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Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to warn her. “Toni, you’re pushing your luck.”

“Am I?”

She reached behind herself, an action that thrust her small breasts up and out. My pulse kicked up, paused and then began to race hard and fast. My gaze remained locked on her breasts so I didn’t realize she was dragging the zipper of her skirt down until she was wiggling her hips as she slid the material down to reveal a pair of tiny panties that matched her bra.

“If that was pushing my luck, then what am I doing now?” There was a teasing note in her voice as she closed the short distance between us.

Before my brain could fully process what she was doing, she rose up onto her toes and pressed her lips to mine. It was a quick, easy kiss. Followed by a hot, open-mouthed one that ended with her raking her teeth over my lip and I shuddered as she bit down.

“No strings. No promises. One night. Between friends. I think we both need it.” She ran her fingertip across the spot she'd just bitten. “The only thing I expect is that you don’t act like an ass when this is done. What do you say?”

Chapter 5

Toni

My words lingered between us.

What do you say?

His hands closed around my hips, palms hot against my skin. For the span of a few heartbeats, I thought maybe he’d push me away. Reject what I was offering. What I needed as much as he did, except for opposing reasons. He needed comfort and I needed to comfort him.

If he refused, I would leave, and I wouldn’t try again.

He gently pushed me away, and for a few seconds, I couldn’t think past the disappointment. Then his hands slid up my waist, his eyes darkening as I sucked in a desperate breath. His mouth closed over mine and I couldn't think at all.

I whimpered into his mouth and, after a moment, reluctantly tried to pull back. I needed to breathe. Had to. But he caught my chin, fingers biting into my skin. I felt his need to control...something, and knew that I could give him that.

With teeth, lips and tongue, he devoured my mouth, and I was sagging against the wall by the time his attention shifted elsewhere. A line of fire pulsed along my neck where he scraped his teeth across my skin and I shivered when he plucked at my nipples through my bra.

He did it again and again, the caress rough, edging on painful. I wedged my hands between us, shoving him back. He caught my wrists, and stared at me with glittering eyes.

“You backing out already?” he asked, his fingers flexing around my wrists.

“No.” My voice was rough and raw, but steady. Backing out was the last thing I had on my mind. But I sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy for him...and I had a feeling that was exactly what he needed.

“Sure about that?”

“Bet your ass.”

He grinned at me as he shifted both of my wrists into one hand and used the other to work at his tie. His eyes stayed on me as he replaced his one-handed grip with the tie. I couldn’t keep track of the twists and loops but when he was done, I had enough movement that I could wiggle my wrists and there was blood flow, but there was no way I was getting out of that complicated set of knots. Not unless he wanted me to.

“Last chance, Toni,” he said softly, leaning down until his lips were brushing against mine.

“I don’t think I need it.”

There was no warning for what came next. He simply moved, and then I was up over his shoulder. I had no leverage, and his shoulder dug into my belly. His hand on my practically naked ass steadied me as he turned and walked out of the dining room. I tried to turn my head to see, hoping there was none of the staff around, but my hair was in my way.

When he put me down a few minutes later, we were in his room.

Head spinning, I looked around. I'd been in here before, but it hadn't looked like this. Light shone in through the open windows and I couldn’t stop the flinch. There were windows all around. Apparently, he'd had those thick curtains drawn when I'd been here before.

“Privacy glass,” Ash said, his eyes locked on mine.

I shot him a look.

“Nobody can see it. Nobody but me will see what I’m going to do to you.”

Do to me? Fuck.

He shrugged out of his suit coat and set it aside. Mesmerized, I watched as his fingers freed one button then moved to the next. With each inch of skin he bared, my heart pounded a little harder, a little faster. By the time he was done, I was just about certain my heart was going to jump out of my chest. He shrugged out of the shirt and I waited breathlessly for him to toss it off to the side, but instead, he took his time, folding it meticulously.

I groaned when he turned around and carried it over to the chair, but he didn’t even look back.

My eyes dropped to his ass, his firm, tight ass, and his pants outlined that muscled curve to perfection. My fingers clenched, longing to sink into it, pull him to me. Damn, I needed him inside me. He turned and I saw the thick outline of his cock pressing against the zipper.

I bit my lip to keep from whimpering when he pressed his palm against the heavy ridge. The only thing that made me even the slightest been mollified was the knowledge of how I was affecting him.

But it didn't lessen my need for him. Only one thing would do that.

Jerking at the tie, I demanded, “Take this off.”

“Afraid not.” His lips quirked up. “Unless you want to call it off already.”

“Yeah, right.”

He moved forward at a quick pace, catching me off guard. I instinctively backed up and he grinned, the smile filled with something primal, almost savage. He grabbed my wrists and I resisted, staring at him in defiance. He won, but we were both panting as he forced my hands over my head. I glared at him as his came down.

Mine didn’t.

My arms were stretched upward at an uncomfortable angle, and I couldn’t bring them down. I tried, too. Craning my neck upward, I saw that he had hooked the tie over a hook hanging out from the wall, the kind of hook usually used for clothes.

Except this one was a heck of a lot stronger. It was supporting a fair amount of my weight. Granted, I didn't weigh much, but still, it was strong. And it kept me on my toes, literally, which also happened to be a position that pushed my breasts out. It was both embarrassing and erotic, and when Ash dragged his gaze down over me, the expression on his face left no doubt as to what he thought of this whole scenario.

He slid the back of his knuckles down the slope of my breast, over my nipples, down, down, down...my eyelids fluttered.

“You sure you’re up for this?”

“Quit acting like I’m going to chicken out or that you're going to break me.” I couldn't resist teasing him a bit. “Do your worst, Ash. I dare you.”

Something dark and hot fired in his eyes.

I caught my breath when he grabbed the cups of my bra and yanked them down. It forced my breasts up and I whimpered when he lifted me, my back braced against the wall.

“Mine,” he growled just before he sucked one nipple into his mouth. “You hear me, Toni? Mine.”

That word, the possessiveness in his voice, should've pissed me off. Instead, it made me shiver with something that seemed a lot like agreement. I felt the edge of his teeth and moaned. How was it he could read my body better than any lover I'd ever had? He knew just the right line between pain and pleasure.

Even as he teased my sensitive flesh, he didn’t waste any time dealing with my panties, tearing them away like they were made of tissue. I couldn't even complain, not when his mouth was doing such wonderful things.

The rasp of his zipper was terribly loud and, a moment later, I felt the rub of his cock against my curls, but he didn’t enter me. Not yet. I made a sound of disappointment.

“Did you really think it was going to be that easy, baby?” His voice was teasing and I knew we were just getting started.

Dazed from the overwhelming sensations, I shook my head, trying to clear it as my feet touched the ground. Then the whole room was spinning.

No. I was. He turned me around, the tie tightening on my wrists as he moved me.

“Wiggle your fingers,” he ordered.

I blinked, confused.

“Can you move your fingers?” he asked.

I didn't bother trying to figure out why. I just wanted him to move things along. The need inside me was growing and if I didn't get some satisfaction, I knew I’d explode. As soon as my fingers moved, he fisted a hand in my hair and yanked my head back, sending needle-like tendrils of pain through my scalp, pain that merged with the heat inside me, fueling it.

“Are you wet yet?” he asked against my ear as he slid his free hand down my torso, my belly, between my legs. Without any warning, he pushed two fingers inside me. The sudden intrusion made me cry out and I tried to close my thighs, trap his hand until I adjusted.

He yanked harder on my hair and kicked my ankles apart, the movement forcing his fingers deeper inside me.

“You move when I say you move, or when I move you.”

He pumped his fingers into me and I shuddered. I was wet, but he wasn't easing me into this. Another stroke and I moaned.

“Say you understand.”

“I understand.” Then, because every inch of me was desperate, on fire, I added, “Fuck me already, dammit! I’m dying here.”

“Not yet. You don’t want it enough.”

I could almost hear the smile in the smug bastard's voice.

“How would you know?” I tried to push down on his hand, but I didn't have enough leverage.

He chuckled. “Because you’re not begging me.”

He kissed a path down my spine and I shuddered when I felt the edge of his teeth scrape over me, just above my butt. He fucked his fingers in and out of me, harder, deeper. I flinched when he slid the finger from his other hand between my cheeks.

“Have you ever had anal sex?”

I flushed, but answered honestly. “Sort of. My last boyfriend tried it.”

“Did you like it?” His thumb ran down the seam of my ass.

“No. It hurt and he stopped.” I didn't add that part of me had always wondered if that had been the real reason he'd broken up with me a few weeks later. “I don’t think he knew what he was doing. I know I didn’t.”

Ash slid his thumb forward and I tensed as he gathered the moisture from my pussy and dragged it back to where he circled my anus before doing it again and again. “I know what I'm doing. And you'll like it, Toni. Even when it hurts, you’ll like it.” He pressed his lips against my shoulder even as his thumb teased me. “I'm going to make you feel so good.”

Even though my stomach was churning with nerves, I didn't doubt he meant what he said...and that he could do it.

The fingers in my pussy kept up their steady rhythm even as his thumb began to apply pressure. I whimpered as he began to work his way past the tight ring of muscle. The muscles in my legs started to tremble as he finally penetrated my ass, pushing in and out in counterpoint to his fingers.

Relentless, he brought me teetering right to the brink before he stopped and I rocked against him, desperate. It wasn't enough. Hands bound and tied overhead, I could barely move. Without any conscious thought on my part, I did exactly what he said I would do.

I begged.

“Please, Ash. Please.”

He surged upright, his hands leaving me suddenly empty. I would've protested, but then his arm went around my waist to steady me. The next moment, he was inside me. He pinned me between his body and the wall, taking me hard and fast. His cock swelled, thicker, harder, his thrusts bruising. I could hardly breathe as he drove the air from my lungs.

I didn't care about anything except the feel of him moving, taking.

Who needed oxygen, really?

That satisfaction lasted approximately ten minutes before I was cursing him again.

“You're a bastard, Ash. You know that, right?”

He'd stopped, just shy of a climax that I knew would've redefined the word.

He’d fucking stopped.

And then he'd picked me up and tossed me, facedown, on the bed. In a matter of only a couple minutes, he hogtied me. My hands at the base of my spine, my feet to my thighs, and he’d even taken the time to braid my long hair and twist the end into the restraints. I was completely and utterly helpless, every cell in my body vibrating with the need for release.

He bent over me, one hand on the back of my neck. The soothing circles he was making with his thumb felt like it should have been at odds with the rest of what he was doing, but it felt more like a reminder that I could trust him to eventually give me what I needed.

“Are you asking me to stop? You remember your safe word. All you have to do is say it and we'll be done.”

I gritted my teeth. I knew he'd do it, knew he would stop if I said that simple word. He'd never force anyone to do something they didn't want to do. That, I knew, was the real question. What did I want?

I closed my eyes. I knew the answer. I'd always known the answer.

Him.

I wanted him.

“I won’t say it.”

He expelled a breath so faint that I almost didn't hear it. But there was no mistaking the twitch of the fingers on my neck and I suddenly realized that he'd been worried I was going to tell him to stop. Knowing how much he wanted me helped ease my anxiety and mentally prepare myself to accept whatever it was he was going to do next.