Page 10 of Seven Nights

His hand lands in the middle of my back. There is just enough pressure to his touch so that I must strain against him if I truly want to straighten and move away from him.

If I truly want to.

He says something, his voice scratchy. It takes me the length of a heartbeat to piece together the rough syllables.

Not done with you, Kate.

The running pants he wears rustle and then their weight hits the floor. I tense the second before he grabs my hips. Holding me still, Montgomery rubs the fat crown of his cock against my needy slit.

Fresh heat flushes my body, stinging my cheeks and burning the delicate flesh of my inner labia with the infusion of hot blood.

I should hate the bastard instead of being so wet that my arousal is dripping down my thighs. I hate myself instead. Pathologically independent. That’s what they all said—coaches, my father, the psychiatrists who treated my mother.

I have denied myself too long, too afraid to count on a man for anything, even an orgasm. It has made me vulnerable in the process to someone as bold and masterful as Griffin Montgomery.

His hand slides down to my drenched pussy. Spreading the labia, he works his thumbs in and out of me, priming me for the thick cock.

Halfway to coming, my cunt throbs with hard contractions. My clit jerks up and down with each pulse of need running through me.

“I’m going to fuck you every day this week,” he menaces, positioning the head of his cock against my opening, teasing me with the wiggle of his hips. “Several times a day.”

He takes a shallow dip in, the broad diameter stretching me almost to the point of pain.

“You will come only with my permission,” he warns.

My hand claws along the top of his desk to curl around the pen.

“You will agree to anything I want.”

He pulls out, rubs his slick length between my thighs and over my achy clit. Leaning closer, he hooks my bottom lip with one finger and forces my mouth open as his other hand roughly grips my ass.

Finding the nervous pucker of my anus, he strokes it with his thumb, purring in my ear. “And, baby, I want everything.”

His thumb presses against that other hole for one long, hard second, then his hand glides across the cheek and around my hip to cover my mound. Beginning to work my clit again, he pushes his cock deep into my pussy.

“You,” he taunts. “You kneeling, blindfolded, bound and sucking my cock.”

My thighs quiver as I work the length of his erection. He is big. Each thrust butts against my cervix to reach unexplored depths within me.

His palm lands on the paper, dragging it along the desk as his cock pushes all the way inside me. Then everything but his mouth freezes.

“Sign,” he growls. “Sign or go back to your lonely little apartment.”

Griffin

Seeingthe pen leave the paper with the final flourish of Katelyn's signature, I relax. She is mine for a week, longer—I suspect—if I don’t tire of her.

And for this brief moment, my brain flushed with endorphins at her surrender, I hope that I do not grow bored with this beautiful, complex creature squirming against me.

Gazing at her from the side, I catch the flutter of her lashes. She squeezes at my cock at the same time, her spine curling with impatience now that she has signed. I squash a chuckle and stop myself from foolishly planting a kiss on her shoulder. Doing either would only embed the notion in her head that she has power over me.

Instead, I gather up a firm voice then tap at a blank space on the contract.

“Your safe word,” I rumble.

Groaning, she takes up the pen again and scratches at the paper with its nib.

Nautilus

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