Page 43 of Enthrall
“Be still,” he ordered.
I was being attacked by both pain and pleasure and it made my head spin. I splayed my fingers farther, trying to better my balance as well as placate him. My thighs trembled as I became lost in a sea of sensations, trying to remain calm, fearing I’d pass out with the thrill of having Richard master me like this.
I yanked at the chains.
He waged his sensual war against me, his fingertips massaging with firm strokes, making me moan and I moved against his hand again, wanting, needing more, needing to come. This was wrong, but it felt so right. The tingling desire burned within, causing sensuous spasms that made me trance out. Another hard slap brought me back into the present, the sting sending shockwaves of heat through me. My thighs shuddered, rebelling against this position he had me in as I climbed higher, reaching the point of no return, pouting my way to climax.
Richard let go, denying my bliss.
The pleasure slipped away, leaving a low thrum where his fingers had been. He stepped back and gave me some space. I tried to steady myself, raising my hand against another sensual attack; it was hard to think straight.
He spun me around and lifted me up and sat me on the edge.
His hand swept wide. “Anything else you found you liked in here?” His tone was firm, scolding.
“We only tried that one.”
Richard glared. “How long has it been going on?”
“What?”
“You heard me. How long have you and Cameron been fucking?”
“We’ve never...”
He ran his hand through his hair, his face full of concern.
My gaze shot to the crisscrossed board and I realized why he thought that. “We’ve never done anything.”
“I deserve to know the truth.”
My mind raced with what he must have thought he’d seen.
“Damn it, tell me,” he said.
“I’ve never done it. Ever.”
“What are you saying?” Richard jolted back. “Are you saying...Mia, are you saying you’re still a virgin?”
“Yes.”
He looked horrified.
“I have no idea what’s going on,” I said. “I’d almost finished addressing your invites and was about to head home when Cameron brought me down here.”
“For God’s sake, Mia.” Richard’s eyes widened. “I just nearly fucked you on this thing.”
RICHARD’S RUBICON WRANGLER virtually flew up the 405.
With the top down it felt like we were going faster than the 85 miles an hour I’d caught on the odometer. This losing battle with my hair blowing into my face was getting annoying.
“What if you get a ticket?” I shouted over to Richard.
“I’ll pay it.” He fell silent again.
He’d insisted on taking me home.
I too fell quiet after receiving yet another snippety answer. The tension of tonight looked like it was far from letting up.
