Sinners at the Altar (Page 128)

“Don’t you dare put anything in my ass,” he said, fighting his restraints now.

The bed shook and creaked as he yanked on the straps, but they held.

“Oh, I dare, baby. You should know better than to challenge me.”

She inserted her index finger into the ring at the base of a curved rubber tool. It was only a few inches long and very slender. She doubted he’d be able to feel it except where she wanted him to feel it.

“Aggie!” he said as she slipped the prostate stimulator inside him.

Apparently he’d been expecting her to ram a ten-inch phallus up there, because his body went limp with relief. He remained relaxed until she began to move the tool inside him, and then he began to twitch.

“Oh,” he gasped. “What are you… Mmm.”

She continued to stimulate him internally while she used her free hand to smack his bare ass. Her palm tingled each time it connected with his flesh. When he began to rock his hips involuntarily, she moved up close against his back and peered over his shoulder to check his level of excitement. His cock was as hard as granite, flushed darker than the rest of his skin. Tortuous veins coursed along the entire shaft, and the tip glistened with moisture. He was seeping so much pre-cum that it was dripping. She’d never wanted to drive his cock into the achiness between her legs so badly before in her life. But she was in control here. She wouldn’t shatter that illusion just yet.

“If I let your arms loose right now, would you touch yourself?” she asked.

“God, yes,” he groaned.

“Then you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”

She rubbed his lower belly, delighting in how his cock jerked each time she came within inches of touching it.

“I wonder if I can make you come without touching your cock at all,” she said, increasing the speed at which she moved the stimulator inside him.

He cried out, and she craned her neck to find his eyes squeezed tightly shut. She grinned deviously and then smacked his ass. His body tensed, and he whimpered.

“I’ve learned my lesson,” he said. “Oh God. Please don’t make me come this way. I won’t touch it. I don’t even want to touch it.”

“Liar.”

“I want you to touch it,” he said with a groan.

She could have released his restraints then, but she knew if she did, he’d be fucking her the instant he was free and the power would tip in his direction. She wasn’t quite ready to give up her power to him just yet.

She pulled the stimulator free of his body and tossed it into the garbage. She took a moment to clean his ass, knowing how distracted he’d be by the wetness; she wanted his concentration on her.

Jace glanced over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

She shrugged, slipped her panties off, and wearing her thigh-high boots but nothing else, climbed onto the bed in front of him. “We came here to nap, right?”

She curled up on the mattress, snuggled into a pillow, and closed her eyes.

“You cannot leave me like this, Aggie,” Jace said.

She opened her eyes and stared at his enormous cock.

“I do want you inside me,” she said. “Jace.”

“Yes.”

“But I don’t want you to fuck me right now.”

“Huh?”

“I’m still craving control.”

“So take it,” he said between clenched teeth. “Do with it what you will, but for fuck’s sake, Aggie, don’t leave me like this.”

Aggie shifted onto her back and opened her legs, scooting on the mattress until her legs were dangling off the edge of the bed and Jace’s slim hips were between her thighs. She reached for his cock and the instant she touched him, he sucked a tortured breath between clenched teeth. She rubbed his head against her clit, sighing in bliss.

He backed away from her slightly, and she scooted even closer toward the edge of the bed.

“I want inside you so bad right now,” he said, moving his hips to try to direct his cock into her body.

She slipped his head down into her opening, and he stepped forward, sliding deeper.

“Wait,” she said.

She sat up on the edge of the bed, the only contact between them her hand on his shaft and his cockhead buried just inside.

“Allow me,” she said.

“To?”

“Control.”

She released his solid length and gripped his hips, directing him closer. Deeper. His breath came out in a hot huff against her hair. Hands on his hips, she guided him out and then in again, deeper this time. Deeper. She encouraged him to rotate his hips, then draw out again, and press in, deeper still. Under the instructive touch of her hand, he made love to her slow and deep—exactly how she wanted him to take her. Exactly.

She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feel of him inside her. Thick and hard. Filling her. Stretching her. Rubbing her oh so right.

“You don’t have to restrain me to have this kind of control,” he whispered.

She didn’t want to discuss or debate, she just wanted to feel. She slid one hand to rest on the upper curve of his tight little ass and pressed down to encourage him to tilt his hips, take her at a different angle. Drive deeper and rub within her there, right there. Oh yes, Jace. There. Moaning with pleasure, she rubbed her face over his bare chest. Higher. Higher he pulled her toward bliss.

“Aggie?”

Her back arched as she found her peak, waves of rapture clenching deep within her. She pushed him into her—balls deep—and rocked with him, intensifying her orgasm until her entire body was quaking with release. Spent, she collapsed back on the bed, trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.