19. Cassandra #2
His fingers moved inside of me. “I think revenge turns you on,” he said as he showed me the wetness that hung like dew-covered webs between his fingers.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but a larger part of me was turned on by the note of praise in his voice.
“What can I say? I like being bad.”
Christian grabbed the condom he had tossed on top of the sheets and handed it to me. “Then enjoy what it feels like to be my good girl.”
He shucked off his boxers and straddled my hips. His cock was thick and heavy, bobbing in front of me as he plucked my nipple. “You know what to do. Put that on me.”
“Prepared. I like it.” I tore the packet open and fitted the condom on the head of his cock, then rolled it down his shaft. I salivated over the groan that ripped from his hair-covered chest when I cupped his balls in my palm.
“ Fuck .” His whisper slipped as I gently rolled them in my hand and gave them a tug. His eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled a heady breath. “Do you know how many times I fucked my hand thinking about you?”
“Ah. So you don’t have the supernatural self-control I thought you did. Good to know you’re human.”
His laugh turned into a kiss. “Kings, tyrants, and gods couldn’t resist you, darling. How could I?”
Blunt pressure nudged against my pussy as he notched himself in my entrance. I vaulted back, my spine bending as he pushed inside. Christian wrapped me up in his arms, keeping me safe against his chest as he sank into my pussy.
“Breathe,” he soothed as he caressed my breast, kneading and teasing it as a distraction.
But it wasn’t the fullness that made my lungs ache. It was him.
“Sorry. It’s been a while,” I lied, tucking my forehead into the crook of his neck as he eased out and thrust in again.
“I’ve got you.”
“Christian,” I cried out as he held deep inside of me and ground the base of his shaft against my clit. I squeezed my legs around his hips, desperate to keep him close.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered into my neck, punctuating it with a kiss. “I want to feel you come around me.”
I nodded, desperately craving the orgasm. “Make me come.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grunted as he kept a steady rhythm, always pausing to give my clit some attention.
“I hate being called ‘ma’am.’”
Warm brown eyes locked on mine as he thrust inside of me. He cupped the back of my neck and tangled his fingers in my hair.
His whisper against my neck was reverent. “Yes, my queen.”
Sparks danced across my body. Every part of me craved him. My nipples ached for his touch, and my breasts felt heavy. I wanted his mouth on mine. I wanted his eyes on my body. I wanted his hands everywhere—touching and teasing me.
I exploded and collapsed like a supernova, glowing with white-hot energy as my release racked my body. Christian froze, swearing under his breath as he jerked, filling the condom.
We lay there, chest to chest, catching our breath as sweat-slicked skin stuck to each other. I flopped my head to the side and peered at the clock on the nightstand. “You probably need to get back to work.”
Christian chuckled as he pecked my lips, then eased out of me. “Are you kicking me out of my own house?”
I trailed my fingertips down his chest. “I’m giving you an easy out.”
“I don’t need an out, Cass. Hang tight.”
I laid there as he slipped out to the bathroom to deal with the condom. He came back a minute later with two washcloths—one warm and damp, and the other dry.
His posture was humble as he knelt between my thighs and gently wiped them clean, then dry.
“Admirable, but unnecessary,” I said as I rolled over to my side. “You have a weirdly ‘nice’ style of domination.”
Christian shook with laughter as he pulled on his boxers, then slid into bed behind me. “You think it’s just being tied up and spanked?”
“Something like that. I don’t mind a little spanky panky.”
He brushed my hair aside and kissed up the back of my neck. “Well, to me it means that a partner is trusting me to be in control of their pleasure.”
I shivered as he ghosted his fingers up and down my waist.
“There’s a lot of gray area in that. You wanna be tied up and teased?
I’ve got rope. You want me to pull your hair and turn your ass red?
It would be my pleasure, Princess.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body against his chest. “But if you just want me to put you first and make you feel good, you can trust me to do that because making you feel good turns me on.”
“I’m not a cuddler,” I huffed as I turned in his arms and rested my temple against his soft chest.
Christian was ridiculously sexy. His body was comforting. It was a safe place I could get lost in.
He buried his nose in my hair and inhaled deeply. “You have a funny way of showing it.”
“I don’t hate it quite as much as I usually do,” I hedged. “This is like snuggling with a teddy bear.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged his hair out of the mussed bun. “I like it.”
He groaned as I scratched his scalp, easing the tension from having his hair up all the time.
“Do you get those sore spots on your head when you make your bun too tight?” I asked.
Christian closed his eyes as he soaked it in. “Yeah. That feels good.”
“Why do you have long hair? It seems like it gets in the way.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Do you not like it?”
“I didn’t say that. I was asking why you have it. In all the photos on your mantle, your hair is short.”
“It wasn’t practical to keep asking my mom to help me with the girls’ hair. I grew mine out so I could practice on myself and learn how to take care of it so I could teach them. I’ve gone to work with braids, curls, rollers—you name it.”
My heart seized.
Christian looked at the clock and sighed. “I have to get back to work.” He tipped my chin up and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Wanna come out with me? Ride out to where the boys are?”
I laughed. “If you plan on fucking me again, I highly recommend that you don’t make me sore from riding a horse.”
He laughed. “That’s fair.”
“Go to work,” I said, playfully shoving him off of me. I shimmied up the bed and sat against the pillows as he tugged his jeans back on.
He worked down the line of buttons on his shirt. “You sure there’s not something you wanna talk about?”
Fucking mind-reading cowboys…
“What changed your mind?” I asked.
“About what?” he asked as he buckled his belt. “Fucking?”
“Yes.”
His smile was bashful. “Cass, I’ve been fantasizing about you since I saw you get out of that car the day you arrived. Not fucking you the day I walked in here and saw you touching yourself had nothing to do with you.”
“Because you have kids.”
“I do.” He stomped into his boots. “And today you stood up for them and protected them.” He leaned over the bed and kissed me. “Nothing is more attractive to me than that.”