Page 33 of The Secret
Silence. The movement is quick when it happens. My face is in the sheets, and his hand slaps my ass so goddamn hard my eyes water. But God,I like this.
“The key to getting what you want here is obedience, sweet girl, not rebellion.”
“You like the goading, though,” I say, shifting my sore ass against where he’s notched in the crease. “I don’t do obedience, Dan, you know that.”
The laugh he makes is deep like I’ve said something funny. “You’ve always obeyed me in bed,” he says.
Frowning, I open my mouth to disagree, but … ummm …my God, he’s right. Every request, every single thing he wanted, I’ve handed control right over.Holy crap. Have I ever done that with a guy before?
He chuckles into my silence. “Don’t overthink it, Liss. It’s the hottest thing to have a woman who’s as strong-willed as you are obey everything I want to do to her.”
Okay, then.
Pulling me back up, he undoes another button and strokes down my torso. “Fuck, I love that you’re not wearing a bra. I can’t wait to play with your nipples.” He grunts into my skin. “How wet are you now?”
Rough fingertips find my folds, and when I shift, his other hand grips my stomach to hold me still.
“If you’re good, I might touch you here next time,” he says, tapping my mound and lifting his fingers, and I moan as he puts them in my mouth, sucking the juices off them. Thoughts about trying to turn him on, about giving him some relief, have gone out the window; I’m so needy.
“I’ve never been able to take my time with you, Liss. It was a constant struggle walking around the building site, half-hard.”
He nuzzles up my neck, kissing my chin, my cheek, my temple. The blood in my body zeros in to where his fingers are brushing the underside of my breasts as he fiddles with one of the last two remaining buttons.
“Can’t you do that with your cock inside me?” I gasp.
“We’ve got hours to play,” he says.Hours?“Once I’m inside you, it’s going to be over far too fast.”
Another button pops open, and he runs his finger up and caresses the side of my breast with his knuckle. But he snugs up to my back, his erection nestling securely between my legs, and I’m so wet it must be all over him.He’s not in as much control as he’d like me to think.Perhaps I can … His cock twitches, and I tighten my thighs as he rubs against me, once, twice.
“You’re going to pay for trying to speed things up,” he mutters, a large hand settling in the middle of my back, tipping me back into the sheets and bringing his hand down hard on one buttock then the next, over and over.Holy shit.
“Stop, stop. Oh my God.” Sharp needles of pain radiate outward, but he stops, hand resting on the small of my back.
“You okay?” he asks, nuzzling into me.
“Just wait until I tie you up,” I grumble into the bedclothes.
He runs his hand down my ass and pinches me. “You just got more for that little statement. Apologize.” His hand comes down on me again.
Fuck, no. I shift, but he grips my hip as my skin burns. Hotter. Tighter.Goddammit.
“Sorry,” I wheeze, and he grunts in satisfaction.
“Let’s find out how wet you are now, Liss, hmmmm?” he says, his fingers trailing from my burning ass to brush my folds, inching toward my clit, and my whole body lights up, legs widening on a gasp.
“Mmm, I think you liked that.” The combination of his fingers skating over me and the pain is so sharp, I drool into the bedcovers.
His hand stops moving. “Now where were we before you distracted me? Oh yes, buttons.” A smile twists his voice, goddamn him, as he pulls back and moves around to my front. His cheeks are flushed, blond hair in crazy disarray like he’s run his hands through it, and I drink in his toned torso and the tensed muscles of his thighs. It’s like he’s been running, chest heaving, a faint gleam of sweat visible in the dim light. His lips curve up as he meets my gaze, eyes trailing down to the gap in my shirt.
“Even hotter now,” he says, and I blink down. My curves are straining against the last remaining button. “I want you to text me a picture like this every day,” he says, and I suck in a stinging breath.
The reality of what we are, no longer in the same country, shakes something loose in me.We haven’t talked. Why has he come here and for how long?A sharp stab pierces my chest and I close my eyes. Without warning, his hand cups my cheek, and I open my eyes to find his, soft and earnest, warm, remorseful, like he understands what he said.
“It’s okay, Liss. We just need to work it all out. You know that right?”
He sounds sosure. I could fling myself on him.He wants this as much as I do.I nod at him as he leans forward and kisses my cheek.
“Don’t look so worried. I’m serious, yeah?” His mouth finds mine, and it’s probing and gentle in contrast to the manhandling of earlier. I tangle my tongue with his and I want to disappear into the heat and the desire that’s waiting just around the corner, but he backs off, nibbling my lips.
