She used to love when I controlled her body. When I told her what to do. When she gave herself to me, she said she’d never felt more alive. My hand slipped down between us as I unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them off her hips.
I climbed off the bed. “Take everything off. Now.”
She stifled a relieved smile as she willingly obliged, unhooking her bra and slipping her black lace panties down her shapely legs and kicking them to the floor.
“Lay on your stomach,” I commanded. She rolled over, burying the side of her face in the pillow she’d previously cried into. My hands twitched as I undressed myself, one tedious button at a time. Pulling a condom from my wallet, I slid it over my hardened shaft and climbed back on the bed. I slid my hands underneath her hips until they reached her pussy. I slipped a finger inside with ease, aided by her overabundance of wetness. “God, you must really want this.”
She nodded, biting her lip. “I do. So bad.”
“Don’t talk.” I bent to the floor, grabbing my leather belt. I hooked it around the wrought iron headboard and wrapped it around her wrists. I’d have much preferred to make love to her in that bed and not fuck her, but I was simply following her orders. Next I grabbed her black panties and bunched them into a wad before gently placing them into her mouth. My right hand traveled back to her sweet pussy, pleasantly surprised to find it was even wetter than before.
I gathered her hair into a ponytail at her nape, tugging it back as I whispered in her ear. “We have to be quiet. Don’t make a sound.”
She nodded as soon as I released her hair. My hands lightly traced down her naked back, stopping at her round ass and grabbing a handful before pulling her hips up and forcing her into a kneeling position. I smoothed my hand across her ass before offering a quick slap that surely left an imprint.
“Mm,” she said as the sting of the slap left her soft skin.
“Quiet, Addison,” I growled. “You don’t want me to do that again, do you?”
I slipped a finger inside her arousal once again, finding her more relaxed than usual, as if she’d wanted me more than she’d ever wanted me before. With my hand gripping the base of my cock, I guided it inside her slowly, one tantalizing inch at a time.
Her hips bucked back against mine in response to the deep insertion. Gripping her hips, I thrust in and out of her, slowly and then building in intensity. My hands crawled the length of her body, tracing every curve and angle, feeling what was mine. Claiming every inch of her.
The way she moved told me she wanted more, and she knew she wasn’t allowed to speak. I had to listen to what she wasn’t saying. I fucked her harder, harder than I’d ever fucked her before, she fucked me back, circling her hips and arching her spine when my fingers played against her swollen clit.
Her round breasts bounced with each thrust, and faint, uncontrollable sighs leaving her muffled mouth told me she was getting close. I slowed down. I wanted to enjoy it, and I sure as fuck wanted her to enjoy it, too.
I pulled myself out of her, knowing it was a tortuous act but one that would soon pay off. With her ass in the air and her face buried in the pillow on top of her restrained wrists, I positioned myself for reentry.
“Mm!” she moaned as her body accepted mine once more. I slapped her ass with each thrust before giving her respite. The way she fucked me back told me she was holding on to the earthquake rumbling in her core and never letting go. Hunched over her and gripping her hips, I jackhammered her swollen, pink pussy until she came all over my cock and I unleashed a stream of pent up frustration inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, our bodies sweaty from the humid Florida air seeping in the open window. We stuck together like Velcro as I tugged the panties from her pretty much and unwrapped the leather belt from her wrists.
I slinked off her and laid flat on the opposite side of the bed, attempting to catch my breath. And when I very least expected it, she curled up into my arm. The way she used to.
“What’s this?” I whispered.
She nuzzled against my chest, placing an open palm on my stomach.
“I’m going to leave tomorrow,” I said, keeping my voice low. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I knew it was late. For all I knew the walls of the beach house were paper thin and there were three unsuspecting souls who would ruin this moment for us if they only knew what we’d just done.
“Why?”
“I can’t be around you like this and not want to keep touching you. And I can’t pretend. I thought I could, but I can’t.”
“You don’t have to go…” Her voice trailed as she tugged me tight. “Shit. You’re right. They’re going to know something’s up if you keep sneaking into my room like this.”
“Sounds like someone didn’t fall out of love with me like she planned,” I teased, dragging the tips of my fingers against her arm.
“Not at all,” she giggled. “Did you mean it when you said you’d wait for me?”
“I did.” I drew in a sharp breath. “I don’t think I have a choice. The heart wants what it wants. I’m never going to meet another girl who makes me feel half the things you make me feel.”
I rolled to my side, pressing her onto her back. Even with dried streaks of mascara around her pretty blue eyes, she was still beautiful.
“You forget I’m an investor,” I whispered, lowering my lips to the crevice between her breasts. “I’m a very patient man, Addison. I can wait a long time if it means getting what I want.”