Sweet Addiction (19 page)

“But not with you,” Cole guessed.

She shook her head. “I’ve expected it. And maybe a part of me has even anticipated it. I think it’s the unknown and that it’s all kinds of forbidden and edgy.” Then she laughed. “Okay, that sounds ridiculous. Like having a threesome is edgier than the absolute lifestyle I live with Lucas …and now with you,” she added softly.

“I’ve wondered if it would be something I would enjoy, and then the other night when he took me to his club—”

She broke off and her cheeks colored slightly. Cole raised his eyebrows. “What happened at the club?”

“Well, he’s
always so possessive of me. Like, look but don’t touch. That sort of thing. He’s very picky about who he allows near me. Especially at the club. But he sent me off to dance with these three guys, which was surprising enough. But then he comes out and dances with me, and, well, it was different. He’s not much of an exhibitionist, but he was fake fucking my mouth, he had me bent over like he was fucking me from behind. And then …”

“Oh you can’t stop now,” Cole said dryly. “Not when it’s getting good.”

“He allowed one of the men to touch me. With his mouth. He sucked at my breasts. And then he touched me. He slid his fingers inside me.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “It was hot. Exciting. I felt so naughty and wicked. And now I think maybe it was just a precursor or a warm-up because he knew he was going to give me to you.”

Cole frowned. He didn’t like the idea of Lucas letting random guys feel her up just to get her ready for him.

“So last night, when Lucas and I both were inside you. Was that the first time you experienced that?”

Her pupils dilated and she nodded. Her skin had flushed and she was warmer than she had been just a moment ago.

“You liked it.”

He knew she had, but he wanted to hear it from her.

“Yes, I did,” she whispered. “I can’t even explain it. It was so …powerful. Completely different than the night in the club. I didn’t know that other man. And while it had this edgy, forbidden feel to it, I still clung to Lucas because I felt safe with him. Last night, I was between two men I trust. I felt completely safe with both of you. I knew neither of you would ever hurt me. It was …freeing. I don’t think I’ve
ever felt more powerful and yet I was completely and utterly powerless and vulnerable. I
loved
it.”

He pulled her down to kiss her again, as he’d done so frequently over the last hours. He simply couldn’t get enough of her. He loved reminding himself that she was here, in his arms. She was his.

“You’ll always be safe with me, Ren. Even when I’m pushing you. When I’m hard and demanding, and I can be both, no doubt. I love that you’re open with me about what you like. What turns you on. And what makes you feel safe. I’ll never willingly or purposely do anything that ever makes you feel afraid, insecure or inferior. And I’ll damn sure never do anything to humiliate you. If you don’t feel comfortable going to dinner with Angelina because she’s someone I’ve fucked, then we’ll absolutely stay home. But know this: I fucked her. Did I like her? Did I respect her? Absolutely. I’m not an asshole. But I fucked her because it felt good, it turned me on and it was what she and Micah wanted. I didn’t make love to her and therein lies the difference.”

Ren smiled and leaned down to kiss him and then she curled her arms around his neck and hugged tightly. When she finally pulled back, she wore a mischievous smile.

“I do hope this doesn’t mean that you’re going to spend the whole two weeks ‘making love’ to me.”

He sent her a smoldering look that should have worried her. And maybe it did by the sudden increase in her respirations.

“Oh no, Ren,” he said in a soft voice. “I’m going to make love to you, absolutely. But I’m also going to fuck you so long and so hard that you’ll beg me for mercy. And if you’re a good girl, I just might decide to have a little.”

He knew he’d said exactly the right thing because her eyes caught fire and she stirred like a wild thing in his arms. He remembered all
that Lucas had said in their meeting and as much as it galled him to receive advice from another man—especially a man who had such a strong hold on Ren—he also knew that Lucas was exactly right.

Ren didn’t want or need a man who’d coddle or pamper her endlessly. She needed a dominant man who wouldn’t give an inch and who would take her to the very edge of her boundaries and then pull her back with a gentle hand.

And hell yes, he could be that man. He
was
that man. Ren may not know it yet. But in a few days’ time, any doubt she may have would be gone. He’d damn well make sure of that.

S
hopping with Cole was a whole new experience for Ren. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t shopped with him in the past, but they’d had a decidedly smaller budget back in the day. They’d bought things like jeans, tennis shoes and seen budget films at the dollar cinema. They may have walked by an exclusive retail shop, but that was the extent of any name-brand shopping for them.

This time, Cole seemed determined to cater to her every desire and not only that but he was involved in every single purchase. He studied each outfit, had her try on every pair of shoes and then he simply made his selections based on what he thought looked the best on her.

As for her part, she hadn’t a single complaint. His tastes were as impeccable as Lucas’s. He knew precisely what complemented her figure, her hair, her coloring and he seemed to love any top that showed off her tattoo.

She also discovered his love of ultrafeminine lingerie. He loved her
in soft colors. Pinks, peaches, lavenders. Lucas usually leaned more toward black and darker, more sultry colors. Cole liked …girlie.

He was also wickedly evil. He’d requested she try on a particular set of lingerie complete with the hot pink stilettos he’d picked out himself. Ren called them Barbie shoes. Cole merely informed her she looked hot in them.

His eyes glittered in approval as she stood before him, clad in pale pink lace panties and a matching bra and wearing those killer fuck-me shoes.

Okay and well, she had to admit, she felt like a total bombshell with the way he devoured her with his gaze.

“Tonight I’m going to fuck you in nothing more than those shoes,” he said in a growly voice. “I’m going to hold on to the heels and spread you wide while I ride you long and hard.”

Oh hell. A shudder worked up her body. Her knees shook and she nearly went down in those heels. Cole was on his feet and caught her to him but chuckled at how flustered she appeared. He knew exactly his effect on her. He delighted in it.

“I could fuck you right here, Ren. The saleslady won’t interrupt. She’s perfectly happy to give us all the time and privacy we want.”

“It’s not her I’m worried about,” Ren muttered, not willing to admit just how turned on she was by the idea of him fucking her right in the dressing room. Or maybe even turn her over his knee and mark her bottom in her pretty new underwear. Or maybe he would make her suck his cock on her knees while he sat so indolently in that chair where he’d watched her model.

Her imagination had taken her on a delicious trip through all the possibilities.

“What I wouldn’t give to see what’s going on in that pretty head of yours right now,” Cole murmured. “Care to share?”

She shook her head vehemently and actually blushed. She hadn’t
felt like a little girl in so very long and now she was actually blushing like a preteen with her first crush.

“No way I want someone to walk in on us!” she whispered.

Cole smiled.

That smile made her immediately suspicious and her eyes narrowed as his smile only grew more arrogant. He crooked his finger, his eyes daring her to refuse.

She took the few steps to close the distance, her pulse racing. He touched her jaw and then leaned down so he was a mere breath from her mouth.

Oh but he was delicious. He looked delicious and smelled so yummy she wanted to lick him from top to bottom and everywhere in between. He oozed sexuality from every pore. He was the type of man who she’d pick out of a crowd every single time. Aloof. Confident. A little arrogant. Bold. And absolutely, mouth-wateringly gorgeous.

“The store is closed, my darling. There is only you and me and a very happy saleslady who was only too thrilled to close the store for us to have a very private shopping excursion. And I guarantee she won’t appear until I’ve summoned her.”

“In that case,” she murmured.

“Care to share what devious thoughts you were having?”

She grinned. “I am ever obedient.”

“Mmm, yes you are. Now I must consider what I want my darling submissive to do.”

She lowered her eyes demurely and then took a step back just so he could see her in those decadent heels and the frothy pink lingerie that he did seem to love so. She was so excited she nearly went up on tiptoe in her eagerness to see what he would exact from her.

His eyes immediately went dark with approval. The power that rolled off him was a tangible wave that wrapped around her and lured her seductively in.

Oh yes, she was his. She would do whatever he commanded. She would please him as he’d never been pleased. It was a sudden, fierce need that came from deep within. From her soul. It was a craving as strong as any desire she’d ever experienced. She wanted to be his, wanted his strength and his dominance. Right here, right now, among the beautiful outfits he was showering her with. She wanted him to assert his dominance and his ownership.

When his hands dropped to his belt, her knees threatened to give out. Slowly and methodically, he undid the buckle and pulled at the leather until it came free of his slacks.

She had no idea what he planned to do with that belt but she hoped. Oh God, she hoped. She could literally feel the hot kiss of leather on her ass and she nearly swooned with want.

“Go to the mirror,” he ordered.

His voice was all business and yet layered with a gruff darkness that was so very seductive.

She honest to God wasn’t sure if she could take the three steps to the mirror.

She put one foot hesitantly in front of the other, grateful when she remained steady.

“Face it and put your hands up over your head, palms pressed to the glass, then push out so there is space between your body and the mirror.”

She did as he commanded. Pressed her palms to the full-length mirror and then took one step back.

“Spread your legs and look at yourself.”

She raised startled eyes to view herself, surprised at how aroused and how …drugged …she looked. Already she was well on her way to a place only he could take her. She embraced it. Welcomed it. Craved it with every inch of her body.

He slid his hand over the curve of her behind. Caressed the cheeks,
one and then the other. He toyed with the thin strip that covered the cleft of her ass and then smoothed his hand over the plump flesh again.

“Such a beautiful ass, Ren. Perfectly shaped. So deliciously fuckable. But equally delicious? My mark on those pretty, dusky cheeks.”

Without warning he issued a sharp slap with his hand. It rocked her forward and she closed her eyes as the bite of pain was quickly replaced with the warm haze of pleasure.

“Open your eyes, Ren. I want you to watch yourself while I use my belt on your ass. I want you to see how beautiful you are. And then you’re going to watch me fuck you from behind while you keep your hands against the glass. If you move them. Even an inch. I’ll punish you.”

Her eyes widened. They hadn’t discussed punishment. She wasn’t even sure what he considered punishment. Lucas rarely ever punished her. There was no need. She took her obedience very seriously. It was a matter of respect and she’d never disrespect Lucas or Cole.

Cole smiled back at her. “You won’t move your hands, Ren. I know you.”

No, she wouldn’t move them. No matter what he did. No matter what he made her endure. No matter how much he drove her wild with mind-blowing pleasure. She’d obey and she wouldn’t move her hands.

“Face forward.”

Her gaze returned to her own reflection and she saw the excitement and anticipation glowing in her eyes. Behind her, he moved and then looked directly at her, ensuring she was doing as he’d commanded.

She flexed her fingers against the glass just as the leather snapped across her ass. She jumped, flinching against the sudden fire. Just as quickly a whispery moan escaped her lips and her eyes turned all soft and glowy as pleasure hummed through her veins.

“Don’t look away,” he said hoarsely. “See how beautiful and wild you look. See what I see.”

She stared back at the woman in the mirror. She
was
beautiful. Her eyes flashed. Her neck arched. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and she looked seductive, sensual and vibrant.

The belt snapped against her flesh again and it was all she could do to keep her eyes open as bliss descended. Each blow was an erotic mix of edgy, fiery pain and decadent ecstasy.

He wasn’t easy. He didn’t wimp out. He didn’t pretend to spank her and throw little pats her way. She would have been deeply disappointed and thoroughly unsatisfied. This was what she needed. That edge. The thin line between what she could and couldn’t take. She wanted it pushed. She wanted to strain her very limits every single time. She wanted him to take her there and then pull her back with a loving hand. Just like Lucas.