Venice Nights (His Submissive #4.5)(4)
Author: Ava Claire

His voice was as warm as a kiss. “Do you want to know what would have happened if things went differently and you submitted to me properly?”

I nodded slowly, my mouth dry as I hung on every word. Aching for him.

His fingers skimmed my jawline. He paused, then a single finger trailed down my neck.

“I would have told you to strip. Not in a hurry. Slowly.”

He swooped over my collar bone. I didn’t even know the collar bone could be an erogenous zone, but my body responded in kind. My ni**les swelled, delight echoing inside me. The heat of my juices seeped through my trembling folds, sweet as his touch.

“Do you know why I’d want you to take your time?”

“No,” I whispered, gasping when his light touch deepened. He gripped my breast roughly, then reverted to the teasing, gentle strokes. Circling my nipple.

“Because I’d want you to feel my eyes on your body. See through my eyes. See how I see you. Beautiful and irresistible.” He licked his lips as I sucked in a breath. “Delicious.”

Delicious was right. He found the sweet spot between pain and pleasure, squeezing my peak until I swore I would come right where I stood. I closed my eyes, surrendering to him. Just as the pain edged up to the bliss and nearly surpassed it, he released, his fingertip swirling around my areola until my nipple begged for his brutal grip once more.

“Submission is trusting that your Dominant knows what’s best for you. That he knows what you need—and when you need it.” His finger lingered on the tip of my nipple, then he flicked it back and forth, watching my reaction. “It’s knowing that all your wishes will come true in good time, because there’s no way that I could be this close to you and not have you.” His voice was thick, heavy with restraint. “Are you ready to submit to me?”

My eyes fluttered open. I had no idea what was in store, but I knew one thing without a shadow of a doubt.

I trusted him.

“Yes,” I said, my voice filled with a surety that surprised both of us. “I’m ready.”

His eyes flickered with excitement, his lips curving at the sides.

“Excellent.” He combed his fingers through my hair. “You remember the color system?”

I nodded as a shiver of ecstasy rippled over me. “Green is more, yellow less. Red is stop.”

“Good girl,” he said, nodding with approval. “And you will do nothing without my permission—even cl**ax.”

Rebellion streaked through my mind. With the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, he really thought I could hold on until he told me so?

Patience wasn’t my strongest suit, but I was up for the challenge.

“Y-Yes.”

His eyes burned holes into me. “Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

He took a step back, sending a pang of sadness through me. He was still close enough to touch, but I missed his hands on me. The agony from our last spanking flashed through my mind.

You may regret that thought.

“I want you on your hands and knees, ass toward me.”

I gulped, ignoring the reservations. The spanking was one of the most erotic things I had ever experienced, but it was not all toe curling and gasping breaths. It was just as painful as it was pleasurable.

Fear crept down my spine. I should have known better. Challenging Jacob Whitmore did not come without consequences. Even with that rationalization, nothing prepared me for his hand colliding with my bare flesh.

I grit my teeth. The numbers were muffled, sandwiched between groans and moans. Each one set my ass on fire and lust fanned the flames until I was writhing. Rocking back into the lashes, all but saying, “More.”

The strikes stopped at twenty, and I held twenty-one on the tip of my tongue, praying for another, and thanking God for a moment to breathe. And then the distinctive sound of a fly being unzipped filled the silence, and I knew we weren’t done.

His hands were on my hips, his voice raw with desire. “Tell me what you need. Anything in this world…and I’ll give it to you.”

“You.” I didn’t even have to think about it. I knew my answer. He was the answer. “All I need is you.”

He plunged into my warmth and I clutched his hardened length, claiming him just as he claimed me. Green was the word that spilled from my lips as he moved inside me.

Falling into his arms, falling into his bed, was easy. Holding back instead of surrendering to the cl**ax that was within reach? That was hard. As hard as every swollen inch that knocked all air from my lungs.

He gripped me, his thrusts fluid; a powerful dance that I was a slave to.

He commanded me to collide. To surrender. To feel.

“Come for me.” His words were breathless and ragged. “I want to feel you melt around me.”

With his permission, I released. Everything inside me let go. Every piece of the puzzle fell into place in perfect unison. The sounds I made were like none I had ever heard before as he unleashed inside me.

The thing he had done to me could not be undone. An irrefutable truth was spoken between us as he pulled me into his arms, both of us sweaty and breathless. Naked bodies curled on the hardwood floor.

I was made for him.

Chapter Three

I propped my chin on my palm, gazing at the beautiful man who laid beside me. Tangled up in covers, still fast asleep. I drew my gaze from the delicious part of him that was beneath the cotton sheet, the lengthy imprint of his c**k making my mouth water. The feel of him was still fresh in my mind. Fresh on my body. After we had caught our breath following our tryst in the foyer, we had barely taken a bite of lunch before he had decided he would rather taste me.

I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, remembering the way I squealed when he picked me up like it was nothing. Legs dangling off the edge of the island. Cool granite beneath me. Heat roaring inside me.

I crept toward the cotton sheet, my fingers aching to touch him. One glance at his face made me pause. He was more serene than I had ever seen him, wrapped up in some dream. Even though I doubted he would turn down some morning loving, he looked too peaceful to disturb. Not the brutal businessman ready to decimate anyone or anything that crossed him. Not guarded and holding tight to his secrets.

I wiggled off the edge of the bed, pulling on one of his button-down shirts. I moved lazily down the steps, stomach grumbling.

“All right, all right,” I yawned, pausing at the landing, stretching my arms toward the ceiling. Sunlight pushed through the sheer curtains, glittering on the hardwood floor. A very familiar space was highlighted, and my body hummed as images of being on my hands and knees  blazed through my mind. Nails raking the floor. Body slick with sweat and want.