Page 33 of Crave Me

Chapter Eleven

Chloe

He’d wrecked me in the best and worst of ways. After he came, he held me at the shoulder, fingers digging into my sweat-slick skin, and dropped his head to the back of mine. His breath warmed my scalp, sent tingles down my spine. I couldn’t see him behind the blindfold, but I imagined the look of rapture on his face. He had to be just as greatly affected by what occurred between us as I was.

“Let me get your bindings,” he whispered into my ear, brushing his lips over my skin.

It was then a realization occurred to me. He’d just made me come multiple times, screwed me in a way he’d always claim a part of me, and he hadn’t yet kissed me.

Disappointment swirled inside me, cooling me through the euphoria I’d just been trembling with.

He removed the blindfold and I kept my eyes closed so he couldn’t see my pain. Smoothly, he pulled out of me and undid my hands, rubbing my wrists to bring feeling back into them.

His hands ran down my back, massaging my muscles until he got to my hips and helped guide me until I was standing, my back to his front, my shoulders against his chest.

“You doing okay?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and quiet. “Yes, sir. I’m okay.” I wasn’t. To him, I truly was just a body and a training tool. The realization stung deep.

His hands massaged my arms, his callused palms lightly scraped against my skin. “You’re trembling. Was it too much? Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. Emotions were threatening to expose me and I couldn’t allow them to break free. Not in front of him. I’d lose it later when I was in my large and cool bed, when I was alone without the threat of whatever I’d see in his face.

“You didn’t hurt me, sir.”

“Simon,” he said. “We’re done for the evening, Chloe. It’s just us now.”

My head brushed his chin as I nodded, and I stepped forward, away from his hold. I dropped my gaze to the floor, searching for the lingerie I’d discarded earlier. “I should probably go then.”

“Go?” He reached out to grab my arm but I dodged his hold, bending to sweep up my nightgown. “Chloe, look at me.”

I grabbed my gown and pressed it to my chest, suddenly feeling the need to hide myself from him.

Silly, really, considering how he’d just ravaged me and touched every inch of me. My nipples still ached from his roughness.

“What?” I asked, my voice too flippant to be casual. “You said we were done, so I figured I should leave.”

His eyes narrowed and he turned, grabbed his glasses from the dresser and put them on. They were the only things he was wearing and before he fully turned back to me, I drank in the sight of him. Planes and muscles and sinew down his arms. A stomach too thick to be considered lean, and muscular thighs showing the power from his lifetime on skates.

And his cock, still half-hard, long and thick. Holy shit. He’d felt large when he slammed inside of me the first time. Now, not even fully erect, I blinked. How had he fit without splitting me in two?

I focused on the thick, red and gold curtains hanging from the sides of the windows.

“What’s going on in your head?”

“Nothing,” I answered. Too quickly. He stepped forward and closed the space between us in strides too quick and too long for me to run from. He was in front of me, his chest almost brushing against my hands still in front of me.

He glowered down at me, cupped the side of my neck with one of his large hands. “This won’t work if we don’t communicate. If I’ve done something you didn’t like, you need to tell me. If you’re sore, I need to take care of you.” I was sore. My ass was burning in a way I’d be feeling him for days. I refused to admit it.

“Now is the time we take a few minutes, relax, and talk about how the session went for both of us. But for my part, I think you did absolutely perfectly.”

I preened under his affection and praise. My shoulders rolled back and slowly, relief coursed through me like the soothing balm of a hot bubble bath.

“Thank you,” I murmured, still unable to look at him. “You were, well, everything was fine for me, too.”

“Fine?”

God. He was going to stand here and hold me until I admitted everything. Fear of the repercussions held me back so I pressed my lips together in order to prevent it.

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