Chapter 21 Ramsay
Not since my twenties had I been this raring to go again so soon after coming.
Only the reminder that Silver hadn’t eaten before we traveled to Stòr got me out of bed.
I pulled on some joggers and handed Silver one of my T-shirts to wear.
Together, we stepped out of the bedroom.
Akiva jumped off the couch with a bark and scrambled over to us for affectionate pets and reassurance.
She would’ve heard the noise we were making and been confused by it most likely.
More than anything, she was nonplussed that I’d kept her from the bedroom when usually she had free rein of the house.
I gave her one last pet and left Silver to shower my dog with affection while I made us French toast. Quick, easy. We could eat and then I could fuck her again.
I was already semi-hard just thinking about it.
Aye, there was no denying she and I had chemistry.
We settled at my small dining table. I enjoyed the way Silver kept shooting me pleased, hot looks in between each bite of her food.
The manipulative bastard I could be, I saw her soft, her guard down, and I went in for the kill. I swallowed a bite of the eggy toast. “Who is threatening you?”
Silver’s hazel eyes narrowed as she chewed. A few seconds later, she replied, “Did you think multiple orgasms unlocked your rights to know my business?”
Frustration irritated me. “Silver, this isn’t a joke.”
“I know it’s not.” She finished her toast and pushed the plate away. “We had sex, Ramsay. It doesn’t mean I trust you with my big, dark secrets.”
“You trust me,” I uttered quietly with conviction.
Once upon a time, it had been my job to forge trust merely to break it. It meant I was almost always sure when someone was certain of me. And it meant nowadays I would rather cut off my own arm than break someone’s trust.
Silver’s certainty in me should have sent me running for the hills.
If I were a better man, I’d end it now.
Yet my blood burned hot for this woman. Insatiable. After so long of an almost numb contentment, feeling this level of anything was fucking addictive.
She sighed, lowering her gaze, hiding her expression.
“Maybe I do. Trust you, that is. To a certain extent. But this secret isn’t for me to tell.
” Silver looked up, eyes blazing. “The truth is going to come out. Everything will make sense soon. But I can’t jeopardize the situation by telling anyone the truth just yet. Not even you.”
Something strange ached in my chest.
It made me want to lash out at her.
I controlled the urge, recognizing I couldn’t punish her for her honesty. “You think I’d spill your secrets, Silver?”
“No.” I heard the sincerity in her answer and relaxed a little. “But like I said, this isn’t only my secret to share, and I’ve made promises.” She leaned toward me. “If I thought anyone would get hurt, I’d tell you. I’d tell the police everything. But it’s not going to go that far. I promise.”
“What about you? This person is only threatening you. Do you really believe you won’t get hurt?”
She tilted her head to the side, contemplating me. Her hair slid over her shoulder, and I wanted to wrap the silky strands in my fist while I moved inside her again. “Do you care?”
Dangerous fucking question.
And she knew it.
In answer, I got up abruptly and grabbed our empty plates. As I dumped them in the sink, I ordered, “Get up and bend over the table.”
“Are you serious? I’ve just eaten.”
Considering the toast had merely been a light repast, I turned to face her and crossed my arms over my chest. “Do you want to come again or not?”
Silver’s cheeks flushed and she slowly stood, muttering, “Arrogant, cocky bastard.”
My lips twitched. “Bend over.”
Arousal darkened her eyes. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“I’m perfectly aware of that.”
Her gaze dropped to my crotch where my cock proudly tented my joggers. “Well, you certainly have a lot of stamina for a man of your advanced years.”
Little brat. I curbed my smile, covering it with a glower. “In ten seconds, I’m going to take care of my situation myself and leave you to deal with your own. Unless you bend the fuck over.”
“You know you should really psychoanalyze why you are able to string together so many fully formed sentences when it comes to sex but not when it comes to normal, everyday conversation.”
“I don’t need to. It’s called a calculated choice. Five, four, three—”
“Fine, God!” She adorably and somewhat hilariously sprawled herself across the table.
My amusement ended, however, when my T-shirt rode up over her perfect arse. The woman really did have the most astonishing pair of legs and arse.
“Are you happy?” Silver asked a little breathlessly, the right side of her face to the tabletop, her hands by her face. “I’m feeling very vulnerable right now, you asshole.”
My lips twitched at the dirty comeback that immediately came to mind, but I let it slide as I crossed the room to her. My gaze flicked briefly to Akiva who was asleep on the couch and hopefully wouldn’t interfere with what was about to happen.
Anticipation tightened in my gut as I cupped Silver’s smooth, lush wee arse. Her breath stuttered as I caressed her gently, slowly, sliding my palms up her spine beneath the T-shirt and around to cup her tits.
“Ramsay,” she murmured huskily, pushing her arse back into me, naturally spreading so I could stand between her legs.
I thumbed her hard nipples, looking forward to sucking on them until Silver writhed in my lap with unspent need. Another time.
Instead, I gave them one last caress and straightened.
Her gaze cut to me, her head lifting.
“Stay there.”
She watched me take a condom out of my pocket. “You brought those with you from the bedroom?”
I did.
“You planned this?” Silver gaped. “To take me here?”
The corner of my mouth quirked and I deliberately didn’t answer.
“This isn’t the most comfortable, you know.”
“In a minute, you’ll feel differently.”
Her eyes remained on my hands, watching me shove down my joggers to roll on the condom. “You’re such an arrogant prick.”
“You’re full of compliments tonight, brat.” I smacked her arse lightly, my cock throbbing not only at the flush it left behind but the shocked moan Silver emitted as she arched instinctively at the contact.
My heart raced a bit harder.
She was perfect.
I prodded my cock against her pussy and her fingernails curled into the tabletop. “Did you like that, Silver?”
“I … I don’t know …”
Not wanting to push her too hard too fast, I eased back, squeezed her arse again, and drew my hand. It cracked against her skin, and she cried out. Her wide eyes flew to mine and she pushed up, putting her weight on her hands.
I thought for a second I’d misread her, dismay pushing through my arousal.
But she rocked her arse and whispered, “Again.”
My hands shook with desire as I demanded, “Take off the T-shirt first.”
Silver straightened to do just that, her tits bouncing as she jerked it off and threw it on the floor. Then she braced her hands on the table and stuck her arse out at me in invitation.
I took a mental snapshot of the erotic sight.
And then cracked a hand across her bottom once more.
“Oh!” She bowed against the table, moaning. “What the …”
Gripping her hips, I guided my cock between her pretty thighs. “My wee heiress likes a spanking.”
She looked over her shoulder at me, panting with arousal. “I guess so.”
“But only naughty girls get spanked.” I grinned wolfishly as I began to push inside her tight, perfect, wet heat.
Her breathing stuttered, arousal hooding her gaze. “Well … I won’t tell you my secrets. Isn’t that a little naughty?”
Blood rushed in my ears as I groaned and pulled out. Unable to resist what she offered.
I spanked her harder this time and Silver moaned, thighs trembling, arms shaking to hold herself up.
Gripping her nape, I used just enough force to press her down to the table.
“Is that what you want?” I growled in her ear as I guided my cock with my other hand.
“To be spanked and fucked until you can’t remember your own name? ”
“Yes!”
I thrust inside her, and she tried to move her hips but couldn’t because I had her pinned.
She throbbed around me at the realization.
I squeezed her nape and rocked in and out of her. Her snug pussy dragged across every fucking nerve ending, but I controlled my drives. Slow, easy, but hard. Dominating. Like she wanted. Like she needed. Like I needed. Her body, however, instinctually tried to buck into my thrusts.
“Relax,” I commanded. “Relax and take your fucking.”
Silver groaned and did as she was told.
“Oh God, oh God,” she whimpered. “I’m coming. I’m coming …” Her pleasured cries filled the room as her inner muscles throbbed around me in tight-fisted tugs.
I released her nape to straighten, grabbing her hips to power harder, deeper. The sight of her sprawled across my table, her lower body shuddering with her climax, her lips parted on moans, and her gorgeous hair a tangled mess down her sleek spine …
My orgasm hit me hard and I exploded, ropes of cum filling the condom.
Once we were both checked out, we were getting rid of the condoms.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I wanted to watch my cum spill from her pussy.
I wanted her to see what she did to me.
That I might be the one in control … but, fuck, she was the one with all the power.
Pulling out with a pleasured grunt, I shot a look across the room to see Akiva eyeballing us with distaste. I sent my dog a silent apology, disposed of the condom, and turned, pulling my joggers back up. Silver pushed off the table, her arse cheeks still pink.
“You all right?”
She chuckled, smoothing a hand down her breasts and torso. “Tabletops aren’t the comfiest.”
Remorse hit me. “Did I hurt you?”
Silver shook her head. “No, you were right, I forgot about the discomfort in favor of the stupendous orgasm.”
“Still, bed next time.” I gently reached out to caress a hand over her breasts.
She shivered into my touch, holding on to my arms. Her cheeks were still flushed with her climax. “I’m a little sore.”
I pressed my hand to her pussy. “I didn’t mean now. Where does it hurt?” I rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit, and she bowed into me, eyes fluttering.
“Ramsay!”
“Not there, then.” I teased her, rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
Her nails bit into my arms. “Oh my … Ramsay … Ramsay …”
“That’s right,” I murmured against her lips as I rubbed harder at that bundle of nerves between her legs. “Say my name.”
She shook her head. “I can’t … Again … oh my … Oh … OH!” She arched into me, her expression tight with her coming orgasm. “Ramsay!” She shattered in my arms, and I caught her, wrapping her in my embrace.
Silver held on to me as her lower body shuddered.
I nuzzled against her ear, feeling her come. “Just a wee apology for the hard table.”
She laughed hoarsely into my chest, melting into me.
Feeling her go limp, I quickly eased her into my arms, cradling her against my chest.
“Oh!” Her eyes widened ever so slightly and then she relaxed into me as I carried her into the bedroom and lay her gently down on the bed.
It would be the first time a woman had slept in this bed with me.
But I couldn’t bear the idea of asking Silver to get dressed so I could take her back to Leth Sholas.
I told myself it was because I’d want her again in the morning.
That it was purely selfish, and I didn’t care enough about her feelings to take care of them.
I’d always been good at lying to others.
As I got in bed beside her, pulling the duvet around us, letting Silver roll into my arms to rest her head on my chest … I remembered too late that I’d always been shit at lying to myself.