for air, her heart threatened to burst of out her chest. Then she sank to the floor and spread her legs, watching in the mirror, just as Carter had told her to, the sight of her fingers in her pussy like watching an erotic movie. She spread her lips and when she saw the pale cream accumulated in the opening, her heart fluttered, her tummy clenched. She touched a fingertip to the moisture there. Licked her lips. Then lifted her finger to her mouth and tasted herself. As he’d told her to.

She had to put the dildo inside her. She began working it in, stretching herself wide, the sensation burning. Cold rubber filled her and she longed for heated flesh inside her. Her muscles clenched and pushed the toy out again. How was she going to hold it inside her when she was tied? She bit her lip.

She had to try. She wanted to try. She’d have to keep her legs tight together. She flicked the vibrator on, and the buzzing inside her almost raised her off the floor. With the dildo moving inside her, sending pleasure ricocheting through her body, she picked up one of the ropes.

The cool drag of the skein against her skin, the sharp bite of it as she pulled it taut. Slowly, like a dreamy ritual. Ankles. Wrists. Tight. Secure.

She squeezed every little internal muscle she had to hold the dildo in place, and sensation ripped through her. She trembled with the need to come, wanted to touch her clit and bring herself off, to get that relief. But she couldn’t.

He’d said to wait exactly thirty-five minutes. She glanced at the clock beside her bed, then closed her eyes and let the feelings take her. The helplessness of being tied, the need clawing inside her, the heat shimmering over her body.

Perspiration beaded on her skin as the burn intensified. She began to float, lost in edgy pain and voluptuous pleasure. Heat simmered at her wrists and ankles, muscles began to tighten from holding the position, and she reached for what she knew she needed—strength. The strength to face the past. Face the truth. Face herself. Could she do it?

She let herself go, a quietness filling her head. She floated. She drifted. She flew.

Images twisted and built in her mind. Images of Carter. The beauty of his naked body, the power of his muscles, the strength of his mind. Images of him holding her down, spanking her ass until it burned with pleasure, fucking her mouth with hard, demanding strokes. The smell of his hair, his groin, the texture of his skin against her fingertips, against her body. And images of him bringing her to orgasm with his tongue, the tender licks and sucking pulls of his mouth on her pussy, always making sure she had her orgasm before his, always making her feel beautiful and special and desired.

Carter was not a bully.

And while his domination might take her to the edge, he would never really hurt her. More than she wanted to be. Or more than she could handle. She knew that.

As everything else fell away, it all became clear to her, like shards of glass, like crystals, like drops of rain.

She was in love with him. The knowledge struck her sure and true.

And as the exquisite edge of sweet pain and fierce pleasure stripped away the past and all the encumbrances left by someone else, digging deep inside herself she knew, too, that not only did she love him, but she trusted him with everything—her body, her soul, her heart.

When her eyes fluttered open it had been nearly forty minutes since she’d begun. Her entire body glowed with a delicious ache, vibrating, pulsing, shivering. She wrenched her wrists against the ropes, the burn of the rope on her skin a wicked pleasure. When it didn’t loosen, panic flared in her, sending a new heated rush through her veins, softening her knees. Another yank, and her hands were free and she reached for her clit. She cried out when she touched it, used her other hand to push the dildo in further, so far it hurt, filling her. She buzzed and burned and then exploded, her body bowing as she spasmed with pleasure. And when she came, Carter’s name was on her lips.

He was the one she wanted to belong to.

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Saturday night was Sexpresso Night at Karma Coffee.

Carter glumly surveyed the busy shop, knowing he should be happy business was so good, but feeling cold and hollow inside.

A million times he’d changed his mind about calling Danya, or just going to her place to see her. But she had to choose. Choose to submit. Choose to recognize the truth. And if she didn’t? What would he do then?

He didn’t have a hot fucking clue at the moment, and would deal with that if it didn’t happen. He hoped that she would look inside herself and see what she was and what they’d had together. And what they could have together. In the meantime it was killing him, because…dammit, he was in love with her and she was his. His. She had to see that.

He carefully built a macchiato, focusing on the creamy swirls to create a thing of beauty. When he lifted his head to hand the drink to the customer, Danya stood there at the counter. His gut tightened.

Face pale, mouth tremulous, she watched him with steady eyes.

He handed over the macchiato and turned back to her even as Juliet asked to take her order.

“Skinny vanilla latte,” he said.

Danya met his eyes. “No.”

He lifted a brow. “No?”

“No vanilla. I’d like something more…exotic.”

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