Page 72 of Power Term

His free hand grips the bulge in his jeans and squeezes. Those dark lashes flutter shut on a groan. “Especially right now. I think I need this more than you. To feel you from the inside. I need to be reminded that you’re here, with me. Something in me snapped when Tank called about you being missing. And I don’t think….” He shakes his head. “I don’t know when I’ll be able to close my eyes or leave you alone without the fear that you’ll be taken again engulfing and paralyzing me.”

Love, concern, and a touch of fear splay across his pinched features. I grip the wrist near my face and give it a gentle reassuring squeeze.

“We’ll get through this together, Trouble. You and me.” Tightening my hold, I use his arms as leverage to carefully roll onto my side. I hitch my chin over my shoulder toward the ties securing my gown. “I’ll need a little help. Can’t take this off on my own.”

A bright smile tugs at his lips, chasing away the cloud that settled over him at the thought of losing me again. His hot palm sizzles against the bare skin of my ass cheek with a hard pat to each side. Teeth digging into my lower lip, I muffle the groan of pleasure that wants to escape, knowing there are guards just outside the door. One tie slackens, the ends dancing along my spine as he slips the strips of cotton free. He makes quick work of untying the one secured at the nape of my neck before helping me lie back against the conforming mattress.

His hungry gaze eats up each bare inch of skin he exposes as he slips the gown over my shoulders. The stiffer material of the neckline snags on both peaked nipples, causing them to bounce as he drags the gown lower. The movement stills only for the material to drag back up over my nipples before applying more pressure and dragging the taunting cloth back down.

My eyes flutter closed at the teasing swipes of the fabric against the sensitive buds. “Trouble,” I groan, moving my hands up to cup both breasts.

“Do it, baby. Let me see you play with yourself. Pinch those rosy nipples like I would.”

“I want you to do it,” I beg, but my fingers are already obeying his order, pinching and flicking the hard peaks to the point of pain before easing off.

He hums in disagreement, the small sound causing increased desire to flow through my veins. The increasing beeps of the heart rate monitor offer Trey an inside look at how much his words and my own hands affect me.

Another hum, this one laced with need, rumbles in his chest. “This could be a fun little game. Let’s see what gets that heart of yours racing, baby.”

Done with playing, Trey rips the gown away and drops it to the floor. Goose bumps sprout along my stomach and down my legs at the sudden exposure to the chilled air.

“Don’t stop,” he commands. The force behind those words makes my lower stomach clench with want. “Harder, like this.” Cupping my hands, Trey’s fingers manipulate my own, placing each peak between my thumbs and index fingers. His light brown eyes flash as he applies pressure. My gasp turns to a groan at the spike of pain as he twists. My pulse skyrockets, the rapid beeping filling the room. A mischievous smile pulls up his scruff-dusted cheeks.

“Like that. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

“Or what?” I breathe, my back arching off the bed as I tug my own nipples toward the ceiling.

Asmackcracks through the room as his palm connects with the side of my ass.

“That might be incentive.” I groan as the sting left behind fades.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, you know that?”

“Because I like foreplay a little dark and dangerous?”

“BecauseI’ma little dark and dangerous.”

“We’re perfect for each other, then.” My fingers still, all my focus going to where he’s softly caressing the inside of both thighs. “We should get married.”

The bed trembles with his laugh. “No more talking unless it’s you moaning or screaming my name.” I seal my lips shut and nod. “Good girl.” A single finger easily glides between my slick center. “Even without that damn machine I’d know how much you like this, Mess. Look how wet you are for me.” His gaze darkens as he stares between my legs. “Let’s see what this does.”

Cupping my pussy, he grinds the heel of his hand against my swollen nub and shoves three fingers inside me. I gasp at the force of his fast entry. Eager for more, I widen my legs, both knees bent and lying along the bed, giving him all the access he needs to do his worst.

Fuck, I hope he does his worst.

In and out he pistons those fingers, curling and scissoring with each thrust as he pounds the heel of his palm against my clit. Higher and higher I climb, every muscle taut with the building release. The monitor beeps at an erratic pace, offering an unexpectedly erotic background noise.

Just as I hit the top, my body primed to fall into ecstasy, Trey withdraws his fingers completely. I whimper as I pinch my nipples harder, desperate to do whatever it takes to find my release. My lids flick open at a faint sucking sound.

Smiling around those three fingers, Trey wraps his lips around the lowest knuckle and sighs. His own eyes flutter closed. The hand not at his mouth flicks the top button of his jeans, allowing the band to gape enough that the purple head of his engorged cock peeks out. A bead of precum glistens at the top. I lick my lips, eager for a taste.

“You want this?” His voice is low and raspy with the need that’s clearly written across his tight features. He swipes a thumb over the head, wiping the tempting drop away. Leaning forward, Trey shoves his thumb into my awaiting mouth. “Suck it clean, baby.”

“Fuck,” I mutter around his thumb as I lick it. He yanks it away before I’m ready, causing it to pop from my lips.

“Your turn.” Gripping my forearm, careful of the IV and gauze covering my wrists, he yanks my hand from my breasts. Like a puppet arm, he guides my hand lower, the dangling fingers barely ghosting over my sensitive skin. Interlacing his fingers over mine, he forces my own palm to cup my drenched pussy. “Feel what drives me absolutely insane. Feel yourself from the inside with me.”

The machine goes wild, the beeping turning to an ear-piercing alarm. With a growl of frustration Trey leans over the bed and yanks the plug from the wall. Chest heaving, he looms over me, a small smile spreading over his face.

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