Page 34 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Jesus Christ, woman, how do you squeeze so fucking tight?” He looks down where we’re joined with a growl.

“Years of obedience,” I offer, biting back my bitter tone.

Jett slows his pace, settling into a slow rock. It’s so good like this. So deep, so penetrative, I can feel the balls of his piercing massaging my sensitive walls. It makes my clit ache and my pussy spasm.

“You like that?” Jett picks up on my physical response.

“Like what?”

“Slow, deep.” He lays me down and pushes my bound hands over my head so they’re dangling over the edge of the desk.

“I guess I do.” I’ve gotten quite the education over the past few minutes. It’s bittersweet. Much more bitter than sweet when I think about how my life was robbed from me.

“Hey”—Jett clutches my face—“stay with me.”

“I’m right here.” But even as I say the words, I know they’re not true. I’m drifting away. From him and myself. Holing up in that dark mental space that keeps me safe. Keeps me sane.

“No, you’re not. I see you slipping away. I see it in your eyes.” He circles his hips, filling me thoroughly and languidly as he fights to keep me with him. “One day, you’re going to tell me all your secrets.” He licks a hot line from the tip of my nipple, over my breast and up my neck. His statement and expression yank me back. I’ll never tell him my secrets. I’ll never tell anyone. They’re my cross to bear. My nightmare to live with.

“I don’t have any secrets,” I lie for the umpteenth time.

Jett freezes, buried balls deep inside me, and looks down with a pissed-off expression. “Stop bullshitting me, little bird. We all have secrets. Some bigger than others. Some darker than others. But when we’re together. Like this.” He thrusts and my core contracts. “There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else. Got it?”

I pant, trapped in the severity of his blue-green eyes.

“London?” He bites my earlobe, and I respond.

“Yes. I got it.” I just don’t know how realistic it is.

“Say it. When we’re together, there’s you and me, and then

there’s everything fucking else.” He slips his tongue into my ear jolting me to repeat after him.

“When we’re together, there’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else,” I echo his words in a breathy rush.

“Again.” He takes my face, forcing me to look at him.

“When we’re together, there’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else,” I mutter again as the tension skyrockets between us.

“Good girl.” Jett releases a disentangling breath, seemingly satisfied with my declaration and eager to seal the deal with a kiss. Or in our case, an orgasm.

He begins to pump harder, pinning me beneath him, groping my breasts and owning my body. In my tethered, subdued state, I have no choice but to hand myself over.

I absorb every disciplinary, body-jerking thrust as he drags me to the pinpointed pinnacle. Demanding my word and my pleasure, he works me over, filling me incessantly, stimulating me perpetually until the two of us are more flammable than propane.

I tremble at the brink, my pussy throbbing and my clit burning. Lifting my legs, I provide the leeway we both need to get swept away.

Jett latches onto one of my nipples as we both come, caught in a clash of climaxes. He tugs on the little nub, abusing it with his mouth as he wrings out every drop of our shared arousal.

Once we’re both depleted, and there’s nothing left to give, Jett releases my nipple with a sloppy pop and rests his head on my heaving chest. I lay there incapacitated, a bound submissive, just listening to the sound of our choppy breaths.

“You,” Jett huffs, “are beyond amazing.” He rests two more seconds before pushing himself up. “Stay right there.” He removes the condom and tosses it in the trash, then pulls up his pants. I stay still in my position. Hands draped over my head, legs spread, body naked.

“Mmm.” Jett kisses up and down my torso, running his hands along my curves. “These are sexy.” He snaps the hem of one of my knee socks.

“As sexy as a leash and lace?”

He skims his lips up the center of my chest and along my neck, coming to rest his face in front of mine. “Yes, just a different kind of sexy.”

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