Page 8 of Touch Me

So that’s the game.

I stop, then slowly ease my hand out from between my legs.

“Don’t.”

I lift my chin, but I don’t put my hand back, even thoughI’m so damn close that all I want is to go over.

“Kitten…”

I shake my head. “I want you. Your hand. Yourcock.”

He raises a single brow. “Did I say you could talk?”

I force myself not to smile and instead lower my eyes. Iwant to push back. To say that he should probably punish me. But I won’t. Ican’t. Because I’m quite certain I know what that punishment would be. And I’mfar too turned-on tonight to go the self-sacrifice route simply to score a win.

I’d rather lose and score an orgasm. Or ten.

“More,” he says.

“Yes, Sir.” I slide my fingers down between my legs, my bodyso sensitive a tremor immediately cuts through me, and I gasp, my knees goingweek. I meet his eyes and see the heat there reflected back at me. “Tell mewhat you want me to do.”

For a moment, he says nothing, and I fear he’s punishing mefor speaking. For not continuing with more until I came in front ofhim. His grin holds a hint of victory as he stands, then lets his sweats fallto the ground. He nods to the chaise, and I walk there obediently, then lookback over my shoulder for instructions.

“Get on.”

I start to sit, but he shakes his head. “Hands and knees,Kitten.”

A shiver runs through me. Lust. Desire. Anticipation. It allpools within me, warming me. Making my cunt throb with need and my nipples sodamn sensitive. I swallow, then do as he says so that I’m facing the back restand he’s facing my ass.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” His hands cupmy ass cheeks. “How much I want to bury myself inside you.”

“Please.” The word is heavy with desire. “Hunter, please.”

The words have barely passed my lips when I feel the stingof his palm against my rear. Pleasure. Pain. Surprise. They all mingle togetherto form one single sensation: need.

“Shoulders on the cushion,” he orders. “That beautiful assin the air.” I comply immediately, feeling wonderfully exposed and knowing he’sjust as turned on as I am. “Touch yourself,” and I close my eyes, stroking myclit, then gasping when he spreads my cheeks and his fingertip teases my ass. Iwhimper, then cry out when the tip of his cock finds my core. And in oneviolent, fabulous thrust, he pounds deep inside me, his fingers playing with myrear while his cock fucks me hard and deep.

I close my eyes, relishing the sensation of belonging to himso completely. Of surrender to this man I love.

Of being used.

And of knowing that he needs this as much as I do.

“Jamie.” My name sounds hard, like a command. But also soft,like a prayer. He bends forward and puts his hand around my throat, making mefully his. He has all the control now. I’m his. Only his, and he has the powerdestroy me. To claim me completely.

The thought is wildly erotic, and I feel the tremor in mybody as I come closer and closer to the edge. He tightens his hand, whisperingfor me to come with him, then eases back and uses that same hand to spank me.Once. Twice. And each time I cry out in both pleasure and pain, almost unableto bear the insanity of the sensations that course through my body.

On the third smack, I let go. I have no choice. I’m nothingnow except sensation. Need and greed. And him.

Ryan.

My body shudders and trembles, my cunt throbbing around hiscock, claiming him as he claimed me while he thrusts harder and deeper until Ifeel his entire body go tense. He comes inside me, then whispers my name, andthat simple caress of his voice against my shoulder sends me over again withhim, this unexpected orgasm hitting me so hard, it’s a wonder I don’t black outas I collapse forward, taking Ryan with me. He rolls off, then pulls me intothe circle of his arms. “Kitten,” he whispers, those two syllables conveying somuch passion and heat it’s dizzying.

I sigh, feeling limp and wonderfully, deliciously used.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and those sweet, simple words hitme with the same force as that insane orgasm.

“I know. I love you, too.”