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I lift a brow. No, what?
“If you say stop, we’re done. And you better mean it when you say it, because there’s no going back.”
Anticipation ignites sparks as I nod, yet not sure what I’m agreeing to.
“I need to hear you say okay.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t fucking say I didn’t warn you.” In an instant, he releases my hands, but pulls up my shirt, knotting it right before it’s pulled off all the way, binding my hands above my head again. He takes a step back and his eyes flicker down to my chest. With one hand still holding the knot in place, his other squeezes one of my breasts. Hard. Pulling my white lace bra down, my full boobs pop out.
“Your boobs are perfect.” My back arches off the door as he leans down and flicks his tongue over a nipple. While he assaults that one with his mouth, his hand takes the other one. The mixture of heat and pain from his bites and sucking has me pleading. I grind my hips against his hardness, begging for more. His hand slinks around my body, unclasping my bra.
His laugh catches me off guard. “Fuck, you have me off my game.” He eyes my bra and then my tied hands and I figure out his conundrum. “Don’t move,” he commands, walking to the desk. It’s so dark, I can’t see what he picks up. It’s not until my bra is free that I figure out that he just cut my bra off me. I stare at the destroyed bra on the ground, wide-eyed, while he reaches to put his knife back on the table.
“You could’ve—”
His finger on my lips stops me. “Don’t talk. The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is harder, and my name. Got it?” I pull my lips in and nod, willing to do anything for him right now. “You still want this?” He runs his fingers up my bare thigh, over the fabric of my pajama shorts, straight to my center, pushing his fingers against my swollen clit. I nod again, closing my eyes as heat streaks up my body. “Good.”
He spins us around and walks me backward until the back of my legs hit the bed. He kneels down and drags down my shorts and panties at the same time. I step out of them and he throws them aside. His breath is hot against my stomach and my body shivers. He hums and runs his tongue over my sensitive clit, making me jerk. “I like this,” he says, kissing my bare pubic area. I glide my tied hands through his thick golden hair and he looks up at me, shaking his head. I put my hands back, afraid I did something wrong. He stands, all six feet of him tower over my five-two body.
“Turn around,” he orders. “Lay on the bed, ass up in the air and hold on to the headboard.” I do as I’m told. The cool air hits my wet center as I wait. When the bed dips down, I glance back, and he situates his large naked body behind me. He rubs his hand across my ass, his thumb grazing over my entrance.
SLAP! I yelp from the pain of him slapping my ass. “That’s for making me dunk you in the freezing water.” I open my mouth to argue but snap it shut when he pushes two fingers inside me. The mixture of pain and pleasure has me so confused. While he fingers me, his other hand rubs my ass. He pulls them out and slaps me again on the other cheek. “That’s for making me watch you shiver all fucking night long.” He shoves his fingers in again, bringing me close to the edge, expertly working them in and out. I’m stunned that he’s making me want another slap.
I stick my ass out farther in the air, pushing against his fingers, craving more. More of everything. What the hell is wrong with me? My body trembles, the heat tickling down my core. I whimper when he removes his fingers. But anticipation for another slap builds. My willing submission surprises the hell out of me. It’s almost a relief when he slaps me again. The sting not as bad as the first time, but still there.
“That’s for making me want what isn’t mine.”
This time, he buries his face into my vagina, licking and sucking like a madman. His tongue runs over my ass and down my entire center. My face burns with embarrassment. No guy has ever touched me there, let alone licked me. Thank god he can’t see me. I moan when his mouth attaches to my clit and pulls me over the edge until I’m screaming out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says, wiping his mouth off with the comforter. I see him from the corner of my eye, lean over to the nightstand and grab a condom. He lays his heavy cock against my ass and even though I can’t see it, I feel it. It’s very large.
“Fuuuck.” A low growl erupts when he slides into me. “Your tight pussy takes all of me.” Yeah, I’m surprised too. Fingers weave through my hair, and he yanks my head up. He drags his lips down my neck with light kisses, the only delicate thing he’s done all night. When he bites my shoulder, I buck back into him, moaning from the pain and the delicious fullness. “The school teacher has a wicked side,” he growls. He thrusts hard again. My whimpers turn into unintelligible sounds as he plunges wildly. Loud sounds. I’m screaming his name, not holding anything back as pleasure explodes through my body once again.
He roars through his release, collapsing next to me after he pulls out. Our bodies are slick with sweat and I’ve never been so thoroughly screwed. My knees give out and I fall to the cool sheets. He unties my hands, but I can’t muster up the energy to move them at the moment. When he hops out of bed, I roll over so the cool air can cover my front.
After cleaning up, he falls back on the bed next to me. I turn into his side, laying my head on his chest, still trying to catch my breath. As I lie there, naked, listening to the drumming of his heart, I know I have to leave. Except, I want to stay. But like Max said, this has nothing to do with what I want. He has made no move to show me he wants me to stay. He’s not even touching me right now. If he asks me to leave, I’ll be humiliated. I might not be new to the sex scene, but I’ve never been with a man like Max. This is why I need to go. I roll off him and search the floor for my clothes.
Ask me to stay, I silently plead.
The silence stings but confirms my thoughts. I pull up my panties and shorts. I sense his gaze on me and I want to yell at him. For what, I’m not sure. I’m the one who stormed his room. I’m the one who said okay. I inwardly laugh when I attempt to put my bra on. That was my favorite bra, dammit. After I have my shirt on, I dare a peek back at him. Eyes trained on me, hand behind his head in a relaxed position and the sheet just past the well defined V, I swallow back the desire coming full tilt. He’s gorgeous. And dangerous. Our eyes lock for a beat.
Ask me to stay.
The request doesn’t come. So, I stand taller, walk over and kiss him until we’re both breathless. It’s the only time he’s given me control. That’s when it’s time to go. I whirl around and walk to the door. “Thanks,” I whisper over my shoulder.
He chuckles once. “Any time, Tink.”
Once I’m past the door, my body deflates. I’m thankful he didn’t ask me to stay. I need space to figure out what the hell just happened.
And why I liked it.
The sound of a door shutting jolts me back to the present. My breaths are labored, my body overheating. Jesus, my libido hasn’t stirred to life since Damon left me. I tap my head against the door, demanding it stops thinking of Max like this. I remember that the next morning, Max acted like nothing happened, so I followed his lead. I had always hoped he’d call me, but my phone never rang. I wasn’t what he wanted.
Rolling my head to the side, I listen for anything on the other side of the door. Silence. I pull my emotional wreck of a body off the cold tile floor. I’m tempted to lie on it to cool off.
I’m met with intense eyes as soon as I walk through the door. Max sits on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.
