Chapter Twenty
Reunion
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T HE CONNECTION BETWEEN them was so visceral, Lawes didn’t even think.
Feeling her come apart over his hand, he dropped the brush, kicking it to one side as he unfastened his zipper with his right hand.
She was so fucking good—too good to leave in haste—but the urgency swelling in his balls insisted he pull his fingers free and finally allow his straining erection the same sweet privilege his digits had enjoyed.
Easing his pants down past his hips, he ran his hands over her breasts and pushed the organ between the cleft of her cheeks. He craved her. He’d done so for so fucking long, and there she was—his for the taking.
“I’m supposed to be punishing you.” He was breathless as he nuzzled the back of her neck. “Putting you in your place.”
She moaned a response around the gag.
“Yet somehow, you’re chasing the end of your orgasm.” He smiled, in spite of himself.
He’d given in to her body’s silent calls for the hedonism, so there wasn’t much point in admonishing her, but old habits, he supposed, died hard.
She smelled so good, the remnants of whatever perfume she’d donned for Saul merging with her own unique musk to drive him wild.
Wrapping his arms around her, he longed to claim her again.
Why shouldn’t I?
His lips curled as one hand lowered to support the weight of her thighs. Already on tiptoes, Hannah couldn’t do much to aid his pursuit, but he noted how she didn’t resist as he tilted her hips toward him and lifted her feet from the ground.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, little girl.” Growling the promise into the glistening skin of her shoulder, he paid careful heed to her reactions.
He was going to give her what she warranted, but he needed to know she wanted it, too. A frantic mewl escaped her throat, her head heavy against the top of his chest as he forced her body to arch to his will.
It was all so perfect— she was flawless—but for some unknown reason, that wasn’t enough. He needed to know she yearned for their reconnection as much as he did.
“Hannah.” He drove his hips forward, relishing the sensation of her hot cheeks cradling his desperate dick.
Her head turned at her name, her eyes flickering open to acknowledge him.
“Do you want this?”
It was crazy of him to ask, to infer that his hostage had any choice in what happened next. Hadn’t he made it obvious that she didn’t? Hadn’t he cemented her helplessness with his gag and binds, yet there he was, seeking her assent.
Hungering for her consent.
She tugged in a breath, her eyes glinting with emotions his gag refused to let her utter, and in that moment, he was sorry to have forced it on her.
Even though he enjoyed the damn thing and adored the way it looked in her mouth, suddenly it was the reason he couldn’t have the one thing he wanted as much as her body.
He acted on impulse, permitting her left foot to fall to the floor as his hand shifted to the back of her head and tugged at the buckle.
The clasp was new and ceded without a fuss, and when the straps gave way, he pulled the leather free.
Feeling for her lips, he dipped a finger inside her mouth and edged the plastic ring from her orifice.
She obliged as expected, groaning with what he assumed was relief when the gag fell into his waiting palm.
With one flick of his wrist, he discarded the gag into the tub beside them. The implement landed with a thud as his hand shifted to the side of her face.
“Now, tell me.” Impatience oozed from his tone. “Tell me you want me.”
Her shell-shocked expression met his. “Mr. Lawes.”
Her tone was neither distressed nor desperate, and the fact irritated.
He’d taken her there, he’d looked after her, ensuring she was fed and cleaned before he rocked her fucking world.
The least she could do was admit what they both already knew—her cunt was soaking and more than ready for the inches he had to offer.
“Tell. Me.” His voice was curter that time, her knitting brows recognizing his insistence. “I want to hear it, little girl.”
He did. More than was reasonable.
Their entanglement wasn’t a romantic clinch. It wasn’t the product of internet dating or dinner and drinks. He was the dark dentist she’d never bargained for, and despite all the odds, he was back for more.
It was hardly surprising that she wasn’t begging him to fuck her, hardly amazing the passion flashing in her eyes wasn’t sealed by the words at her lips, but Lawes hadn’t given up hope.
She wanted him. He knew that. He’d felt how much for himself.
He just needed to cajole her into telling him.
“Please,” she gasped, leaning slightly into his palm. “Please, Mr. Lawes, sir.”
“Please, what?” His balls ached at her delay.
Was she toying with him on purpose? Surely, she had to be. She could feel how badly he longed for her and understood her hesitation was the only power she had left.
“Oh God.” She sounded agonized as she leaned back against his shoulder. “Please!”
“Enough, little girl.”
The hand at the side of her face slid south until his fingers clasped her throat. He didn’t hold her tightly, and she had plenty of air, but he could sense his patience slipping away.
Enough with her fucking games.
She would give in to him.
“Tell me what I want to hear.” And mean it. He held back the final three words, but they were there in his head, jeering him.
He did want her to mean it. More than he had any right to.
“I never wanted to see you again.” Her eyes flitted to his, and even then, when she was bound and putty in his hands, he could see the glint of defiance burning in them. “I never wanted this.”
“But you’ve got this.” His cock twitched between her cheeks, reminding her of just what she’d got. “So, tell me the fucking truth.” His fingers tightened a fraction at her neck. “What do you want now?”
He hadn’t anticipated the moment being so much effort, but he supposed that was his mistake. Hannah had always been hard work. She’d always needed to be chased and compelled into obedience. That was one of the reasons he’d never been able to forget her.
“Your cock, sir.”
There was venom in her voice when she finally admitted her desire, but the confession sent a shot of passion racing along his erection.
She’d said it! Even if it hadn’t been the way he’d imagined or with the same yearning he’d longed for. Still, the dirty little vixen who’d turned his world upside down had confessed her desire for him to fuck her again.
It was like all his Christmases coming at once.
“Good.” It was about fucking time. “Because I want you.”
No doubt, the prick stabbing at her rectum had made that clear.
Releasing her throat, he grabbed her thigh, hiking her leg higher as he urged her hips back in his direction. She whimpered at the show of power, her left foot finding the edge of the tub and helping to stabilize her as he urged his cock into the one place he’d been dreaming about.
“Just fucking do it,” she hissed, an outburst he should have penalized, but in the frenzy of his looming passion, all he could do was agree.
Lunging into her, he pinched her hip as he dove deeper, her warm, wet flesh enveloping him and encouraging him on.
“You should watch your mouth.” Drawing away, he smacked the edge of her tempting ass. “You’re still in trouble, little girl.”
“I’m always in trouble with you, sir.” Her delicate fingers gripped the chain holding her cuffs, and arching, she pushed back to receive more of him.
He smirked at her insolence, knowing she wouldn’t see the gesture as his hips picked up their pace. She was right. When he’d last held her, trouble could have been her middle name, but things were different then. He felt that difference as she sheathed him.
Having her there on her own to please only him had altered the twisted dynamic, and if her soaking pussy and breathy mewls were anything to go by, she wasn’t sorry for the change.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, little girl.” His hips thrust forward as if to prove the point. “Whenever, and however, I want.”
Her head fell at his vow, but her giddy groan suggested she had no immediate concerns about his plan. Hurtling toward the climax he’d been fantasizing about for months, he slowed his pace, keen to bleed every fraction of pleasure from her pussy.
“Are you ready, little girl?” Cocooning her body, he leaned closer to whisper the words into her right ear. “Are you ready for everything I’ve got for you?”
Her response was guttural, the filthy eagerness of the noise edging him closer to the precipice.
Pumping his seed into her tight cunt, he let out a groan of his own, and pinning her to the door, he pressed his palm against the wood as her sex milked the final remnants of his orgasm.
Her head was low when he withdrew, her body swaying when he turned to reach for a towel.
He cleaned himself up quickly, his focus returning to the woman with the red bottom who was dangling in his chains. Taking a step toward her, he lifted the length of chain from over the hook and allowed her arms to fall in front of her.
“Bedtime.” Swooping, he collected her in his arms and reached to open the door.
It didn’t matter what time it was. With their mutual satisfaction assured, they could both rest, and he could finally breathe again.