Page 15 of Seven Nights

He kisses me again, his tongue gently exploring the inside edge of my lips. Cupping the sides of my face, he pulls back a little. His thumbs tease the corners of my mouth.

“Afraid?”

I nod, hating to admit it, but he has already told me I’m a terrible liar. I only hope he doesn’t ask me why I am frightened.

Montgomery can order me to do anything he wants, but that doesn’t scare me. My fear is rooted in the possibility that I will crave his every command. The man personifies intensity and control. He has already demonstrated how easily he can walk away.

What happens when he walks away after his whims have become my needs?

“I'll be gentle,” he whispers. “This time.”

Wrapping his hands around my hips, he pulls me to the edge of the table.

“Release me.”

It takes a second to realize he wants me to unzip the dress slacks he changed into while we were apart. I reach down, fingers clumsy as I unbuckle the belt. I slide the strap out of the loops, let it fall to the floor. Working the top button, my fingers feel and act numb—until they brush against his cock.

He is hard. Hard and big. The crown of his erection fights to breach the waistline of his pants.

“Feel how much I want you, Katelyn.”

It should sound corny—like a bad porn film. But it doesn’t.

I lower the zipper then slip my hand into the silk boxers and wrap it around his cock. He is thick, too big for my fingers to completely encircle. The flesh is hot, the pulse pounding through it a testament that he is ready to lance into me.

I press closer, my upper body bobbing as I begin to stroke the fat shaft.

Montgomery pulls the top panels of my blouse down. He strips his Polo shirt off. My breasts, the nipples swollen and tender, drag over his bare chest as my fingers smooth up and down his cock.

His hands settle against the small of my back, moving when I move.

“Do you need me to fuck you, Katelyn?”

“Yes.” The horny, breathless moan shames me. So does the table’s marble surface made slippery by my cunt.

“However I want?” he asks.

I respond with another breathless “yes.” My ass lifts off the table. I press my mound against his cock.

From my earliest memories of sexual discovery to this moment with him, I cannot remember being so aroused. Alone or with a lover, only Montgomery—a man I should despise—has produced so strong a reaction in me. Every nerve cell is firing, every gland capable of secreting moisture floods when he looks at or touches me.

Reaching under my skirt, he tears the panties off with a hard jerk. His hands mold my naked bottom and upper thighs to spread my labia.

“Tell me what you want, Kate.”

“Fuck me…please.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my body lifting as I brace my feet against the table’s side beams. “Right now, any way you want.”

“Any hole?” Murmuring the question, he slides his forearm behind my ass, supporting my weight as I rub the soft fur of my sex against his lower stomach.

I hesitate, ashamed to admit that pleasure will claim me regardless of which orifice he invades. Just sucking him off would send me over the edge. Already, I gasp with need, the contractions running through my cunt so violent I might come before he grants permission. If I do, he will punish me. I don’t know how, or for what duration. I just know that he will.

Shaking, I close my eyes and nod. “Yes, anything.”

Switching the arm that braces me, Montgomery opens a drawer on the table. I hear the crinkle of foil. The sound slaps me halfway back to my senses. I was ready to take him bare, skin on skin. When he entered me that way during “negotiations,” I didn’t give it a second thought. When he pulled out, I was desperate to have him in me again. Yet this thin layer of latex is the only protection, beyond the safe word, offered within the terms of the contract.

My weight returns to the table’s surface as Montgomery steps back. He creates just enough space between our bodies to roll the condom down his cock. I watch him work it over the swollen, blood-infused head and down the thickly veined shaft. Catching myself as my tongue darts out to moisten my lips, I stop and blush.

He notices, his intent expression changing to one with a wicked smile. Wrapping his hands around my hips, he drags my bottom all the way to the edge of the table then pushes my knees further apart.

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