Make Me by Carolyn Faulkner Page B

reaching down to cup a bottom cheek possessively.
    Jodi huffed. “Well, you can hardly blame me. You’re not the most social person in the world.”
    “I’m not the most antisocial, either, but I like my work, and it does tend to consume me sometimes.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Just to the exclusion of everyone and everything else, including friends, family, coworkers – that’s me in case you wondered – common courtesy, birthdays, Christmas...” She snuck a look up at him. “I could go on.”
    “I’m sure you could. But I’m wiped.” Still he caught her chin in his hand. “Are you good? Do you need more?”
    She was amazed that he’d asked, if not in the most romantic of manners. “Hell no! I told you I thought I was going to die from what you’d already done and I’m not kidding!”
    “Good. Then let’s get some sleep so we can do it again in a couple of hours.” He proceeded to turn them both onto their sides, with him spooning her, one hand grasping a breast possessively.
    As tired as she was, Jodi wasn’t used to going to bed this early, and she wasn’t sure she could sleep.
    Boy was she wrong.
    Again.
    They awoke again about the same time – or rather he woke up first and they were still spooned, so he woke her by nuzzling her neck and sliding gently inside her, causing her to arch her back, her breath hissing into her lungs from between clenched teeth.
    It was her least favorite position – being taken from behind – but he made it sexier than hell for her, controlling her movements with a hand on her lower belly, the other cupping her breasts and squeezing almost to the point of discomfort, filing away every sigh, every slight moan, every whimper for future reference. He would make a study of her just as he had the other things in life that interested him to no end, until he knew exactly how to play her for both of their maximum pleasure.
    He fucked her hard for a much longer time this morning, last night having taken a bit of the edge off. His finger ventured between her legs as he brought her top leg up and back, forcing her to expose herself to him more fully, dragging the tip from the top of her labia to her opening, gathering copious amounts of moisture from there then carrying it back to simply settle there, the movements of his body making it stimulate her almost incidentally.
    Cayson nibbled her neck and shoulder, sending shivers through her body as he took her, but nothing turned her on more than his mouth at her ear, saying things she’d never in her life expected to hear from him. “I am going to fuck you silly the entire time we have to be here. You’ll be lucky if I ever let you out of this bed, Jodi Susanna. I think this is exactly what the both of us – especially you – need.”
    She would have said she was much too far gone to really hear what he was saying, but she was wrong. “What do you mean?” she groaned.
    She heard him chuckle. “I mean that you need someone to look after you. Someone like me who won’t be afraid to correct you when you need it. Someone who can make you cum till you beg me to stop.”
    The feminist part of her brain had always railed against her interest in submitting to a man, and she didn’t want to be turned on by what he was saying, but she was. And there was no hiding it from him, either, because his words – almost more than his touch – had her contracting around him already.
    Cayson wasn’t absolutely sure that this was the right time, but he knew she was very close to orgasming, and he wanted to put it to her when she was at her weakest and most likely to go along with his outrageous suggestion, and this seemed to be the most opportune moment.
    “I want you to listen to me and not say anything at first. I want you give yourself to me, Jodi, completely, for as long as we are here together. I want you to submit to me – in all things and all ways.”
    He could feel how her body was responding to his words, melting even further