Page 32 of Bling

Using her hair for leverage, he moved faster, withdrawing almost completely, then slamming into her. The sound of their skin slapping together seemed to echo in the otherwise quiet room.

She cried out as her body told her an orgasm was close. Her nipples tightened, her toes curled, and she felt as if her clit were about to explode.

“Come for me,” he bit out as his thick erection hammered her pussy. His command sent her over the cliff, and she uttered a cry of passion as a torrent of bliss came crashing down.

He wasn’t far behind, and she felt him tense as his muscled thighs trembled between hers while he lost himself. His pleasured groan as he slowly loosened his grip on her hair sent waves of warmth and pride through her. She’d done this to him, and it put a smile on her lips, despite exhaustion threatening to make her collapse into the mattress.

He eased out of her and pressed a kiss to her back.

“I hope you’re on birth control. If not, you need to be. And we’re both getting a full panel of STD tests, because I want to see myself dripping out of your slick cunt after I fuck you.”

Her face warmed as his words sent a little thrill through her system. She’d been on birth control since she was a teenager to regulate her hormones, so that wasn’t a problem and neither were STDs, but she appreciated his effort to be safe.

“You’re very forward,” she said after processing his words.

He chuckled. “I’ve never seen a reason to be subtle about the things I want from my submissives, and I want your pussy wrapped around my bare cock.”

She shuddered as a draft coursed over her skin.

“Cold?”

She gave a nod. “Yes, Sir. Just a little.”

“Go take a nice warm shower before you get dressed. I have some work I need to get done.”

And just like that, their intimate moment was over.

As she showered, she replayed their lovemaking in her head and felt another rush of need gather at her center. Without thinking about it, she slid a hand between her thighs and rubbed at her clit.

Frame by frame, the way Garrett fucked her rolled through her mind, and she massaged faster until she was moaning, leaned against the shower wall. The orgasm shook Isabelle, but she kept herself upright as the waves of pleasure pulsated, warming her more than the shower already had.

Her eyes fluttered open and a scream bubbled in her throat as her heartbeat went into overdrive. Garrett leaned against the counter, quietly observing her.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, one eyebrow quirked up.

Isabelle couldn’t tell if she was in trouble or not. She dropped her gaze and gave him a subtle nod. “Yes, Sir.”

He chuckled and opened the shower door to turn the water off.

“Come here,” he said, lifting a towel off a nearby rack.

She hesitantly stepped out of the spacious shower and let him wrap her in the fluffy cotton. “Need one for your hair?” he asked. She nodded and he handed her a second one, stepping back to let her bend her head and wrap her damp hair in it

After a long beat, she finally worked up the nerve to speak. “Am I in trouble?” She bit her lip, waiting for his answer.

He tilted her chin upward, so she was looking at him. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just searched her face.

Finally, he dropped a kiss to her nose and said, “No. I rather enjoyed your little show. I’ll have to make you repeat it for me sometime.”

She blew out a relieved breath, unsure if her emotions could handle another punishment.

Together, they got ready for the party downstairs and walked hand in hand to the bar.

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