Blindfold: The Complete Series Box Set by M. S. Parker, Cassie Wild Page B

contracting my cock. A shudder ran the entire length of her body.
    “Can I…” she started to speak.
    I yanked her up and covered her mouth with my hand, driving inside her without breaking the rhythm. I hadn't told her she could speak. I didn't want to hear her as she came.
    I didn’t look at her, still focused on the mental image of Toni, bent over, snarling at me for daring to withhold a climax from her. Of how she would look when I finally let her come. How I could make her scream with pleasure.
    It was the most erotic image I’d ever had in my life.
    I came so hard, it was a miracle I didn’t blow through the damn condom.
    Contessa shrieked against my hand as another orgasm slammed into her, her body convulsing.
    It was...intense.
    And it wasn’t enough.
    She was still shaking when I pulled out, stripped off the condom and grabbed another. She let out a half-strangled sound as I drove into her again. I was determined to fuck the thought of Toni out of my mind.
    ***
    “Who is she?”
    Contessa slid onto the couch next to me nearly two hours later.
    We’d both showered – separately, of course – and we were now waiting on a meal. Several hours of rough sex would drain anyone. Normally, I would've just left after my shower without a word, but I'd come down enough now to feel like an ass for the way I'd been with her and figured dinner was the least I could do. Besides, it wasn't as if I disliked her company.
    Lifting my head, I studied her pretty face. “Excuse me?”
    “I know when I’m being fucked, Ashford.” She managed a slight smile before she lowered her eyes.
    She wasn't being submissive. Even outside of the bedroom, she was the sort of woman who avoided eye contact. I didn't know why. I'd never cared enough to ask.
    Her tone was cordial enough as she continued, “I also know when I’m being used as a replacement for someone else. Are you involved with her?”
    “I…” Scowling, I looked away. I didn't want to think about her. Not after...I shook my head. “No.”
    Contessa ran her fingers over the arm of the couch. “Maybe you should be.”
    Rising from the couch, I paced over to the window that faced out over the city. It was treated with tinted glass, allowing me to see out, but nobody could see in. I'd fucked more than one woman up against that glass.
    “Maybe you shouldn’t worry about it,” I said tightly. I didn't look back at her. “It’s my life, after all. We're good at fucking, Contessa. Don’t mistake it for something more.”
    “Oh.” She laughed. It was all amusement and no bitterness. “Trust me, Ashford. I wouldn’t make that mistake. That'd be like keeping a lion for a house pet because you like cats. I’m not stupid.”
    Suddenly, she stood. I still didn't look at her, but I watched her reflection in the window as she started for the door.
    “I’m not terribly hungry tonight, I don’t think.” Before she slid out of the room, she met my eyes in the reflection. Her voice softened. “Don’t deprive yourself of everything that’s good in life. You’ve missed out on so much already.”
     
    ***
     
    The drive home was grim, which completely negated the entire point of me going to the club.
    Contessa and I rarely talked about personal things although we had enough in common. It was always about sex, or at least leading up to it. Outside of Olympus, we occasionally saw each other at various social functions, but we never spoke at them. It wasn’t that either of us went out of the way to avoid each other. There were plenty of other people who went to Olympus who ran in our social circles, and I occasionally talked to them.
    No, I amended. I didn't talk to them. I sometimes talked to the men, or the women I didn't fuck. I never talked to any of the Subs I'd had sex with, and they never tried to initiate conversation. The one thing I made sure all of my Subs knew up front was that I didn't want any contact outside of fucking. I wasn't looking for a Sub to be a part