Chapter Twenty-Four
Pinioned by Pleasure
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L IKE A FLY CAUGHT IN a spider’s web, Amy was entirely captured. If she’d been bound in silk and splayed across the corner of the wall, she’d have been more liberated than she felt with Kyle.
The spanking was over, and she was glad for the respite, but her body longed for more of the hot and heavy sensations. How was that possible? Her breath caught at the perplexing notion. How could she want more of the thing that she despised?
How could she want any of it?
The unraveling answer was simple enough, if not difficult to acknowledge. She hadn’t hated any of it. Despite the pain and the ignominy, Kyle had given her everything she’d ever needed. The man barely knew her, but his body seemed to recognize hers in an almost primal way. Together, they’d weaved magic in the shadowy confines of his mansion.
“You took your spanking well.” His fingers skimmed along her labia. Each feathery touch was captivating, promising to take her back where she longed to be—close to the edge where they both belonged.
She tensed at his exquisite pressure, her body alive at his light caresses, craving more.
“Do you remember what’s next, little girl?” One of his fingertips grazed her clit, and her body jerked as his question hung in the air.
She remembered all right. It was the reason she hadn’t leaped from his body already.
“My orgasm, sir?” She twisted briefly to glance back at his face, needing the reassurance that he was still prepared to offer her the reward.
“Yes.” His lips curled as their gazes collided. “Your pleasure.”
She could have sworn a choir of angels chorused at her joy.
“Open your legs for me, little girl.”
She forced her knees wider, not wanting to do anything to delay or deter her looming climax, and was rewarded with one digit as it slid into her sex.
“You’re so wet for me.” His groan was appreciative as his finger eased in and out of her.
“Oh God.”
“I think you enjoyed your spanking more than you’re letting on.” His chuckle was dark as a second finger glided into her, and she gripped them gratefully, never wanting to let him go. “Far more, little girl.”
“Yes!” She gasped as he slowly increased the rhythm of his digits. She’d never much liked it when Graham had used his fingers in the past, but Kyle’s technique was exemplary. The ideal intensity met the perfect pace as he coaxed fresh whimpers from her mouth. Plus, the gentle brush of a third finger at her tingling bud was driving her insane, the pressure just enough to tug her higher and higher into the looming pleasure. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re delectable.”
She could hear the strain in his voice as his hand increased its tempo, and she responded with a desperate mewl.
“So fucking good.”
She caught her lip between her teeth, wanting to relish every moment, yet silently praying his ministrations never ended. At the rate he was going, it wasn’t going to take long to topple her. Her hips rocked of their own accord as she willed her pleasure closer.
“Please, sir.” There was no choice anymore. The edge of the precipice was upon her. She was going to fall whether he liked it or not. “I’m going to come!”
“Yes, you are.” A guttural moan escaped his throat as her pussy contracted around his fingers.
Time lengthened around her as the upsurge of powerful sensation raged and landed on her like an avalanche. There were no words for the feeling—nothing that could come close to describing the enormity of such intensity—so instead, she held on, breathing hard as her body spasmed.
“Come for me, little girl. I want to feel it!”
The world around her was muted as the hedonism crashed over in wonderful, supplicant waves. She was present but not wholly aware; compliant, yet contracted with knotted desire. Still sprawled over him, she was still breathing, still alive—but she might as well have been flying in outer space for all it mattered. Oxygen, gravity, and matter were all irrelevant. There was only him, his heat, and her overwhelming desire.
Kyle had taken her to the stars and pushed her so hard and so far, she scarcely even knew her own name.
“Beautiful.” He lowered over her to kiss the small of her back—the same place his shiny shoes had donned not long before. “I want you, Amy.”
“Yes, please, sir.” She writhed over him. “I want you, too.”
“Down on your knees.” Withdrawing his hand from between her legs, his free arm eased her down to the rug.
She fell into a heap with a small yelp, her head spinning as she glanced up at the raging fire. They were still there then, in his study? She hardly believed it.
“See how wet you are.”
Kyle thrust his fingers in her direction, splaying the digits so the evidence of her arousal was clear to see.
Fuck.
She clenched at the sight, shame rising as heat on her face as she met his knowing gaze. She’d done that. Her desire had coated three of his long fingers.
“You make me that horny, sir.” She shuddered lightly at the memory of just how fucking good that orgasm had been—the best yet.
The best ever.
“You’re right.” He leaned closer, his hand approaching her face in slow motion. “Show me how grateful you are, little girl.”
“Sir?” Her focus flitted from his fingers to his face.
“Clean them for me.” His voice slowed, accentuating each word as her concentration drilled into her.
Clean them?
She nearly repeated the phrase out loud as her breath became labored. Was he joking? The serious look on his face said otherwise.
“Little. Girl.” He punctuated the words now. “Clean. Them.”
She shifted her weight forward unthinkingly, the power of his stare insisting she obey. Her lips parted as she approached his digits, her eyes falling closed as she took the first finger between her lips. There was no choice, she realized. Not if she wanted to stay in the midst of the sexual ecstasy they’d created. But more than that, she accepted that she didn’t care. Like or despise his command, Kyle had given it. It was her job to simply do as she was told.
There was freedom in that knowledge.
“Mmmm.” Hunger echoed in his voice as she obliged him.
The scent and flavor of her pleasure cajoled her senses as she swallowed the length of first one, then another digit. It was wicked to taste herself on him, more illicit than anything she’d ever known, but as she increased the suction, a strange sense of empowerment enveloped her.
He was giving the orders, yet she could tell by his labored breathing that she was the one with all the power. He wanted her—he’d told her so himself—and she imagined the way he yearned for his fingers to be replaced with his cock every time she drew her hot lips over them.
“Fuck.” Slipping from the chair to his knees beside her, he eased his fingers gently from her mouth. “On to all fours.” He shook his head as though he couldn’t believe what they’d done. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Licking the taste of her sex from her lips, she smiled as she readied herself on her hands and knees. He wasn’t the only one who was desperate. Kyle might have taken her to the brink of sanity with her most recent climax, but she needed his hardness in her soft, wet places to fill her up and remind her that she was still alive—still a woman.
They called out in unison as he buried his cock inside her, her mind finally quiet, save for the one prevailing thought—this was what she was there for. Fuck the money, and fuck the future. At that moment, there was only that one starkly beautiful realization—she was a vessel for their mutual, irrefutable, and relentless pleasure.