Chapter 6 #3
And again.
Even as I entwined my feet together, I couldn’t believe the power of the man as he held me, his muscles straining.
He took his time repeating the move several times, finally developing a rhythm.
I slipped my arms around his neck, bucking against him as he fucked me.
While this wasn’t about anything but fulfilling a primal need, I continued to be mesmerized by the look in his eyes.
He was as engaging as he was dominating, his need to consume me evident by his dilated pupils.
There was something about his expression that confirmed the man was holding secrets of his own.
Anguish and anger had nearly consumed him, destroying at least a portion of his personality.
That made me drawn to him even more. While there was no way to repair the damage he’d suffered, I hungered to try to console him.
That threw me even more than his brutal actions, almost pushing me into a tailspin. I dug my knees into his sides, dragging my tongue back and forth across my lips.
“Naughty vixen,” he muttered then snapped his hand around the back of my neck, squeezing with enough pressure he startled me.
“You will learn not to tease me.” He forced my head lower until our lips were mere centimeters apart.
His breathing was as ragged as mine, his hot breath cascading over me like a warm blanket.
As he captured my mouth, I sensed him moving backwards. Then he slowly eased onto the chair, his fingers kneading my skin.
I shifted against him until my toes were able to touch the floor.
The kiss was sweeter than before, somehow more intimate as he darted his tongue inside.
I pressed my hand against his face, quivering from the way his beard skimmed against my fingertips.
Without being asked, I started to ride him, shifting forward and backward.
We were in sync for a few beautiful minutes, but as the kiss grew more ferocious, I knew it wouldn’t last.
He was far too hungry, his control amazing me.
When he pulled away, he cupped my chin, digging his fingers in. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. Show me how much you crave having my cock inside of you.”
His challenge yanked on some aspect of darkness inside of me.
I started to rock him more aggressively, enjoying the hard thudding our bodies made as they were slammed together.
He held me in the same position, our eyes locked together, the pounding of my heart matching his.
I wanted nothing more than to make him come.
I was no longer myself, sucked up in a vacuum of darkness and light, a blatant need that defied good graces.
As his breathing became even more labored, I squeezed my muscles until he threw his head back and roared.
The sound was like nothing else he’d made, so guttural and savage.
I refused to stop, clenching then releasing several times.
I could tell he was fighting to hold back, not finished with me yet.
He slowly lowered his head and for a few seconds, he bared his beast, the darkness of his monster living under his gorgeous facade. I was thrown even more, realizing the man wasn’t just going to continue ravaging me.
Or devour me.
He was going to attempt to break me.
I was thrown into a moment of never-never land, uncertain why the excitement refused to leave my system. He’d managed to strip away too many of my barriers, refusing to accept any consequences for his actions. I wasn’t certain if he was trying to prove something to himself or to me.
I could have sworn by the look in his eye that he’d grown angry with me, preparing to issue another round of discipline.
He rose from the chair, pushing me away.
The move was confusing as hell, dragging my self-confidence into the toilet.
I realized I was prepared to sputter an apology, as if I had anything to apologize for.
As he towered over me, he did something that shocked me more than anything.
He brushed the backs of his fingers across my cheek, lowering his head until he was able to whisper into my ear.
“You surprise me, Aspen, and no one ever does any longer. You are a bright shining star that I shouldn’t touch, but I will find it impossible to keep my hands off you after tonight. ”
They were tender words, almost loving words.
I was pitched into another moment of self-doubt, maybe even denial as I planted my hands on his chest. I have no idea how long we stood together, the gentle touch pushing me into a moment of bliss, but I knew I would find it difficult to stay away from him as well.
Within seconds, his dominating side returned. He swung me around, shoving my waist over the edge of the table and kicking my legs apart. The man had two distinct personalities, the Jekyll and Hyde aspect even more confusing. I was slow to react until realized what he was going to do.
Make good on his promise to take me in every hole.
“Please, you can’t.” I pushed up from the table only to be smacked on the bottom several times. The pressure and force he used were just enough to cause me to yelp.
Montgomery wound his hand around my hair, holding me in place. “You don’t seem to understand that whether in business or in pleasure, you will never be in charge. I guess we’re going to need to work on that further.”
I felt the pressure as he pushed the tip of his cock to my dark hole.
“I’ve never done this. I don’t think I can…
” The words trailed off. I was horrified at admitting something so personal, especially to a man who was determined to have all of me.
Then there was the humiliating fact that tears were threatening to give me away, pushing me out of control.
I could tell I was ready to lash out, unable to control my actions.
But when he pressed a series of kisses down my spine, he threw me once again. The dichotomy of his actions as well as his words was so damn confusing.
“Relax, sweet Aspen. The only pain you’re going to receive is from the lash of my belt, the flat of my hand.”
His words were comforting, allowing me to take a series of deep breaths. He peppered another series of kisses on my skin before pushing his cock in another inch.
The instant slice of pain was biting, forcing me to jerk up, fighting his hold all over again.
“Oh, God. I just…” I was blubbering like some child.
God, I hated myself. He replaced his lips with his fingers, sliding them down my spine sensually.
I squeezed my eyes closed, concentrating on his actions.
By the time he’d reached the base of my spine, I was no longer as tense.
That’s when I realized he’d slid several additional inches inside.
My muscles strained to accept his girth, the pain becoming nothing more than discomfort. When he thrust the remainder inside, I let out a ragged moan.
As he began to drive into me, every move slow and easy, the last remnants of any level of anguish disappeared, the sensations now pleasant.
“Tight everywhere. Just the way I like it.” His tone was dark and just as demanding as before, the silky vibes drilling through me. He gripped my hip as he began plunging in and out, taking the final step at fulfilling his promise.
Making me his.
I kept my eyes closed, sliding my arms over my head as I thought about the ramifications of our actions. I’d defied my own principles for one night of raw bliss, surrendering in every way.
I’d become his toy.
His sinful treat.
His possession.
Whatever would happen after this, I knew couldn’t be good for either one of us. In fact, I had a gut feeling that my world would be destroyed.
Not by my work ethic.
But by his unbridled desire.
He was brutal in his actions, thrusting harder and faster.
I clung to the edges of the table, the force he used jarring, but as I fully relaxed, I realized how much I was enjoying the moment.
Panting, I tried to hold on as he continued, butterflies swarming my stomach.
Within seconds, I knew he was finally ready to release, filling me with his seed.
And once again, I disobeyed him, squeezing my muscles.
As he exploded deep inside, he issued another ragged roar.
Only this time, it was one of conquest.