Moaning, I shifted under him. His thrusts were so powerful, I could feel him all the way to the core of me. I wanted more. I wanted to curl my body around his, wanted to wrap my arms around him and lose myself in him. Then his mouth slammed down on mine, his lips hard and demanding. When his tongue slid into my mouth, I bit him and he growled. And he didn’t stop. His tongue tangled and stroked against mine, a sinuous, teasing dance that I thought would drive me insane.
“Please,” I whispered when he tore his mouth away. “Please.”
There was no response, just the endless driving thrusts that still weren’t enough. My body was too full of everything, nerves firing too fast and hard for my body and brain to be able to process.
When he pulled away, I swore. If my hands had been free, I would've grabbed him, held him to me. Since they weren't, I had to settle for glaring at him and calling him a few choice names.
But he was too busy tearing at the ropes that held me down to even respond.
They were made of nylon, he’d told me and they must have been specially designed for this. In a moment, I was free, but before I could sit up and grab him, he flipped me over. Now, on my hands and knees, I sucked in one breath and tried to brace myself because I knew what was coming.
He drove into me, harder and deeper than ever before. A moment later, his hand came down on my ass in a stinging blow and I cried out. He did it again and I could feel the orgasm building up inside me. It was too much. I needed to come.
Ash fisted a hand in my hair and yanked, pulling me upward so that my back arched at an impossible angle. “Tell me what you want,” he snarled the words into my ear, a command I couldn’t deny.
“I want to come. Damn you! Make me come.”
“Bossy, bossy.” He closed one hand around my wrist and guided my hand between my thighs. “You want to come, then do it.”
I was shaking as I started to stroke my clit. And then my eyes caught the movement of our reflection in the mirror. Fuck. I'd never watched myself with someone before and it took my breath away. A stunning display of him taking me, his eyes on my hand as he waited for me to do what he’d said.
I let my head fall back against his chest as he rolled his hips and surged up inside me once more. My back arched, pushing my breasts forward. His gaze moved there and it was like he’d touched me, my nipples tightening, hardening.
Slowly, I slid my hand up, circled one nipple. His next thrust was harder, lifting me off the bed. I cried out again and shifted my hand to my other breast, cupping it in my palm and staring into his eyes as I pinched my nipple.
Ash snarled.
I felt the balance of power between us shifting.
I smiled at him as I dragged my hand down my torso and let my fingers brush against the curls between my thighs. In the mirror, I could see him, the thickness of his penis as it speared into me. I groaned and pushed back against him as best as I could. Because he was so much taller than me, I had no leverage. Instinctively, I lifted my arm and curled my hand around his neck, using the strength of his body to grind myself against him.
“Toni...”
The guttural sound of his voice drew my gaze back to his eyes.
He was still staring at the hand that hovered between my thighs.
I hadn’t done much yet.
But now...
Slowly, I let my fingers brush against my clit. It was swollen, so engorged that one touch was almost torture. Whimpering, I did it again, the contact hesitant. I was so aroused, the line between pleasure and pain had all but disappeared and I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Ash swore and caught my wrist with one hand, pinning it to my belly. His other hand replaced mine and I wailed as he flicked his forefinger against my clit. It was a blunt, hard contact, and the sensitive, nerve-filled flesh felt like it would explode. Then he did it again, and again, each one drawing a scream from me.
His cock swelled inside me and he growled my name.
In the next breath, we were both coming. My vision started to gray around the edges and we swayed forward. At the last moment, Ash shifted and took us down so that we hit the bed on our sides. He curled up against my back and murmured my name again. His lips pressed against the base of my neck.
I tried not to think much of it.
I really, really tried.
But that sexy, sated sound had my heart clenching up into a hard little knot.
This had probably been the best and worst mistake of my life.
That was my last clear thought before exhaustion swept up to claim me.
Chapter 9
Ash
Awareness came slowly, but I didn't open my eyes. Not yet.
I was laying on my bed and although it was quiet, I knew I wasn’t alone.
That was strange, to say the least. I didn’t bring women home with me often and when I did, they never stayed. It was always fuck and then good-bye.
Still, in those odd minutes between sleeping and waking, I couldn’t find anything really wrong about the female body curled up against me. She was slim and small, my arms wrapped around her to hold her back to my chest. Certain parts of my anatomy already appreciated the feel of her. My cock was at attention, nearly painfully hard.
As I drifted closer and closer to wakefulness, she made a grumbling noise, then sighed and wedged her ass more firmly against me.
It was instinct to catch her thigh, raising it high enough for me to push inside. She was damp. Not wet, not yet, and her pussy clung to me, dragging against my cock as I rocked into her.
A low moan escaped, but I knew she wasn't awake.
Gripping her hip, I pushed up onto my elbow. Her hair was trapped under us, pinning her head down. It felt soft and satiny under my arm. I wanted to wrap it around my fists, my wrists, use it to hold her captive as I thrust my cock into her mouth...
“Toni.”
The name slipped out without any conscious acknowledgement of who she was, her presence still vague in my half-asleep state. She whimpered and my stomach clenched. Her hand closed around mine, the one gripping her hip.
It was the prick of her nails into my flesh that finally jerked me into full awareness. My eyes finally flew open as she rotated her hips and sobbed out my name.
“Ash, please...”
Common sense screamed at me to stop now.
Lust screamed louder, and I rolled her flat onto her belly. Without missing a stroke, I pulled her to her knees and thrust deep, hard. The rhythmic sound of my hips slapping against her ass filled the room. It was underscored by the harsh, hungry noises that slid past her lips. She clamped down on me, tight, her muscles milking me as she started to come.
Pressing my hand against her back just between her shoulders, I rode her harder, making her cry out. Just as her climax began to ebb, my balls drew tight in warning and then the orgasm slammed into me. I ground down against her, drawing out the pleasure crashing through me. My eyes squeezed closed and I gritted my teeth to keep from saying her name again.
I wanted to sink down on top of her, cuddle her up against me.
Instead, as I began to come down from my high, I withdrew.
That was when I realized I’d made a mistake. Another mistake. Last night had been a series of them. Touching her this morning had set off another chain reaction of mistakes, culminating in this.
I hadn’t worn a fucking rubber.
“I need to get dressed,” I said shortly as I climbed off the bed.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Toni sitting up, but I didn’t spare her a look as I strode to my bathroom. I mentally cursed myself for losing control. How could I have been so stupid?
I was a hundred different kinds of fool.
From the very first moment I’d asked her to come to Olympus with me, I’d been messing up.
Before that, really.
I should have just made my apologies at the police station and left. I could've had someone take her purse to her, and we could have continued on in whatever non-relationship we had.
Instead, I’d told her about the club, given her an inside look at just how perverse my sexual life was, and not only that, I’d given her a taste. Taken a taste for myself.
No, not a taste.
She was a fucking banquet.
“Idiot,” I muttered, viciously scrubbing at my hair while the shower pounded down on me. I could smell her on me. The sweet female scent clung to my skin, and part of me hadn’t even wanted to shower, because I didn’t want that smell to disappear. I didn't want her to disappear.
Dammit.
I’d messed this up so bad, I didn’t know how to begin to fix it, but I had to.
Toni worked for Isadora.
No matter what my doubts were telling me, my sister would be found. She would come home, and she’d need normalcy when it happened. Toni had been there when she disappeared, so Toni would be here when Isadora came back. They'd be able to pick up where they'd left off.
But I had to make sure I didn’t do something stupid like touch her again. Sleep with her again. Kiss her.
Remember how her face had looked as she stared down at the shibari display playing itself out in front of us. The look of avid hunger as a young Submissive was hogtied and two Dominants worked her up to a fever pitch. They’d done the same to Toni, all without even touching her.
I’d have to forget that. Forget all of it.
I closed my eyes. Like hell.
Forgetting any of that would be just about impossible. So what I needed to do was just stay away from her. That would be easier said than done, but it wouldn’t be impossible.
I just had to make sure she understood that this couldn’t happen again.
There were perfectly logical reasons why any of it had happened to begin with. Toni was a smart woman. Chances are, she was out there brooding over the very things that had me on edge.
All I had to do was go out there, talk to her, lay it all out.
I could be a grown-up about this, and I knew she could be. She’d proven to be the more mature of the two of us time and again.
With that plan in mind, I headed out of the bathroom, a towel around my waist. Toni was still sitting in the bed, the sheets pulled over her chest. She caught sight of me and smiled.
I acted like I didn’t see as I strode past her over to the dresser. It would be better to do this once I was dressed. Having rational discussions while naked just seemed to put a man on uneven ground. At least most of her was covered. I couldn't have done this if I saw those perfect breasts.
Since it was Sunday and I had no plans to go anywhere, I just pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, leaving my feet bare. It seemed best to get clothes on as quickly as possible…before I decided to climb back into bed and try for round three.
Once I was dressed, I turned and found that Toni had slid soundlessly off the bed and was gathering up her clothes.
Shit.
Her ass was amazing.
“Last night was a mistake.”
I blurted the words out and nearly winced at how they sounded. I’d mentally rehearsed this several times over in the bathroom, but I sounded like this conclusion had just suddenly occurred to me.
She looked over at me, cocking her head as she straightened and turned. Holding her clothes casually, she studied me. “Which part was a mistake?”
“All of it.”
“I see.” She shrugged. “Okay. I’m going to use your bathroom if you don’t mind.”
That was it. No tears, no shouting. Not even a 'fuck you.' Nothing except 'I’m going to use your bathroom.'
That was...well. Perfect. My little speech that I’d rehearsed seemed kind of wasted now. Wasted and pointless. Big relief, really.
Toni strode past me and I caught her arm.
Immediately, I wanted to haul her against me and cover that smiling mouth with mine. Put her up against the wall and fuck her again. Fuck her hard and fast and then slow, soft. I wanted to make her moan, then make her beg. I wanted to be awake enough to feel those silken walls sliding against my bare cock.
“You understand, Toni.” I managed an easy smile despite the lust that was turning my brain to mush. “You work for Isadora. When she comes home, I don’t want things to be weird.”
“Ash.” She gave me a lazy smile. Then she reached up and patted my cheek. “I understand completely. I’m going to shower now. Then I’ll get out of your hair.”
***
She patted me on the fucking cheek.
It was still burning me fifteen minutes later when she came strolling out of the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her and I almost swallowed my tongue as a bead of water slid down her neck and then the slope of her left breast before soaking into the towel.
Professional, I reminded myself. I was going to be professional about this.
“Oh.” She stopped as she saw me, frowning a little. “I thought you’d already be doing...well, whatever you do. I just wanted to grab the bag of clothes Doug washed for me.”
She said nothing else as she walked past me and out of the bedroom.
In a towel.