Rhys. Can you do that?” He pulled me roughly to him, making me cry out.
“With pleasure,” he said, his need growing evident against me. “Then again, what the hell is your problem?”
“Nothing, just do it, okay? I need you to not be the nice guy right now … is that so fucking hard? Do you think you can handle that?” His eyes glazed as his jaw hardened. He looked down at me, the confusion leaving his eyes and his determination setting in. The air shifted and I was suddenly slightly on edge.
He turned me around and lifted my skirt, tearing off my panties in one swift movement, his breath on my neck sending a shiver down my spine. “You seemed to have forgotten who you are talking to. Go to my room, undress.”
Naked in his bed, I waited. I heard nothing, which worried me. I should apologize. I didn’t want to ruin our night with my nervous shit. Things were going so well between us; I didn’t understand why I just couldn’t embrace it.
I’d been bold with him before, rude even, and each time my reception was met with the same distaste and amazing payback.
You lost your cool, worried about his reaction to a sweater, jackass.
“Turn over on your stomach and put your face in the mattress.” I jumped at his voice and looked up at him. He had taken off his shirt but kept his jeans on. He looked ridiculously sexy, but the air of him had changed into something I was familiar with, something I hadn’t seen in a while. Leaning against the door, he held his black bag.
“Rhys, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my day out on you.”
A slow sardonic smile spread across his face. “No, you really shouldn’t have.”
I rolled over on my stomach as I was told, my pulse kicking out of control. This could go really bad for me…or the opposite. I buried my head in the mattress with a groan. The silence in the room was suddenly filled with music as Rhys cradled his iPod in the station on his nightstand and busied himself around me. I lay waiting and naked, not saying a word. Anticipation fluttered around in my stomach, every nerve in my body coming to attention.
I felt the bed sink with his weight, his breath hot on my neck. “You are going to watch me fuck you tonight, Violet, so you remember—” He leaned down closer to my ear “—that I’m the man who makes you come.” The words rolled off his tongue like a threat made of silk. “And I’m the one who can take it away.” I felt the bed dip again as my flesh became covered in goose bumps. If he’d wanted me on edge, I was there.
“Get on the table.” I looked up from the mattress to see he had set up a black massage table at the foot of the bed, except this one was much larger and had straps at the top and bottom of it.
Restraints. Oh my!
“Face down,” he said as I rose slowly from the bed. I immediately did as I was told as I took in Rhys’s naked form. I admired him for mere seconds when his hand came down hard in a punishing slap on my backside, fire in his eyes. I shifted my eyes from his and got on the table fast. When I put my face into the headrest, I noticed a screen the size of a small TV beneath me and on it my bare ass on the table. I raised my head quickly to see Rhys behind me holding a small camera and setting up another.
Oh my God .
I planted my face back in the rest, watching Rhys as he dug a small tasseled whip out of his black bag.
He strapped in my wrists as I stared at the screen, watching his beautiful body as he hovered over me.
“You make a sound and you don’t come,” he said, firmly trailing the soft leather down my ass to my toes. He did this repeatedly for several minutes as I watched, trying to stifle my moans.
A shift on the screen let me know he grabbed the camera again as he ordered me to spread my legs. Once I did, I saw my whole sex on screen as his tongue met it. I was on fire immediately, unable to make a sound as I watched my lover eat me, lick me, slide his fingers inside of me. Watching his
“With pleasure,” he said, his need growing evident against me. “Then again, what the hell is your problem?”
“Nothing, just do it, okay? I need you to not be the nice guy right now … is that so fucking hard? Do you think you can handle that?” His eyes glazed as his jaw hardened. He looked down at me, the confusion leaving his eyes and his determination setting in. The air shifted and I was suddenly slightly on edge.
He turned me around and lifted my skirt, tearing off my panties in one swift movement, his breath on my neck sending a shiver down my spine. “You seemed to have forgotten who you are talking to. Go to my room, undress.”
Naked in his bed, I waited. I heard nothing, which worried me. I should apologize. I didn’t want to ruin our night with my nervous shit. Things were going so well between us; I didn’t understand why I just couldn’t embrace it.
I’d been bold with him before, rude even, and each time my reception was met with the same distaste and amazing payback.
You lost your cool, worried about his reaction to a sweater, jackass.
“Turn over on your stomach and put your face in the mattress.” I jumped at his voice and looked up at him. He had taken off his shirt but kept his jeans on. He looked ridiculously sexy, but the air of him had changed into something I was familiar with, something I hadn’t seen in a while. Leaning against the door, he held his black bag.
“Rhys, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my day out on you.”
A slow sardonic smile spread across his face. “No, you really shouldn’t have.”
I rolled over on my stomach as I was told, my pulse kicking out of control. This could go really bad for me…or the opposite. I buried my head in the mattress with a groan. The silence in the room was suddenly filled with music as Rhys cradled his iPod in the station on his nightstand and busied himself around me. I lay waiting and naked, not saying a word. Anticipation fluttered around in my stomach, every nerve in my body coming to attention.
I felt the bed sink with his weight, his breath hot on my neck. “You are going to watch me fuck you tonight, Violet, so you remember—” He leaned down closer to my ear “—that I’m the man who makes you come.” The words rolled off his tongue like a threat made of silk. “And I’m the one who can take it away.” I felt the bed dip again as my flesh became covered in goose bumps. If he’d wanted me on edge, I was there.
“Get on the table.” I looked up from the mattress to see he had set up a black massage table at the foot of the bed, except this one was much larger and had straps at the top and bottom of it.
Restraints. Oh my!
“Face down,” he said as I rose slowly from the bed. I immediately did as I was told as I took in Rhys’s naked form. I admired him for mere seconds when his hand came down hard in a punishing slap on my backside, fire in his eyes. I shifted my eyes from his and got on the table fast. When I put my face into the headrest, I noticed a screen the size of a small TV beneath me and on it my bare ass on the table. I raised my head quickly to see Rhys behind me holding a small camera and setting up another.
Oh my God .
I planted my face back in the rest, watching Rhys as he dug a small tasseled whip out of his black bag.
He strapped in my wrists as I stared at the screen, watching his beautiful body as he hovered over me.
“You make a sound and you don’t come,” he said, firmly trailing the soft leather down my ass to my toes. He did this repeatedly for several minutes as I watched, trying to stifle my moans.
A shift on the screen let me know he grabbed the camera again as he ordered me to spread my legs. Once I did, I saw my whole sex on screen as his tongue met it. I was on fire immediately, unable to make a sound as I watched my lover eat me, lick me, slide his fingers inside of me. Watching his
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