Page 43 of Reckless Love

He lifted me by thehips until I was over his body, then his mouth was on me, too. “Is this about the belt?” he murmured between my legs.

“No.” I rubbed my nipples along his firm abs as I worked him with slow, deep strokes.

He pressed a finger inside me and massaged a circle. Where I was slow, he was fast, frantic even, stroking and massaging as he sucked. “Be my good girl and come on face.”

My inner muscles clenched and I grew wetter. “Why do I like that?”

“You like the praise, Esme.” He lifted me off his chest, moving over the top of me. “You like the attention, too. You also love the power exchange.”

He pulled me to the edge of the mattress, entered me from behind, and stopped. “Just now? You put me in your mouth because you wanted the power. You wanted to make mefeel good on your terms. It gave you a thrill, right?”

I pushed back on his cock, wanting more. “How do you know so much?”

“This is what I’ve always been good at.” He took my hips in his hands and stroked slowly inside me. “I read people. I see what they want and I chose when to give it them. It makes me a damn good negotiator for my clients and for many years it made me a good weekendlover. But you know what I think?” His slow strokes began to pick up speed until his flesh slapped against mine.

“What?” I could barely breathe.

“I think it was all training me to be the man you needed.” He stopped, pulled out, took my chin in his hand as he sat beside me. “You are a strong, brilliant,damagedwoman. And there is nothing wrong with needing to figure yourself out.How you choose to live your life once you know yourself is your choice.”

“And I’m a strong, brilliant woman who likes praise, attention and power exchange?”

His beautiful lips twitched into a smile. “Everyone likes praise. You feed off it because you’re starved for it. I’m happy to provide you praise any time you need it, in any fashion you prefer it.Your dress is fucking gorgeousis just as much fun for me asthat was a brilliant lectureandbe my good girl and spread for me.”

Yeah, I got wet all over again.

“And the power exchange...”he drawled while standing up and opening the nightstand, “has its biggest payoff when I take your control and dominate you. Does that upset you?”

“It...confuses me.” But I understood his logic. It was excitingto take control. Just as thrilling was having it taken from me. Like a sport. Offense, defense, special teams. Sometimes I had the advantage and all the tricks in my playbook worked. Sometimes I lost everything.

And sometimes I got taken out for dinner and desert afterward.

It wasn’t wrong or right. It wasfun.

“It doesn’t confuse me,” he said as he massaged my ass. “You trustme. You want me. And together that means we can explore every single one of our desires. I can push you when your mind is a mess—help you clear it. You can relax me when nothing else can. We can play together.”

He spread my cheeks and lubricated me. “Do you remember what you asked for our first night? What I refused to give you?”

“God, yes.”

“Well, darling girl. This is yourreward for waiting until you were ready. You sucked me into your sweet mouth and it felt oh, so good. Now, I’m going to have you the way I’ve been wanting you for months. You’re going to give it to me. Say yes.”

“Yes. Please, Leo? I’ve been waiting.” Nothing else excited me like this. The forbidden aspect turned me on in so many ways. It was a fundamental part of me.

“I know theselast few days have been hard on you.” He pressed his fingers inside me, opening me, preparing the way. He kept up a steady stream of lubricant until he was satisfied. “Now, clear your mind of everything except how good you’re making usbothfeel.”

He rolled on a condom then pressed the head of his cock against my muscles and pushed. Slowly, Steadily. Until he was inside.

It hurtin the best possible way. The sensations tensed my body and then forced it to relax. Leo’s grunts excited me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his fingers digging into my hips and he held us together.

“Yes,” I whispered because it was all I could do.

“Jesus Christ, Esme. You are so fucking tight. How are you okay right now?” He sounded truly astonished.

“Because I want you.In every way,” I whispered through the pleasure-pain. “And this makes me feel alive.”

I was much more sensitive that most. I could come from nipple play alone. I could have multiple orgasms from vaginal sex. And while some people found anal sex boring or just uninteresting, it was a complete pleasure mind-fuck for me. Every bit as amazing as vaginal sex. Sometimes more so.

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