“Now, baby girl. Show me what a sweet little slut you’re going to be for me and only me.”
I press backward at his urging, and his thumb breaches the sensitive ring of muscle until it slips inside. My nerve endings zing with sensation, and my pussy drips at the fullness. I need him inside me.
Cav reads my mind and shoves forward with a single thrust, burying his cock to the hilt.
I cry out something incomprehensible as he withdraws and thrusts again. Over and over he fucks into me, his thumb taking my ass on counterstrokes. I brace my arms against the bed to absorb the power in his movements. I’m flying toward the edge of an orgasm when one arm wraps around my hip and a sharp smack lands against my clit.
Detonation.
“Cav!” I yell his name as the orgasm tears through me, gripping the rope binding me to the bed because I need some kind of anchor.
He continues for several more thrusts before stopping and pulling free.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so goddamn close, but I’m not letting go yet.”
His thumb slides free and I hear the sound of the cap again. “I’m going to go slow. I fucking promise. You’ve got yellow and red if you need them.”
Cav coats my asshole with the slick oil, and the head of his cock presses against my opening. “I know I’m a hell of a lot bigger than my thumb, but you can take me.” With one hand on my ass, he strokes and teases my clit with the other.
Pressure. Pressure. A sizzle of dark pleasure. I’ve never felt so unbelievably full before as he breaches the ring of muscle with the head of his cock. The same sensations slip through me as when he used his thumb, but they’re multiplied a thousandfold because he’s so damn big. A razor-thin edge of pain wraps through the pleasure, but I’ve never wanted this more.
“I’m in your ass, baby. Fuck, you look so beautiful taking my cock. Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
The pressure increases on my clit and slickness drips through his fingers, but I don’t care as he goes deeper. Finally, I feel the press of his hips against my ass. He’s in. All the way. And he feels huge, but . . . strangely perfect.
“Hold on, baby girl, it’s time to take your man. Fuck, I’ve been waiting years to feel this. It was worth every second of the wait. Sweet fucking girl. Dirty beautiful girl. All mine.”
He pulls back, never stopping with the pressure on my clit. When he’s nearly all the way out, he presses in again, and the dance of sweet pain and dark pleasure begins anew. It’s mind-bending. I don’t know how to comprehend all the sensations rioting in my brain.
An acute sense of possession and ownership pervades it all. I feel shameless. Naughty. Dirty. And I love every single second of it.
Soon, I’m pressing back as he thrusts forward; we’re working in time and I’m hovering on the brink of another orgasm. It’s so close, and all I have to do is reach for it.
“Fuck, baby girl. I’m gonna fuck your ass harder and you’re going to come for me, and when you do, you’re gonna scream.”
His strokes increase in pace and my fingers claw at the sheets, desperate for some hold. My sanity is fading away at the edges as pleasure and need and desire for Cav cloud my brain.
“I’m so close.” My voice breaks on the words.
“When I say.”
“Please,” I beg. “I need—”
“Fucking come for me and squeeze my cock.”
Two more strokes, another slap to my pussy, and I’m soaring. Splintering apart. Shattering into pieces.
Cav’s roar fills my ears and heat pumps into my ass as he comes.
I’m murmuring incoherently when he finally slows his movements. He falls forward, bracing himself above me while my body trembles with aftershocks of the mind-blowing orgasm.
Check yes, please next to the “more back door” box.
My arms wobble, losing the strength to hold me up.
Cav presses a kiss to my shoulder, the back of my neck, and then my hair.
“Let me take care of this and I’ll clean you up.”
He pulls out and I want to help, but I’m bound. It doesn’t matter, though, because Cav has it covered. I hear water in the bathroom. Within a few moments, he cleans me up with a warm, damp washcloth and comes around the bed to untie my hands.
He helps me off the bed and lifts me into his arms, carrying me into the shower, which is already filling with steam.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”
I turn myself over to his care, feeling not only taken by him but cherished as he washes me and then wraps me in a towel. Exhaustion is tugging at my eyelids, and there’s nothing I want to do more than fall asleep in his arms.
Cav tucks me into bed, and I’m already out before he wraps his body around mine.
The brilliant morning sun beats in through the window, but that’s not what wakes me.
It’s the deep voice roaring through the house.
“Where the fuck is she?” the voice demands.
Juan must be trying to preserve our privacy, because he’s arguing with someone. “Mr. Karas, I’m sorry, but you need to wait—”
“No fucking way. Where are they?”
Fuck.
My time is up. Our bubble is about to undergo the equivalent of a nuclear holocaust, and Creighton Karas may just try to kill me.
I will not bend to him. I may not be a billionaire, but I’m a long way from being without my own reserves of money and power.
Greer sits up, hair mussed, eyes blinking. “What the hell? Is that my brother?”
“Yes.”
I wrap a hand around her shoulder and barely stop myself from shaking her. I need to lay all my cards out on the table, but I don’t have enough time to do it justice. All I can say is the one thing that might make a difference.