Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Stryker
“Yes.” She swallows. “Yes, Sir.”
Hearing the honorific on her pretty lips warms me like a good, aged whiskey. She may never have called another man that in the bedroom, but it rolls off her tongue like she was born to say it.
“That’s my good girl.”
I straighten, letting my gaze travel slowly down her body. Taking inventory. Planning my sensual path.
Her nipples are already tight peaks, begging for attention. Her thighs are pressed together, but I can see the flush spreading across her skin, can smell the sweet musk of her arousal.
“Spread your legs.”
The command makes her tense, but she obeys, letting her thighs fall open to reveal the glistening pink flesh between them.
“Wider.”
She whimpers but complies, opening herself completely to my view.
“Perfect.” I trail one finger up her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she wants me to touch her most. “Look how wet you are already, and I’ve barely touched you.”
Her hips lift slightly, seeking more contact, but I pull my hand away.
“Patience, sweetheart. We have all night, and I plan to use every minute of it.”
I shed my clothes efficiently, watching her watch me. Her eyes darken when I reveal my chest, go wide when I push down my sweats and free my cock that’s already hard and aching for her.
But I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet.
Instead, I kneel beside her on the bed, close enough that she can feel my body heat but not close enough to touch.
“You want to know what I’m thinking about?” I wrap my hand around my length, stroking slowly while she watches with hungry eyes. “I’m thinking about all the ways I’m going to make you come tonight. With my tongue. My fingers. My cock.”
Her grip tightens on the headboard, and I see her fighting not to reach for me.
“I’m thinking about how you taste. How you feel wrapped around me. How you sound when you fall apart.”
I increase the rhythm of my strokes, letting her see everything, denying her nothing except the ability to participate.
“Please,” she breathes. “Let me...”
I still my movements. “Let you what?”
“Let me touch you.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I want to. Because I need to feel you.”
The honesty in her admission makes my chest tight. This woman who trusts no one, who keeps everyone at arm’s length, is begging me to let her closer.
“Release the headboard.”
Her hands fall away immediately, and I guide one to wrap around my shaft.
The contact sends electricity shooting up my spine. Her fingers are soft and sure, working me with a rhythm that makes my vision blur at the edges.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”
But I don’t let her continue for long. Can’t afford to. Not if I want this to last.
“Enough.” I pull her hand away, ignoring her sound of protest. “I want your hands back where they belong.”
She grabs the headboard again, but there’s a new fire in her eyes. A challenge.
Interesting.
This woman…
She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met. And I want to know all her secrets, earn the trust she seems to give no one.
I settle between her thighs, spreading them wider with my shoulders. The scent of her arousal hits me like a drug, and I have to fight not to immediately bury my face between her legs.
“Please.” She lifts her hips in invitation.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me. Taste me. I need—”
I cut off her words by dragging my tongue from her entrance to her clit in one long, slow stroke.
She cries out, her body arching off the bed, but her hands stay locked around the headboard.
Good girl.
I feast on her like a man starving, using my tongue and lips and teeth to drive her higher and higher. She’s sweet and intoxicating, and I could spend hours between her thighs and never get enough.
“Oh God, Stryker, please—”
I slide two fingers inside her while my mouth works her clit, feeling her walls clench around the intrusion. She’s so tight, so responsive, making sounds that go straight to my cock.
“You’re close,” I murmur against her flesh. “I can feel you getting tighter. But you don’t come until I say you can.”
“No! I can’t—I need—”
“You can. And you will.” I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that I hope will make her forget everyone except me. “Because you’re mine now, Allie. And what’s mine follows my rules.”
She’s sobbing with need, with the effort of holding back her release. But her hands never leave the headboard.
“Stryker!”
The tension her radiates, and her whole body trembles.
“Now.” With the command, I add a third finger as I relentlessly tease her clit. “Come for me now.”
She shatters with a scream that echoes off the walls, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as wave after wave of pleasure tears through her. I work her through every aftershock, drinking down every drop of her release until she’s boneless and gasping beneath me.
“Beautiful.” I press soft kisses to her inner thighs. “So fucking beautiful when you let go.”
I move up her body slowly, cataloging every mark I want to leave, every spot that makes her shiver when I touch it. When I reach her mouth, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“Stryker… I…”
“Tell me.”
“I need you inside me.”
I fucking need it too. “We’re going to do this slow.”
After sheathing myself to protect her, I position my cock at her entrance, letting her feel the pressure without giving her exactly what she wants.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes meet mine, glazed with need and something deeper. Something that looks intoxicatingly close to trust.
“Tonight, you belong to me,” I tell her as I push inside slowly, watching her face for every microexpression. “Say it.”
“Yes, Stryker.”
“All the words.”
She meets my eyes. Hers are wide and unblinking. And for the first time, maybe, there’s raw honesty there. “Tonight I belong to you.”
The words hit me like a physical blow, and I have to stop moving to keep from losing control completely.
Mine. Finally, completely mine.
I take her slowly at first, building the rhythm until she’s matching me thrust for thrust, her legs wrapped around my waist, her nails pressing into my shoulders.
“Harder.” She gasps. “Stryker…”
I move her hands from the headboard and flip us over in one smooth motion, putting her on top, watching her eyes go wide with surprise.
“Show me.” I grip her waist tightly. “Show me how you want it.”
“I…”
“Do it, Allie.”
She begins to move, finding her rhythm, taking what she needs. And I let her, for a while, content to watch the play of emotions across her face as she rides me.
But when I see that telltale tightening around her eyes that means she’s close, I take control back.
“Put your hands behind your back, sweetheart.”
Her eyes flare, and then she obeys. The angle thrusts her breasts forward, making the locket bounce with each thrust.
“That’s it, Allie. Just like that.” I increase the pace, driving up into her while she takes everything I give her. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So perfect.”
She’s close again, I can feel it in the way she clenches around me, can hear it in the desperate sounds she’s making.
“Please.” Her plea makes her voice hoarse.
“Keep begging.”
“Please let me come.”
“Hold on a little longer.” I still my movements completely, watching frustration and need war across her features.
A few moments later, she closes her eyes and exhales her surrender.
That’s it. “Good girl.” I resume the punishing rhythm, feeling my own release building at the base of my spine. “Now come for me. Come all over my cock.”
She explodes with a cry that’s part pleasure, part surrender, her pussy milking me as she falls apart in my arms.
The overwhelming sensation triggers my own release, and I follow her over the edge, filling the condom with pulses of heat that seem to go on forever.
We collapse together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. I pull out carefully and dispose of the condom, then gather her against my side.
“You okay?” I murmur into her hair.
“More than okay.” Her voice is soft, sated. “That was...”
“Just the beginning.”
She tilts her head to look at me, and I see something shift in her expression. “Oh?” A spark of mischief is there that makes my cock twitch with renewed interest.
Without breaking eye contact, she deliberately loosens her grip on the headboard and lets her hands fall to her sides.
The challenge in her gaze is unmistakable.
Damn. Could she be any more perfect? I fucking love a challenge.
Game on, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’ve unleashed.
“Now you’re really in trouble…” I smile, slow and predatory. “Sweetheart.”