Page 41 of Worth the Risk

She nodded, unable to speak.

“Not good enough, beautiful. I don’t want nods and headshakes. I need verbal responses, so that we’re clear.”

“Yes, sir, please...fuck me.”

She heard the crinkle of foil briefly then he caught her knee with his forearm, lifting it and opening her up for him. When he entered her, long and hard and thick, the stretch took her breath away. Even more so when he moved forcefully inside her.

Dan’s hands were everywhere, her breasts, her ass, her hips, his fingers rolling her nipples and clit, touching and teasing. She cried out, overwhelmed by the assault on all her senses at once.

As he picked up speed, taking her faster and harder, Bella got closer and closer to the edge. Pleasure built inside her, threatening to consume her completely.

He surprised her by raising the other leg. Now, the only things holding her up were his powerful arms and the leather cuffs at her wrists. He filled her again in one powerful thrust, and she shattered. Her body shook, her entire being consumed by pleasure. Bella was only vaguely aware that he pumped into her again and again until he, too, shouted with release.

Dan held her as they both panted, her body impaled on his cock then, when he was able, whispering words of praise in between reassuring kisses as she came down from her high. Bella felt completely spent but also wired. She wanted to wrap herself around him and not let go.

There was just one issue. She was still hanging from the ceiling by her wrists.

“Can you stand for me to release the cuffs, beautiful?”

“Yes, sir. I think so.”

“One leg at a time,” he advised then lowered her feet to the floor. His arm around her waist kept her close as he freed the cuffs from the chain. Then he carried her to a bed in the corner, which she hadn’t even noticed.

Laying her in the center, he rid himself of the condom (required at the club no matter who you were—she’d seen that in the contract, too) then he climbed into bed and stretched out beside her. As she lay in his arms, legs entwined, watching the shadows on the ceiling from the flickering sconces, she’d never felt so content or conflicted.

If she had the strength, Bella would have begged him to do it again. But she didn’t. If she had the courage, she would have asked if he was holding back. Going slow was one thing, but she didn’t expect that tingling and warmth were adjectives ordinarily ascribed to a sadist’s flogging. But she didn’t do that, either.

Chapter 10

BECAUSE IT WAS PAST2 a.m. when they arrived at her townhouse, he spent the night. She figured that was the only reason because he was up and gone early the following morning without sex or coffee. He kissed her goodbye before she fully awoke, however.

“Gotta run a few errands, baby. I won’t be gone too long.”

She’d glanced at the clock, saw it was 7:30 and she’d only been in bed for five hours, three shy of what she needed to function, and mumbled, “K.” Then she burrowed under the covers and went back to sleep.

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