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“You're okay with it?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the prize between her legs. Arousal was evident now, her pussy responding to the lube. He stroked her gently, encouraging her to lift her hips into his touch. “No burning, no pain?”
“No, I'm just tingling all over.” Her head arched back, exposing her throat.
Thane smiled, pleased she was finding the excitement rather than the fear. He ran his thumb over her clit, coaxing it from beneath the hood. Her moans deepened, her hips moving faster. Pressing one hand just above her mound, he used the other to open the clamp and settle it over her clit. Those menacing little teeth scraped the sides of the bud, then bit.
Connie went rigid. Froze exactly as she was, head thrown back, hips raised.
A snapshot in time he wanted framed and hung on the wall.
It shattered too soon, her body twisting in the restraints, her legs kicking. One long scream died into keening wails, then faded into throaty groans. No safeword. She was utterly beautiful, writhing on the covers, her hands fisted and pulling steadily against the straps. Delicate cords in her neck stood out, the muscles in her arms and shoulders following suit.
“Fuck me sideways,” she breathed, eyes huge and dilated when they met his. “What did you do?”
Chuckling, he unfastened the straps around the posts nearest her feet and dragged her further down the bed until her arms were almost straight. Reattaching the straps higher up the posts, he arranged her legs in a wide, upright vee. Perfect. “Ten strokes of the flogger, Connie. One for each point Jasper counted off, plus two more for good measure. Under no circumstances are you to orgasm—I'm going to feel you come around my cock in about five minutes.”
“Oh, not the flogger,” she protested. “Just fuck me? Please?”
“Sugar, if only I could.” He picked up the flogger, spun the handle around in his palm. Balanced the weight before giving it a testing thwackagainst his own leg. “But I'll wait until you're begging for it first.”
Starting slowly, he worked the flogger up and down the backs of each of her thighs, over her ass, until the skin blushed. Once she was warmed up, he used a left-right rhythm down each thigh without a lot of force, then whipped the fronds over her ass sharply. She howled in response, her butt bouncing pleasantly as the sting hit home.
Softly down the thighs, fast strike on the ass. Over and over.
By strike five, her juices glistened on her swollen sex, dribbling down over her exposed anus and beyond. By strike eight, she was humping the air. Strike nine bought her so close to orgasm, Thane was shocked she didn't take the opportunity to disobey him. Strike ten didn't connect with her ass.
Thane snapped the flogger down over her pussy, pulling the swing so the rubber tips barely grazed her tender flesh. They did, however, catch on the clamp. A firm tug and the teeth popped free, eliciting a high, almost soundless scream. Grinning, he tossed aside the flogger and pulled a condom from his back pocket. He ripped it open, unbuttoned his jeans, and sheathed himself in the few seconds it took for Connie to register the sudden surge of blood back into her clit.
Stepping forward, he lined himself up with her cunt and pressed inside as the first spasms rippled. He thrust carefully, feeling her stretch around his girth. He wasn't overly gifted with length, topping out at seven inches, but he'd been told his girth could be…uncomfortable to take the first few times. Connie wasn't a virgin, thank Christ, but by God, she could have fooled him as tight muscles clamped down on him, clenching and releasing, sucking him in deeper.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he growled, wrapping an arm around each leg. Driving in to the hilt, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth until her orgasm swept through her and the aftershocks began to fade. He needed to feel it again. When he opened his eyes, Connie's were fluttering shut. “Oh hell, no, sugar. Don't you dare fall asleep on me.”
His sub was wet enough withdrawing felt like gliding. He lunged forward, filling her again. Satisfaction ripped through him when she cried out, her eyes popping open with shock. Oh, now she knew he was there. Could feel him rutting into her, claiming her. Harder, faster, the sounds of flesh on flesh almost obscene.
“Thane!”
He gripped her legs, hoisting her an inch higher and changing the angle just enough to hit the right spot. Just as hard, just as fast. Her thighs began to quake uncontrollably, tensing as her pussy strangled his cock, fisting around his shaft like a noose.Grinding his groin against her clit, he hammered into her until his balls felt as though they were stuck in a vacuum.
One long thrust took him home. The muscles in his back and shoulders seized as he grunted and came, listening to Connie's frantic cries of release. He dug his fingers into her thighs, holding on as he rode the aftershocks teasing his cock, then sagged when her body finally stilled.
“Gonna be doing this a lot,” he warned her breathlessly. “Every goddamn day.”
“No…arguments…here…”
*
She hadn't been this well fucked since…hell, she couldn't remember. Atticus had taken her apart at the seams only a week ago, but compared to Thane, sex with him was akin to spring cleaning, blowing out the cobwebs and spit shining some of her antiques.
Thane hadn't bothered cleaning at all. He'd lined the cellar with explosives and blown her sex house to smithereens.
Were her eyes still rolling in their sockets? Connie blinked, focused on the spread vee of her legs in the air and the almost fully dressed man bracing himself with her thighs. Groaning under her breath, she tried to recall where she'd left her marbles, because as far as her brain was concerned, they were scattered over the floor, rolling into corners and bouncing off the skirting boards.
She had to get up, she decided. She needed a shower to wash away the sweat dewed over her skin. Sticky, cooling sweat. Hot, tight skin. An odd smile curved her lips, almost lopsided, as she lost a few seconds watching her breasts rise and fall in quick, hypnotic movements. Up and down, up and down. Her lips parted on an ooooohof discomfort she didn't understand when the man between her legs eased away. Slipped out of her.
“Sugar, you still with me?”
When her legs were uncuffed and lowered, Connie tried to sit up. Frowning, she tugged on the straps pinning her hands above her head. “I'm tied up? Tied down. Tied up?” Neither sounded right to her. “Tied. Tye-duh. Huh.”
“Yeah, you're not with me at all.” Strong hands rubbed down her legs from thighs to toes. Part of her realized he was checking her circulation was intact after having her feet above her head for so long, but the rest of her just appreciated the strength in his fingers as they kneaded her soles. “Rest your head back, Connie, and take a nap. I'll have you free in just a minute.”
