Page 63 of Ravaged With You

My pussy clenches around him, and I’m so turned on I think I’ll melt. “Yes. Oh, God, Red, yes. Please.”

“Jo,” he says, more of a groan than a word, and I sigh with pleasure, only to gasp again when he spins me around to face him, his hands caging me on either side of my shoulders. I’m breathing hard, and so is he. “You don’t know what you’re getting into with me.”

“I do,” I say. “I’m getting you. All of you. Do you think I want some fake version of the man I love? Quit worrying about me, Red, and just be who you are, dammit. You cross a line, and I swear I will tell you. But,” I add, “I don’t think you will.”

His breath tickles my face, but he doesn’t move. I reach for one of his hands, then press his palm over my breast. Then I slide it down until his fingers reach the band of my panties. I lead him under teasing my clit with his fingers. “Please, Red,” I whisper, closing my eyes as his fingers move on their own, sliding over my folds. “Yes, more. I’m begging you.”

I hear his low, harsh groan, then whimper myself when he pulls his hand away. I’m about to protest—I’m so damn frustrated—when I feel the pressure of his hands on my breasts over my blouse. I open my eyes as his fingers grip the edges where the buttons are fastened. One quick tug, and he’s ripped it open, and I hear buttons pinging on the floor.

I gasp, then moan as he yanks down one cup of my bra, exposing my breast. His fingers tease my already sensitive nipple, and I bite my lip, forcing myself not to beg as more pleasure seeps through me, pooling between my legs.

As if he’s reading my mind, his other hand slides down, his fingers going deep inside me. “Christ, you feel good,” he murmurs, then closes his mouth over mine in a deep, brutal kiss, so hot and demanding I’m utterly destroyed.

When he pulls back, I’m gasping for breath, unable to gather myself because of the way his fingertips continue to tease my nipple even as his fingers play with my pussy.

I’m desperately wet, and my body clenches around him, wanting all of him. Wanting everything. “Don’t stop,” I say, writhing against his hand, then crying out when he twists my nipple hard, the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure sending sparks racing through my body, sensitizing every inch of me and making my pussy clench around his fingers.

“Did that hurt?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Did you like it?”

“God, yes.” My eyes are closed, but I open them now. He’s looking at me with such lust and passion, my legs go weak.

Then the corner of his mouth curves up. “With me,” he says, then leads me to my bedroom.

“Do you have any toys?” he asks, then chuckles.

“What’s funny?”

“Now you blush?”

“Mel didn’t like to play like that,” I admit, realizing that my cheeks really are burning.

“Mel didn’t?”

I shake my head, holding his gaze. “I wanted to try things. All kinds of things,” I add lifting my chin. “You haven’t even come close to the things I thought about.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Show me what you have.”

It takes me a second to realize he means the toys, but when I do, I head to the bookshelf and pull down an oversized copy of Anna Karenina

His brows rise.

“It’s a fake,” I say, lifting the cover to reveal a combination lock. I dial in the code, then open it to reveal a compartment with a vibrator, a blindfold, and some silk cord. I shrug. “I told you. Pretty lame.”

“It’s a start,” he says. “Take off the rest of your clothes, then get on the bed. On your knees. Your ass toward me.”

I do, my nipples tightening simply from the command in his voice.

He tells me to scoot closer to the headboard, and when I comply, he comes behind me, then blindfolds me. “No fair,” I protest. “I’m completely naked and you’re still dressed. I didn’t get to see a thing.”

“Arguing?” he asks.

“No, sir,” I answer, and hear his responding chuckle.

He tells me to bend forward so that my chest is on the bed with my arms in front, but my ass still in the air. I do, and he uses the silk cord to bind my wrists to the headboard.