Page 9 of His Own Heaven

The sensation was exquisite.

And she wanted more.

Curling one hand around his thick wrist, she gripped him tightly in a silent plea. Toby didn’t disappoint, his fingers tightening around her throat until the only breath she drew was the one he allowed her.

Lucy was usually pretty good at keeping her needs in check. Adult toys and internet porn did most of the heavy lifting, with the occasional one-night stand thrown in for good measure when she needed a little something extra. Like a nice pair of callused hands or a talented tongue or the weight of a warm body—or sometimes two—pressing down on top of her. Sometimes it just came down to wanting someone she could hold a conversation with.

Conversation consisting of more than talking to herself as she put fresh batteries in her vibrator.

But as good as she was at sexual self-reliance, she couldn’t deny the adrenaline rush coursing through her at the feel of the dominant man behind her. The way his fingers pressed against her skin, controlling her breathing, her life, made her mind slip sideways.Such a rush.

Her eyelids fluttered, and her knees grew weak. She trembled in his hold.

So close….

Toby chuckled quietly by her ear. “Oh, Lucy. You’re submissive as fuck, aren’t you, baby? But don’t you float away on me. Not yet. I intend to play with you a lot more than this before I let you fly.”

Eyes springing open, she caught his piercing gaze in the reflection of the driver-side window and swallowed hard against the hand still locked around her throat. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, but nothing could stop her whimpering moan. Just as squeezing her thighs together was useless against the pulsing sensation Toby’s words had caused between her thighs.

“We should get out of here,” Charlie said, moving closer, and Lucy heard the jingle of car keys. “Maybe take this somewhere more private than a car park?”

Lucy held Toby’s reflected gaze and lifted her chin slightly, challenging the big man at her back. “But Toby hasn’t kissed me yet,” she said, hoping her tone sounded more confident out loud than it did in her head. She licked her suddenly dry lips. “How do I know I even want to go home with you? How do I know you’re not wasting my time? That you’re not just all talk?”

Toby chuckled again, an ominous rumble of sound that vibrated through her body and lit up her lady parts like a Christmas tree. “Oh, you’re coming home with us. I have no doubts about that.”

“Why?” she said, brow furrowed. She was genuinely curious to know how he saw their encounter unfolding.

His grin was feral, his eyes narrowed. “Because I only talk when I have something worth saying,” he growled, tightening his fist in her hair. “I can give you what you want. I can give you what youneed. And you need it, don’t you, baby? You need to be dominated, held down. Fucked. Used. You want to be my little fuck toy, don’t you, Lucy?”

Her whole body quivered as her pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled by the hard cock still pressed against her arse. “Yes,” she hissed. The sting in her scalp had her tilting her head back, hoping to rest it on his broad shoulder, but he shoved her forwards against the cold metal of the truck door. Away from him and the warmth of his big body.

“Yes what?” he snarled.

Lucy swallowed down an excited moan. “Yes, Sir.” Her pussy flooded with warmth.

Then Charlie spoke up, his deep voice thick with concern. “Tobes, ease up. You’re hurting her.”

“Am I hurting you, Lucy?” he asked, his tone amused. She shook her head. “Say the words. Put Charlie’s mind at ease.”

She slid her gaze towards his brother and barely held back an excited shiver at seeing him watch her, seeing that concern mingled with lust. “He’s not hurting me.”

And he wasn’t. He was, however, driving her wild. She pushed her arse out and thrilled at the contact as she brushed against his thick erection.

Toby chuckled again and thrust forwards, pinned her between the bulk of the truck and his own solid mass. “And are you wet for me, baby?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice trembled with desire. She dared to lift her gaze and meet his in the reflective surface. “So wet.”

When he growled in response, Lucy instinctively went to drop her chin and lower her gaze, to submit, but he wouldn’t let her. His grip shifted from her throat to her chin, and he held her head high. Testing his grip, Lucy tried to wrench free, but she wasn’t going anywhere. It was an amazing sensation, hot, dirty, exciting… and dangerous.

She couldn’t afford to forget herself. Or him. Tobias Bennett wasn’t just some random bloke, and this wasn’t just some no-strings hook-up. This night, these actions—heractions—had real-life consequences. And the weight of those consequences began pushing down on her, choking her more efficiently than Toby ever could.

But it seemed the man was as perceptive as he was dominant, discerning her anxiety with ease. He held her reflected gaze, his eyes narrowed but curious. “What’s wrong, Lucy? What aren’t you telling me?”

“I want this,” she whispered, unable to conceal the desperate edge in her voice. “I really do want this.”

The constant pull on her scalp ceased, replaced by the gentle throb of release before he let go of her chin and turned her to face him. Gentle fingers stroked her cheek and brushed her hair from her face, and his deep voice was soft when he spoke. “But?”

Lucy bit her lip to hold back her cry of utter frustration. There she stood, on the brink of experiencing the absolute best sexual fantasy she could’ve ever imagined, knowing she’d probably never get this opportunity again, and she was stalling. She’d been stalling from the beginning. Because as sexy as Toby was, and as hot as she knew the sex would be….

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