Venice Nights (His Submissive #4.5)(11)
Author: Ava Claire

I knew he was close. My body hummed with the nearness of him. Yearned for him. But he denied me.

“Jacob?” I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed. Saying his name like a prayer.

“Tell me what’s going on in your head.”

“I want you,” I said instantly, words flowing out of my mouth. “I want you so badly that I…it’s physically painful to stand here and not see you. Not touch you.”

A moment passed, my revelation hanging in the air.

“Put your arms behind your back,” he ordered, his voice low and enticing.

I tensed, but obeyed, placing one hand on top of the other, arms locked behind me.

I sucked in a breath when he touched me, electricity shooting through my body. The current intensified as a soft material caressed my wrists, then gripped them tight. He was securing my hands behind my back with his tie.

The unnatural feel of being bound and completely in the dark about what he had planned sent lust pooling in my panties. I was sopping wet, waiting with bated breath for what came next.

His fingers weaved in my curly hair, removing the clip that held the locks at the nape of my neck. He swept them over my shoulder, and I bit my lip to hold in a squeal of delight when he gripped my zipper. I had wondered about the function of a dress with a zipper that ran from top to bottom, but at the moment, I was considering sending the designer a thank you card.

My breaths were shallow, each one shuddering as I fought to keep it together. I knew there was beauty in the buildup, but I just wanted him to rip my dress off and thrust inside me, balls deep.

His fingers traced the seam of my spine with his finger, stopping at the bundle at my wrists.

“Spread your legs,” he said, his deep voice hypnotic.

My pulse beat wildly as I took two steps out, making a V with my legs.

“Wider.”

I obeyed. The crotch of my damp panties flush against my hot skin. I barely caught my moan before it spilled from my lips. I knew this was meant to punish me, and if he realized I loved every minute of it, he could stop. And I did not want him to stop—not until I melted around him.

He caught the muted notes of my moan, chuckling softly.

“Don’t hold back. I don’t intend to.”

I gasped as he swung an arm around my waist and pulled my body back against his. I groaned with want as I felt the hardened length of him. He answered by pulling up the front of my dress, cupping my sex through my panties. His lips were on my ear, brushing them as I writhed against him.

“Tell me what’s going through your head, Leila,” he breathed seductively. “Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me,” I whined. “Please touch me.”

I felt his lips curl with pleasure, the smile hot against the nape of my neck. He loved taking me to the edge. Making me beg.

“I am touching you.”

“Inside,” I whispered hotly. “I want your hand inside my panties.”

His fingers pulsed at my slit. “Is that right?”

“Please Jacob.” He did not have to listen. He was in charge, and I was completely at his mercy. But I held my breath, savoring the feel of his arousal pressed against me. It was proof that he was just as starved. Just as close to the edge—and ready to free us both.

His fingers slid inside my panties, finally rewarding me with the skin to skin contact I craved. I was dizzy with pleasure; spread eagled, putty in his hands.

He lingered like he was savoring the feel of my gushing need, coating his thick, sure digits. When I let out a jagged sigh, he plunged into me.

My body wrapped around him, letting out a sigh of pleasure of its own that built into moan after moan as he drove in and out of my warmth. Conscious thought was impossible. I was all feelings; wet and insatiable, needing more of this place where nothing existed in the whole world except for us.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed in my ear, rhythm quickening. “Spreading yourself for me. Submitting to me.”

His other hand crept upward from my waist, stopping when it found my breast. He gripped it, adding gasoline to the fire that threatened to devour me.

“You remember the rule,” he said huskily, not slowing. giving me no reprieve from the maddening pleasure. “No coming until I say so.”

I let out a mewl, wanting him to take me before I exploded. It was a low, pleading thing that made his already hardened c**k nearly rip his pants and claim me all on its own. But his fingers weren’t done. They moved inside me, exploring my wet, juicy core. My body made sounds that went well with my moans that poured from my open mouth.

My knees twitched, keeping my legs apart and spread at the unnatural angle too much. Just as  they buckled, he swept me into his arms, taking me away from the mantle.

I pouted inwardly, almost wishing I was back in front of the fireplace; legs spread wide, moments away from crumbling to the floor. Anything for more of his fingers.

One look at him and I knew I was right where I was supposed to be—and that he had other parts of himself that he wanted to plunge inside me.

He stopped at the couch, releasing me. My hands were still bound, and I peered at him, confused. He forced me to turn back around, pushing me down…and over the arm of the chair.

I knew what was coming—and I just could not help myself.

Right there—dress hanging haphazardly on my body, breathing ragged, ass in the air—I let go.

I convulsed as wave after wave of bliss hit me. I gasped as I came down from the high of my cl**ax, a smile on my lips…until I realized I’d broken the rule.

“Did you enjoy that?” he spat, no smile in his voice. I had a feeling if I were not still draped over the arm of the couch I would see no smile on his face either.

“I’m sorry,” I squeaked. Liar. You meant to push him. You want to be punished.

“Do you enjoy disobeying me?”

I sucked in a breath as he ran his hand up my skirt, cupping my ass.

I knew the correct answer was no, even though I was walking, talking evidence to the contrary. I got a perverse pleasure out of pushing his buttons. I was on the edge of my seat, simultaneously thrilled and terrified at my impending punishment.

My insides clenched hungrily, and I uttered a word that would seal my fate.

“Yes.”

Stunned silence filled the room after my confession. I curved my back, glancing over my shoulder to make sure he had not transported himself from the room. His eyes burned like coals. My gaze dropped to the c**k he was gripping tightly, swollen with so much unreleased desire that I saw every bulging vein in beautiful clarity.