Page 42 of Lacey's Fight

To her complete surprise, she complied. Lacey never took orders in the bedroom. Even though she mostly slept with alpha men used to being in charge, they were equals, and she always made sure she was treated as such. In fact, if a man was too pushy, too domineering, she usually never took things any further, leaving them at the club, or bar, or wherever they’d met.

But not with Ben.

When he issued an order, pleasure hummed through her body, her blood heated, and she found she couldn’t do anything but what he’d told her to.

His hands covered her shoulders, and she shivered in delightful anticipation. The images of how good those hands had made her feel still vivid in her mind.

Those hands slid slowly down her arms, pausing every couple of seconds to caress her skin before reaching her wrists and gently encircling them.

“Hands stay here, sunflower,” he instructed as he pressed her palms against the locked door.

Before she could even think to tell him she’d do whatever she wanted, his hands were back on her shoulders only this time they trailed down her spine until they reached the zipper. With excruciating slowness, he unzipped her until the dress fell in a crimson puddle at her feet.

Since the dress was strapless, she was wearing only a pair of satin panties the same color as her dress and a killer pair of heels.

With her back to him, she felt rather than saw his appreciation, and she was so grateful he didn’t mention the scars.

Now was not the time she wanted to think of them.

Heat poured off him as he stepped closer. His chest brushed against her back, his hard length grazing her backside.

When both of his hands came around to claim her breasts, Lacey gasped and thrust her chest forward, seeking more. He kneaded and teased her nipples until they pebbled into hard little peaks.

Then while one hand continued to play his other drifted lower.

His fingertips were rough and calloused, telling of the work that he did, but the small ridges only added additional stimulation as he lazily traced across her rib cage, moving from side to side and edging lower.

Her body was going crazy with anticipation, heat pooled between her legs, her body already growing wet for him.

“Are these wet?” he asked as a single finger slid inside the waistband of her panties.

“Soaked.”

“For me.” There was a note of pride in his voice as though he liked knowing he drove her wild even if he wasn’t sure he liked that she returned the favor.

“All for you,” she agreed.

“Perfect.” His whole hand entered her panties, stretching the material enough that it tore.

Not that she cared.

His forefinger circled her wet entrance before the tip disappeared inside her.

It wasn’t enough.

Not even close.

But then the finger sunk into her heat until it was buried deep. Another finger joined it, and then a third, stretching her. The heel of his hand pressed against her needy little bud, and a moan tumbled from her lips.

Keeping his pace slow, Ben rubbed against her bundle of nerves while his fingers teased that magic spot inside her. His other hand continued to fondle first one breast and then the other, and sensations began to build inside her.

They built and built, but he kept the pressure light enough that she couldn’t quite reach that edge.

“More,” she begged, gripping his wrist and trying to increase his movements.

“Uh, uh, uh.” He pulled his hands away completely, and she mewed a protest. “I told you these stay here.” Taking both her wrists in one of his hands, he pinned them against the door. “You’ll get more when I’m ready to give it to you. My sunflower isn’t going to come until I tell her to. Then she’s going to explode for me like a good girl.”

Wetness all but dripped from her as she moaned.

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