Page 40 of Benjamin and the Thief

“Happy birthday, Benjamin,” she whispered, her eyes locking with his.

In them he saw affection shining back at him—and something else. Catalina was seducing him, and she was aware of the power she had over him. He had no defenses. But it didn’t matter. He wanted Catalina to know that she had power over him.

Knowing that he couldn’t resist the temptress beneath him, he began to thrust back and forth between her breasts, while his balls slapped against her chest with every thrust and withdrawal. The erotic sensation shot spears of lust through his body and hastened the approach of his orgasm. Three words sat on his lips, ready to burst from them, when his cock spasmed without warning, killing his ability to speak. His seed shot from its tip, raining over Catalina’s cleavage, neck, and shoulders as he climaxed hard and fast.

His knees were shaking from the force of his release, and he bent over Catalina, kissing her passionately. She responded with the same passion and put her arms around him to hold him close.

When he severed the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ve never felt anything so amazing.”

“I love the way you lose control,” she replied, running her finger along his cheek and chin.

He managed a chuckle. “I bet you do, you little vixen.” Then he pressed a featherlight kiss to her lips. “And I love the way you make me weak in the knees.”

Benjamin’s words sent a warm tingling through her body, settling in her womb. And even though he hadn’t explicitly said he had feelings for her, she could hear affection coloring his voice. She’d never been so adventurous when it came to sex, but with Benjamin she felt free to experiment and let go.

“Come,” he suddenly said, and lifted himself off her.

He helped her up, then guided her back to the tub and helped her step back inside. As if he’d done this many times before, he cleaned her chest, making sure to rinse away all soap and semen, before doing the same for himself.

“I’ll help you dry off,” he suggested when he lifted her out of the tub and set her back on the bathmat.

She smiled at him while he reached for a large bath towel. “I know what that leads to.”

He winked at her. “Let’s be honest. Everything I do with you leads to the same: me wanting to make love to you.”

As he dried her and himself off, she enjoyed being close to him. Even though he’d climaxed only minutes before, he didn’t act like other men after they’d gotten what they wanted. He still paid her the same attention and showed her the same affection as before.

Now dry, Benjamin took her hand and led her out of the bathroom. She lay down on the bed, and he joined her. But instead of lying down beside her and pulling the duvet over them, he knelt at the foot of the bed and gripped her legs, spreading them wide to make space for himself.

When she realized what he was about to do, she let out a low gasp. “Oh.”

He looked at her as he slid closer. “I want to lick you. I hope that’s okay with you…”

Their eyes met, and she noticed the orange sheen in his irises again. It had to be a reflection of the bedside lamp, but right now it looked like lava that was bubbling in a deep cave. It was odd that the sight conjured up such a strange comparison, but she couldn’t think of it in any other way.

“Yes,” she said in a breathy voice, eager to feel his lips and tongue on her intimate flesh.

“I’m glad, or I would have had to tie you to my bed so I could suck your beautiful pussy.”

At the thought of being tied up by him, she should feel scared, but to her surprise, no such fear rose in her.

“Maybe that’s what you should do.”

His forehead furrowed.

“Tie me up, I mean,” Catalina clarified. “Like you did the other night in the car. I promise I won’t try to pick the lock this time…”

A strange glint appeared in his eyes, and he rose from between her legs. He walked to the other side of the bed and opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table.

“As luck would have it, I keep a second pair right here.”

He pulled a pair of handcuffs from the drawer and joined her again. Before she could change her mind, she felt one cuff click shut around her wrist. The steel felt cold on her skin, and instinctively, she shivered.

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.

She met his eyes. “I know.”

She lifted her arms toward the headboard, and Benjamin looped the second cuff through a wooden post and clicked it shut around her other wrist.