Page 52 of Sweet Surrender
Hating him, but hating myself more for being curious as to whathe had planned, I moved my legs apart, flinching when his warm hands landed on either thigh. They glided up my bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he lifted my skirt until his palms were cupping my ass.
“This ass is so damn perfect,” he said,squeezing it firmly. “I can’t wait to fuck you here.”
My breath caught in my throat. Oh god. Was he going to fuck my asshere and now? I wasn’t ready for that.
Liam and I had tried anal once, but it was too painful, and after only aminute, we gave up and never tried again.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, sensing my rising panic. “I’m not goingto fuck your ass now. I want to claim your pussy before I claim your ass. Besides, that won’t make you behave for the rest of the party.”
Sliding a hand between my legs, Nash moved the material of theflimsy panties I had on to one side, and without warning, he plunged a finger into my pussy all the way to his knuckle, and making a gasp leave me.
“So wet,” he said appreciatively, pulling his finger out before sliding itback in. “Does the thought of me controlling you like this turn you on, sweet Savannah?”
I wanted to tell him no, but the evidence was obvious. I was turnedthe hell on, and the more he kept thrusting his finger into my core, the more I wanted from him.
A second finger joined the first, while his thumb rubbed over and overmy clit, and for a minute, the only sound filling the corridor was my breaths getting heavier as Nash brought me to the brink of an orgasm.
I wasn’t mad at him in that moment. Not for drugging me or forcoming over me while I was unconscious. Not for blackmailing me. Not for threatening Liam. All I wanted was for him to push me over the edge with his skilled fingers when abruptly, he pulled them out of me.
“Wh...why did you stop?” I asked, breathless and disappointed.
The sound of sucking came from behind me, and I turned my head tofind Nash sucking on his fingers, tasting me, and his eyes filled with blazing heat.
“Because I don’t want you to come yet. I told you, if you can’t behave,then I’ll have to make you.” He held my eye as he reached into an inside pocket of his jacket before pulling something out.
My gaze dropped to what he was holding, and my eyes widened as anervous excitement flooded my body.
I wasn’t a virgin when it came to sex toys. I used to have a vibratorbut when it broke a few months ago, I couldn’t afford to replace it, so I’d had to make do with my fingers if I wanted to get myself off.
But I’d never used something likethatbefore.
The toy was hot pink, curved in a C, with one end round andbulbous, while the other end was thin.
Without saying a word, Nash crouched down behind me, sliding mypanties down to my knees, before nipping at my ass cheek, and making me yelp.
Seconds later, he pushed the larger end of the toy into my pussy,making my hands fist against the wall as they searched for something to grab onto. The toy felt heavy inside me as it pressed against my internal walls, but fuck, did it feel good.
He moved the toy, almost making my knees buckle from the wave ofpleasure that shot through me when it pressed againstthatspot no man had ever found before, except Nash.
As he moved it, the thin end of the toy rested against my clit, whichthanks to Nash’s teasing, was throbbing painfully.
Sliding my panties back up, and making sure the toy was still inplace, Nash stood, once again grabbing my hips, and pulling me back against him.
“You have two rules to follow, Savannah,” he said, his voice full ofwarning. “One. Don’t take the toy out.” His mouth moved from where he’d whispered in my ear to plant a lingering kiss on my cheek. “And Two. Don’t come.”
My breath hitched at the second rule. How long was I going to beable to stand this building pressure without giving in and letting myself come? He was setting me up to fail.
His hands slid to my ass where he grabbed a chunk of meat andsqueezed before whispering in my ear again. “Obey my rules, Savannah, and I’ll let you come. Eventually. But if you break either of them, I will punish you. And I assure you, if I have to punish you, it’ll be your ass that gets the brunt of it.”
An icy shiver traveled down my back at his words. There was noplayfulness in his tone. No, it was full of sincerity and menace, and a knot formed in my stomach.
I didn’t think I’d like Nash’s punishment, and I had no intention ofbreaking his rules.
No matter what.
Chapter 17
Nash
