“Funny. I was pretty wet before you got here,” I said just to piss him off.
He chuckled, but when he pulled his cock away, I whimpered, not ready to be done with it. Using my hair, he turned me to face him and grabbed my hip with his other hand, scooting me onto the counter. “Why don’t you spread your legs and show me how well you play with yourself, then?”
He let go of me, took a step back, and stared expectantly. My hand crept toward my center, skimming my wet thigh and letting the air between us cool me. His eyes raked over my body, though, and it heated me up instead, like he was holding a fire to my skin. My hair clung to my chest, my breathing made my breasts rise and fall quickly, and I knew that, to him, I probably looked wild, wanton, and ready to burst with an orgasm.
I hovered over my pussy, but instead of going right for that, I rolled a finger over my clit and moaned, holding eye contact.
He swore fluently and unbuckled his trousers. My core immediately clenched as his strong hand dove into them to pull out his long cock. He pumped it as I rolled my clit between my fingers. He matched my rhythm with me like he did when I was tapping my stiletto, as if he wanted to be in sync with me and could feel my movement before I even made it.
“Slide a finger in, Izzy. Show me how well you listen to your boss when he gives you a command.”
My whole body shuddered in pleasure when he used his position of power on me. “You’re not my boss here, Cade.” I got off on the fact that I could defy him, that he wanted me to rebel as much as I wanted to.
He took a step closer, pumping his dick a bit harder as he rolled a thumb over that piercing. I practically salivated for him. I wanted my mouth, my pussy, and my body wrapped around him.
“I’m the boss of you everywhere. Especially here. You’re on my side, Izzy. You do as I say or . . .” He waited for me to finish his sentence.
“You’ll punish me?” I asked, my eyes almost rolling back at having him this close while I worked my clit faster and faster, my nipples tightening as I approached an orgasm that would probably knock me right off the counter I sat on.
His hand shot from his cock to my wrist and yanked my hand away from my clit just as I was about to hit my high. He pulled me forward so fast, I wobbled off the counter, but he used my momentum to turn me to the mirror again, shoving me in the back so that my stomach was against the counter and my ass was at his mercy.
He didn’t waste time, smacking my ass hard—so hard I cried out— and I arched my back for more as my cry turned into a moan. He took his cock and wet the tip in my arousal. Then he ran a thumb over it like he wanted us mixed together on his hand before he placed that thumb between my ass cheeks right on my other hole. “I should take your ass for a ride right now for the way you talk to me.”
I gasped as he flirted with my only virgin hole, teasing it and working it so much that I forgot about the sting of my ass cheek as I started to pant and beg him. “I want to feel it. I want to feel you.”
He laughed like I was ridiculous, pulled the belt from his trousers as he bent down close to my ear and said, “Next time, if you listen, maybe I’ll indulge you.”
Instead, he folded the belt and whipped my ass. Once, twice, three times.
He stepped back to do it. Like he wanted to see his work. Like the tears in my eyes and the red on my skin was his freaking masterpiece.
He put the folded area of the belt at my clit, the leather teasing the sensitive spot, and grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Move your hips, baby. Ride my belt like a good girl.”
Some would have been embarrassed, but I felt his cock against me, saw the hunger in his eyes, and more importantly, I felt the urge to get off so deep in my bones, I didn’t care.
I rolled my hips and arched my spine, taking what was mine. The orgasm was the whole reason I’d come to the bathroom, and I snatched it by letting him work that belt against me. Embracing the wave of euphoria felt like toppling into a dream. And he moved the leather just right for me to revel in it too.
“Your pussy is so wet, Izzy, it’s dripping down your thigh.” He admired his handiwork as I gasped for breath and came back to reality.
A part of me would always see Cade as the man I wanted to overcome, as he stood over me with my hair wrapped in his fist like he had complete control. Maybe it was my personality, my way of maintaining my control, but I pushed him like I knew I could. “Guess your punishment wasn’t good enough. I’m not feeling much pain, just pleasure.”
His gaze cut to mine, and he must have picked up on how I wanted to undermine his power. The world was afraid of him, but I wasn’t. I don’t know if that bothered him or aroused him, but he didn’t hesitate to give me another lashing to show me who held the cards.
I endured it. I practically embraced it as my body started to quiver from the pain and the pleasure with each whip. He’d done it twice and hesitated on his third, hand pulled back, ready, but suddenly, he murmured, “Jesus, we need to stop. Why don’t you tell me to stop?”
“Do we, though?” I couldn’t hold my tongue, couldn’t stop myself from wanting more.
“We need a safe word, and you actually need to use it if it becomes too much.” He shook his head.
“It’s just stop.” I shrugged. “And I don’t need it with you.” But I think we both knew I should have used it, that I was focusing on the pleasure and not the pain.
“You’d push me and yourself past the point of breaking, baby doll.” He heaved a sigh as he stepped closer to rub the redness on my ass cheek, holding my gaze in the mirror like he wanted me to understand something. “You’re a menace to our sanity, and I can’t fucking deny you. I’m obsessed with how you resist me and then square up to me. We have to know when to stop.”
I was braced on my elbows, watching him watch me in that mirror. His hands kneaded me like I was suddenly a treasure he couldn’t quite figure out but knew was valuable all the same. “I don’t want to stop, Cade.”
He hummed, not saying whether he agreed with me or not. Then he kneeled behind me and lowered his head. Cade wasn’t going to give me his cock, and I swear it was like he was saving it. Instead, his tongue licked my thigh softly. He took his time bringing his lips to it and tasting what must have been my arousal there as he murmured, “So sweet. So damn sweet. I’m going to dream about this pussy forever.”
It didn’t matter what he was saying to me at that point. My elbows gave out, and my chest fell to the granite as his mouth crept up to my center. He worked his thumb over my clit before he spread my folds wide enough for his tongue to dive in.
He licked me, devoured me, then slowed down like he wanted me to last, like he thought I could, like his mouth wasn’t a damn expert at what it was doing. I was already so far gone after him reddening my ass that I probably would have come on his tongue quickly either way.
The orgasm that had been building in me sliced through my soul, cutting open my heart and putting Cade right at the center of it. I screamed his name, whimpered it, moaned it, and then whispered it.
I knew tears ran down my face as he milked every last drop of my climax from me.
Then he stood over me, and just when I thought we were done, the head of his cock nudged a little into my opening. “Cade, oh my God, I don’t know if I can.”