Page 62 of Capricorn

“I-I don’t…what do you mean?—“

“You’ll do nothing but lie there and take each one.”

The wand pulses harder, forcing me back to a state of arousal with cruel intentions. My back bows off the bed as reckless need shudders through me. Before I can reclaim my breath, he slides down and replaces the vibrator with his tongue.

Each wet stroke unleashes fresh tremors. I clutch the sheets, voice splintering into hoarse cries as another climax surges.

“Sir,” I sob, trembling. “No more.”

“Every time you beg me to stop, I’ll add another.”

I bite my lip, holding back the plea. Unbidden, my knees inch closer together.

“Wide open, Novalee.” He slaps my inner thigh. “Do I need to get the rope?”

“No, sir.” Shaking my head, I groan.

He returns to my pussy, lips nipping, fingers lodging inside me. The vibrator aids him in breaking me apart.

I’ve lost all control, my muscles cramping with each forced climax.

He doesn’t stop at two or even three.

Oliver holds me captive through five more since the one I gave him in the tub, each orgasm harsher than the last.

By the end, I’m wrecked.

Tears streak down my cheeks as I tremble in the wreckage of overstimulation. I sag against the bed, every layer unraveled, and only then does he show mercy.

He gathers me into his arms, tucks a blanket around us, and draws me to his chest. My head rests beneath his chin, cheek pressed to the warm rise and fall of his breath. One of his legs hooks over mine, cocooning me in a tender hold.

We sink in the aftermath, skin to skin. Sometime later, as my thoughts begin to surface, I realize…

I’m confused.

Not only by my response to him, but by the gentleness of his touch, the steady beat of his heart against my ear, the soft brush of his foot nudging mine under the covers.

Mostly, I’m confused because he made me come in endless agony, yet he’s lying here, awake and…

Hard.

I shift slightly, pressing into the thick ridge straining between us. His cock twitches, but he doesn’t move or ask for anything.

“Sir?”

His lips tilt, a smile I sense more than see. “You can relax that bratty tongue. No more punishment for tonight.”

I lift my gaze, and he angles back to meet it. My pulse stumbles, because he’s sexier than I’ve ever seen him.

His black hair, tousled from the humidity of our bath, falls in thick waves that tempt my fingers. He smells fresh, with something deeper underneath—a hint of earth wrapped in mahogany.

“Novalee?” His gravelly voice reels me in, and I blink, caught staring with an ember of attraction too raw to hide. “What’s on your mind?”

“What about…?” I trail off, nodding toward the unmistakable bulge between us.

“Ask what you want to ask.”

“Don’t you want to…finish?”

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