Page 15 of Only for You
Goddamn, she was beautiful. Circling the piece of furniture, he savored the sight of her flushed face, her thick lashes fluttering over her cheekbones, soft, rapid puffs of breath breaking on her lips. Lips he would thoroughly take. Humming, he stroked a hand over her raised head, down her graceful spine, and over the curve of her gorgeous ass, coming to stand behind her. Spread for him, her plump folds glistened, and the entrance to her core fluttered as if silently pleading for his penetration. He eyed the tiny, puckered hole almost hidden between the firm flesh of her ass. It would be his tonight, too. Before she walked out of Lick’s doors, he would possess every part of her.
“Anything you want to say, Gabriella?” he said, dipping a fingertip inside her, moistening the tip, and lightly pressing it to her back entrance. He didn’t penetrate her, just let her feel him there. Let her know where he would be before long.
Her only response was a moan.
“Good,” he praised. “I hoped that was your answer.”
…
“Good.”
The one word was rife with dark intent and rippled through Gabriella.
She closed her eyes, feeling his piercing stare on her like a physical caress. A part of her admonished that she should be ashamed, or at the very least embarrassed about being so exposed, so vulnerable and at the mercy of a man who’d made no bones about his resentment toward her. But that part had been effectively shut down by the arousal raging through her veins and lighting her up like a July 4thnight sky. Had been silenced by the heart that needed to assuage some of his pain in whatever way she could. This was her penance…her pleasure. And she willingly gave it to him so that when she disappeared from his life again—probably for good this time—he might have some semblance of peace.
Not that this was all altruistic. More than her next breath, she craved his hands on her. Hungered for his cock to fill her, stretch her, brand her. Needed to experience that place where pleasure and pain mated, leaving her mindless, complete, and at peace.
Hell, she just needed.
She sensed his physical withdrawal from her. Almost as if the hampering of her ability to touch had heightened her other senses, she caught the whisper of his steps across the carpeted floor and the tearing of plastic. Oh God, what else did he have planned for her? The slight weight of the vibrator against her sex already taunted her, and she fidgeted, trying to shift forward even the tiniest bit to place pressure on the little butterfly. If she could just ease the heavy ache…
A heavy palm landed against the underside of her ass cheek, and she gasped at the fiery sting. It radiated, pulsed, before spreading to her core, warming it. “Don’t even think about it,” Killian growled. “Every moan, every shudder, and orgasm belongs to me, you understand?” He rubbed her flesh, soothing it. “Understand?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, Killian…”
It’d been so long. So long since someone had pushed her. Since someone had blurred the lines—since she’d wanted someone to. She wanted more, craved more.
“I know what you need, Gabriella. I always have,” his rough, broken voice echoed in her ear just as a big palm swept her hair back out of her face. “And I’ll give it to you.”
Then the butterfly buzzed to life.
She cried out, arching her back as much as possible—which was hardly at all—as if trying to escape the whirring vibrations assaulting her clit. Electrical currents zinged up her spine, then raced back down, dancing over her asshole, and back to the pulsing bud cresting the top of her sex.
“Shh.” Killian knelt in front of the bench so they were eye level, several dark strands escaping its restraint and brushing his jaw. He studied her face, as if absorbing every reaction to the butterfly’s torturous and erotic ministrations. “That’s the lowest setting,” he said, and a glance down revealed the remote in his hand. “But we’re not staying there, Gabriella.” The words might have been delivered in a low, even tone, but she didn’t mistake what it was: a warning.
With another stroke of her hair, he rose, and she caught a flash of golden, taut skin, a ladder of ridged muscles, and colorful ink before he disappeared out of her line of vision again. This was another form of sexual torment—not being able to see, to figure out what he intended. All she could do was submit to his care and take whatever he wanted to do to her.
And trust that he wouldn’t hurt her. Physically, that is. This man alone possessed the power to wound her soul.
“You’re thinking too much.” A slap to her other cheek in the same spot as the previous pop. “You ready to use your safe word?” Another spank lower to the tender flesh above the bottom curve. Then another on its twin spot. “Gabriella?” he murmured, caressing the hot skin.
How could he expect her to speak when each stinging rap stole her breath? Had her sex spasming, aching? It was like each time his hand connected with her ass, the heat radiated in her core. Then add the merciless humming of the vibrator… Jesus, she could barely think, much less speak.
“Gabriella.” His tone hardened, demanding an answer, and she could do nothing but obey it.
“No,” she rasped. “No, I don’t want to use it.”
Another spank was her reward. And God, it was a reward. A biting, carnal reward. With a low groan, she lowered her head, and relaxed her entire body. Signaling her total and complete surrender.
“That’s it,” he praised, and firm lips caressed her ass, tracing the tingling flesh. “Good girl. I was going to use the paddle on you, but I’m enjoying having my hand on your ass way too much. I don’t want to give a piece of wood that pleasure.”
Two thick fingers plunged into her pussy, and she choked on a scream. Shoved so close to orgasm, she clawed at the edges of the pads her wrists were bound to. She tried to twist, to ride his hand, but she couldn’t, could only receive each thrust, each curl of his fingertips against that spot high inside her that only Killian had ever located and reached. Sobs ripped from her throat as she raced toward that glittering edge…
Then his touch disappeared, leaving her gasping and panting. She locked her howl of disappointment and frustration behind her teeth, the pain of being denied again almost more than she could bear.
A cool and thick lubricant slid down the crease of her ass, and she stiffened. But not in trepidation. In excitement. In anticipation.Oh yes. Please.The whimper resounded in her head. Unlike some women, she’d always loved this dark, taboo possession. Because it’d been just that—a possession. A claiming. And the forbidden nature only made it hotter, made her beg him for it all those years ago. Having him slowly burying himself in the narrow tunnel, feel herself stretch to accommodate him, tremble beneath him as he rode her ass, his sweat dripping onto her back…his grunts filling her ears. Her heart thudded against her sternum, and a shiver tripped over her body.
He gripped one of her cheeks, pulled it back and worked the lubricant over her rear entrance, massaging it. More of the gel, and his finger penetrated her. She cried out, but after several seconds, the biting sensation eased into a hot glow. If she hadn’t been tied down, she would’ve backed into that finger, but as Killian slowly fed her more of the blunt digit, she tipped her head, a soundless scream on her lips.
