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Chapter Eight

Riley watched in awe as Jenn flew apart in front of him. All her reserve and shyness gave way to the dark woman underneath. It was the facet of herself she’d kept hidden inside that he had to touch. Her pussy convulsed around his fingers as many of the club goers watched in silence. The screams she’d let loose had distracted many of the Doms and subs as they turned to watch.

Pride warmed him as her final barriers came crashing down, and she collapsed against the wood. He’d known coming here and thrusting her unsuspecting into such play was a gamble, but he couldn’t stand to see her leave tomorrow without showing her how far he wanted her to fly. And fly she did.

Little pulses squeezed at his hand, as he reluctantly pulled free. He needed to fuck her so bad his dick hurt. Either way she was his and he had to find a way to keep her. Job or not.

With one arm he lifted her from the spanking bench and hugged her close. She sagged against him, totally wiped. At least for the moment.

“Open you mouth, baby girl.”

She did as he asked, and he fed her his fingers.

“Lick them clean.”

Her tongue swirled and suckled until he was certain she’d gotten every drop of her precious cream. The sudden urge to be alone with her, the desire to show her just how he felt, overwhelmed him. The rest of what he’d planned could wait for another night. If he had any say so in their future, there would be plenty of time for them to enjoy all the things the club had to offer. For now, the possessive streak he’d known lurked inside him rushed forward and demanded he take her out of here immediately.

He gently eased from her mouth and bent to kiss her. What had been meant to be a simple, easy kiss turned hungry and needy in seconds. The taste of her orgasm was so sweet on her tongue he practically lost his mind. Like the woman herself, the essence of Jenn was spicy and sweet, something he’d never get enough of. He wrenched his mouth free and scooped her into his arms.

“We’re going home,” he announced.

The little frown of worry that creased her brow charmed him further.

“I need to fuck you, and I don’t feel like having an audience anymore.”

A soft smile spread across her lips before she pulled in her bottom lip and bit down with her teeth.

He rushed through the club and burst into the parking lot, grateful no one approached them while he loaded her in the car and buckled her in.

Soon, very soon, she’d be under him and he’d be buried so deep inside her neither of them would remember where the other one started or stopped.

* * * *

He’d left her blindfold on, and now, seeing her laid out on his bed, he was torn by the many ideas of what he wanted to do to her. Damn, she’d gotten so deep under his skin his normally cool reserve had fled him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked on a whisper.

“Absolutely nothing. In fact, everything is so great I can’t stop admiring you.”

A rosy flush bloomed across her skin.

“You are so beautiful.”

“You’re not ashamed of me?” she sounded incredulous.

“Ashamed? What for?”

“For my behavior in the club.”

“Oh hell no. And you shouldn’t be ashamed, either.” He ripped off the blindfold, desperate to see her eyes. For her to see the love and acceptance in his.

“But I—” She hid her face in the covers.

“You what? Don’t hide now. Tell me.” He cupped her chin and turned her back to face him. “Please don’t withdraw. I have to know how you felt.”

“Raw.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before opening her lids and locking her gaze onto his. “All I could think of was the desperate need that ravaged through me, and if you’d let one of your friends fuck me, I wouldn’t have cared.”

“And you’re ashamed of that?”

“I don’t know what I am. I felt so…so…”

“Free?” he supplied.

“Yes.”

“Oh Jenn, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met. Inside and out. Please don’t turn away from any facet of yourself no matter how dark it might seem at the moment. I want all of you, and it’s my job to help you explore those deep, dark desires you hold so tight you can barely see them.”

So much love and need rushed through him he had to get closer, be inside his woman. He spread her legs and settled between her thighs.

Her pink, wet flesh beckoned, and the thought of donning a condom sickened him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t want to wear a condom. I need to feel everything.”

“I’ve been on the pill since I was a teenager so I can’t get pregnant, and I’ve never had unprotected sex.”

“Neither have I,” he admitted.

“Then take me as you need, Riley, please.”

“I want you… And God help me, I need you.” Riley sank his cock in her agonizingly slow, amazed again at how tightly she gripped him. Hot velvet. That’s what she felt like. Warm and soft. He wanted to show her everything she wasn’t ready to hear yet. Make love to her. He also wanted to fuck her every which way possible. The need to dominate rode his control while he stroked in and out of her, slow and deep.

He seized her mouth because he couldn’t not do it.
Mine
.
Possess
.

One way or another, he wanted to get his fill of her taste, but that deep spot inside knew it would never be enough. He’d spent years fantasizing about her while he’d explored his own insecurities, wasting years of this. He was damn lucky no one else had claimed her.

“I’ve waited so long for this Jenn, I can hardly believe it.”

“You?” she gasped. “I’ve waited so long, and now, when you look at me, I can barely believe that you want me, too.”

“Believe in this.” He nibbled at her lips. “Believe in us.”

“Show me.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips in a blatant show of submission.

“See, you are a siren.”

Jenn’s nails bit at his shoulders as she moved ruthlessly underneath him, stripping away all control.

“I can’t help it. I can’t get enough of you inside me. So full and stretched.”

He groaned and buried his face in her neck. Her words ramped him higher as he tunneled in and out of her with all his strength. With all the blood in his body rushing to his dick, he quickly moved past the ability to think clearly. Every yelp and whimper wasn’t enough. He wanted her screams, that moment when her body ruled her mind and she flew free. He’d fuck her day and night just to hear that, to know he’d taken her there.

On every stroke in or out, she tightened on him and squeezed his cock until she damn near took his breath away. They had so much to look forward to and so much more to explore, and tonight was all about convincing her to stay.

“If you ask me nice, I’ll let you come.” With his balls tight and aching, they’d come together. He and Jenn would feed the needs of each other at the same time.

“Please, Riley, please make me come.”

The dam he’d been holding onto broke apart at her words. He flexed his hips and quickened the pace, building a dangerous and delicious friction that threatened them both. Her pleas turned to sharp cries, and the tingling at the base of his spine built to a full-blown electrical charge.

Seconds later, she cried out his name, a litany of curses and screams following closely behind. The clasp of her pussy tightened on his cock, strong pulses of muscles demanding his release.

The pressure of cum building in his balls would not be controlled. White-hot pleasure sizzled in his brain, taking his breath away. He buried his hands in Jenn’s hair and gripped the side of her head, locking her gaze to his when the fury of release broke free. Hard spasms rocketed through them both as he emptied inside her in a series of spurts that stunned him.

This woman. This night. Everything cleared. She would be his…forever.

* * * *

Riley opened his eyes to the sound of the shower running and an open suitcase at the foot of the bed. She’d packed her bags. What the hell?

He threw off the covers and stormed into the bathroom. Warm heat and sweet smelling woman enveloped him the moment he opened the door. She was scrubbing her hair and humming a tune he didn’t recognize. He needed to think about this before he opened his mouth and demanded she stay.

If getting ready to go home made her this happy, maybe he had no business trying to force her to bend to his will. The water shut off, and he slipped out the door. He had an idea. If she was going to go home today, he’d leave her with a final reminder of what she’d miss. His stomach roiled, and his head pounded. He loved her too much to let her simply walk out of his life after two short days of incredible exploration.

He hurried to the media room and grabbed a few supplies. His goody bag sat on the floor right where they’d left it the day before and instead of searching for what he needed he hooked the handles and rushed back to his bedroom. The sound of her muffled humming drifted through the door as he located the things he would need when she emerged. He pushed everything under the pillow and moved a small chair into the middle of the floor.

“Oh, you’re awake.” She skidded to a stop, towel in hand and rubbing her hair dry.

“And you’re packing.” He struggled to bite back the sarcasm.

“Yeah, my flight leaves in a few hours so I figured I better get my lazy butt in gear.” The wide smile on her face tore at his gut. How could she be so nonchalant when the acid churning in his belly threatened to eat him alive?

“We should have discussed this. Worked something out.”

She opened her mouth to protest, and his hand clamped over it.

“No, the time for talking passed when you started packing your bags without even talking to me. Now, you have to do things my way.”

He pulled Jenn to the waiting chair and pushed her into it.

“But, Riley—”

“No talking. If you have any hope of making that flight, you need to stop fighting and be still. In fact, I have a couple of items to help you with that.” He pulled out the rope and the extra special something he’d planned to save for next time, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” he demanded.

Her eyes widened before she relented and closed them, her mouth opening wide. Riley popped the ball of the gag into her mouth and fastened the straps closed at the back of her head.

“Relax, it’s a beginner’s ball gag which should give you no trouble as long as you don’t panic. I have a point to make before you leave, and I don’t want any interruptions.”

With the rope in hand, he proceeded to tie her wrists to the arms of the chair, first one side then the other. She remained soft and pliable with no resistance so he continued wrapping the braided rope around her legs until both were bound to the chair, as well.

He stepped back and admired his work. The little pink ball between her lips contrasted vividly against her creamy skin, and the custom-made pink bondage rope wrapped around her limbs had his dick standing up and taking notice. With her legs spread, he spied the flushed folds of her pussy. He’d bet money it was already coated with her cream. She looked good enough to eat. He’d like to settle between those silken thighs and feast for hours until they both forgot she wanted to leave. He’d get there soon enough, and when he did, she’d beg.