Chapter 20
Chapter
Twenty
ARIANA
I wake hours later with Obsidian’s mouth between my legs.
Instinctively, my hand dives into the waves of the brown strands on top of his head, and he groans in approval when I tighten my grip. The morning light is just beginning to seep in through the windows, so I have a wonderful view of this god of a man between my legs.
My panties are gone, so he must have taken them off at some point after we had sex. The knowledge that he spilled inside me earlier and is now tasting the combination of our arousal is somehow hotter than if it were just me he was tasting.
He pushes two fingers into my depth while his tongue works magic on my clit. I’m so close to coming already that I have to wonder how long I stayed asleep after he started. When his fingers work me, it’s less than a minute before my back arches off the mattress, and I climax. Obsidian’s sure to lap up every drop before he kisses the inside of my thigh.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when Obsidian explained his kink to me, other than that I was willing to see what I thought of it. But now that I’ve experienced it twice, I realize I like it more than I would have imagined.
The idea of being at this man’s mercy, that he can take me whenever he sees fit, but knowing in my gut that he wouldn’t hurt me, is a major turn-on. I know that every night when I go to bed from now on, I’ll be wondering, “Is this the night he’s going to visit me?”
He plops down beside me, resting his head in his hand and looking at me. “Good morning.”
A lazy smile tilts my lips. “It is when it starts like that.”
His gaze traces a path over my face, and there’s something more relaxed about him this morning. “Does that mean you approve of last night and this morning?”
With a grin, I roll on top of him, straddling his lap. “More than approve. I want to do it again. And again. And again.”
He looks up at me with something akin to wonder, and his length hardens under me. My eyes drift closed as I rock over his length, spreading the wetness between my legs all over him.
“That can be arranged.” He threads his hand into the hair at the side of my head.
At this moment, I want to kiss him so badly. I want to feel his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth. I wish he would kiss me. But I understand his reasoning. It’s that one degree of separation between us that reminds me what this really is—two people using each other for sexual satisfaction.
Which also means I need to make the most of this while I have it.
I keep rocking, and though Obsidian’s face heats with lust, there’s also trepidation etched on it.
“Is everything okay?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I wanted to ask you something, but again, I don’t know how you’ll react.”
I smirk at him. “It worked out well for us the first time.” I reach down and grip the base of him.
He groans, and his hands go to my hips. “If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone what we talked about. Ever.” His voice is serious, as are his eyes now. He’s not playing around.
“I won’t. Nothing you ever tell me will leave these lips unless you say so.” Positioning him at my entrance, I slowly ease myself down onto him.
We both groan in unison.
“Are you sure?” His eyes drift closed as I circle my hips. “I mean it. The consequences would be dire.”
I have a flicker of hesitation, but I want him to tell me anyway. “I’m sure.”
My head rocks back, and I place my hands behind me on his thighs, continuing to move up and down. He raises his head and watches where we’re joined for a few moments, then he brings his thumb to my center and teases my clit. I sigh and rock my hips faster.
“There’s this thing my brothers and I run. It’s… unconventional.”
“Okay.” My voice is a thread of a whisper as I gasp from the attention he’s giving me and the feel of his girth stretching me in the best way.
“It’s a sex club.”
My movements stop, and I think of what I saw at the manor that one Saturday, the SUVs driving through town, the mask that woman wore.
I start moving again. “And you want me to join you there?”
Relief coats his face, and I’m pretty sure it’s because I didn’t climb off him. “Yes. But it’s not like other clubs. The Ritual Room is members only, and its members are the most elite people in the world.”
That gives me pause. Now I understand what he meant when he said that if I told anyone, the consequences would be dire. Those people don’t mess around with their secrets, and I have no doubt that anyone with loose lips is dealt with swiftly and permanently, Uma-style.
Obsidian speeds up his thumb, and I slam myself down on him one last time as my orgasm takes hold of me and doesn’t let go for several long, blissful moments.
I pause to catch my breath, and Obsidian sits up, his six-pack abs contracting under my fingertips. He takes the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it up off my body, then wraps his arms around me and drags me back down so my soft chest is pressed against his hard one.
“There’s an initiation you’d have to go through to join,” he says, slamming into me from below. “Everyone wears masks, but you’d have to be unmasked your first night, and you’d be filmed as leverage.”
“What would I have to do?” My voice vibrates from the force of his thrusts.
“Whatever I want.”
Those words send a delicious thrill through me. I tuck my face into his neck on the side with the wolf tattoo. “Which is?”
“I’m not sure yet. My brothers and I are the only ones with access to the tapes, though.”
I cry out when he slams inside me and holds himself there for a second before doing it over and over.
“You don’t have to decide now. Give me your answer when you’re ready.” He turns his head and bites my shoulder.
The pain mixed with the pleasure is divine. I pull away from his neck and bring my face over his so he can see me answer his question. My hair hangs down around our faces like a curtain of flames. “I want to join. I want to do this with you.”
At my words, he comes on a cry, holding himself inside me until I stop feeling his cock twitching, and he’s spent.
His hands cradle my face. “Are you sure? You don’t have to say yes. We can just keep doing what we’re doing here.”
“I’m sure, Obsidian. I don’t even need to think about it. I want it all with you.” The words slip from my lips before I can stop them.
But rather than retreat, he tugs me back down to his chest and squeezes me tightly.
I am such a goner for this man, kissing or not. Sex only or not. And though falling hard for someone would elate most women, all I can think about is what’s going to happen when my father’s debt is settled, and I have to leave him behind.