Page 36 of Going Deep
“I felt really mellow at first,” she explained. “Almost meditative. Then, not so much.”
“How would you describe how it felt later?”
“Frustrating,” she said and shot him a reproachful look from under her lashes. “Very frustrating.”
“You still liked it.”
“That doesn’t seem right. Why would I like something that’s frustrating?”
“Because by enduring it, suffering through it, you got a very nice reward.”
“You were teasing me,” she accused.
He shook his head. “I was waiting for you to surrender. And you did, beautifully.”
That brought a deeper flush to the delicate pink of her cheeks. “Oh.”
He could get addicted to making her blush. Ordering himself to keep his mind on the task at hand, he asked, “What about the spanking?”
Her gaze softened and went dreamy. “That was amazing. It hurt, but it didn’t?”
“Mmm.” His eyes twinkled at her. “Then we can say sensual pain is something you enjoy as well. All in all, a very successful first scene.”
“I guess it was,” she agreed, then frowned. “Except…”
“Except?”
“We didn’t have sex.”
“We didn’t fuck,” he corrected. “We definitely had sex.”
She frowned. “But we were supposed to fuck.”
“Were we? Well, if you insist.”
He stood in a fluid rush, making her gasp and clutch at his shoulders. She gasped again when he yanked the blanket away, leaving her naked in his arms. She wriggled and writhed against him as he strode across the room to the bondage table. “Hey, where are you?—”
“Silence,” he ordered, barely biting back a grin when her mouth dropped open in shock.
“Listen—”
“I will gag you,” he warned, and she shut her mouth with a snap.
Too bad. “Smart move,” he told her and set her bare butt down on the edge of the table. The table’s height was adjustable, and he’d taken the time earlier to make sure it stood at just the right height for him. “What’s your safeword, Ginger?”
“Red. Sir.”
She was breathing hard, the pretty nipples that had softened after her orgasm hardening again. Her eyes were wide, shock and heat lighting up the soft blue, but he read no anxiety there, no fear.
He’d been gentle with her thus far, easing her into the sensual play. Now he’d see how she reacted to a different kind of touch.
He grabbed her hair, twisting the short cap of it tight in his fist, the beast inside him awakening at the stunned heat in her eyes. Taking advantage of her open-mouthed shock, he yanked her head back. The kiss wasn’t a seduction this time—it was a taking, and to his delight, she gave.
He stepped between her knees, forcing her thighs apart. Leaned into her, forcing her to bend back. His pelvis ground into hers, his leather-covered cock stroking over flesh still wet and swollen and sensitive. Her whimpering moan was like a song.
He lifted his head to look into her eyes, his dick surging at the yearning surrender he saw there. “Do not move,” he ordered and lifted himself away. Two strides took him to his toy bag, and he quickly unearthed the leather wrist and ankle cuffs he wanted. He walked back to the table, darkly pleased to see she’d stayed perfectly still—the only thing that moved was her eyes as she tracked his progress across the room. “Give me your wrists.”
She lifted her arms without hesitation, and the beast clawed a little closer to the surface. He buckled the restraints on her wrists, then drew her arms down to her sides and clipped the cuffs to the rings on the sides of the table. Her breath sighed out on a long moan that seemed to vibrate along the hard ridge of his dick.
