When I’m with You (Because You Are Mine #2)(72)
Author: Beth Kery

“I want to touch you. Why do you have to restrain me?” she asked in frustration as he continued to dip his tongue into her pussy.

He lifted his head. “It’s exciting, knowing that you’re at my mercy, that you’ll have no choice but to accept whatever I give you,” he said gruffly, rising to his knees and once again straddling her supine body.

“You mean like for punishment?”

“Not just that. For pleasure. You can’t escape any of it. No matter how intense it gets.”

“I don’t really like pain,” she said weakly. “I’m not a masochist.”

A small smile shaped his gorgeous mouth. His gaze flickered over her flushed breasts wearing the nipple chain. “You like small amounts of it. Nothing too harsh. Don’t worry, I’ve noticed. I’m getting used to what excites you. I look forward to finding out more.” When she didn’t reply because she was too busy absorbing the fact that he’d been reading her on their other times together, gauging her, he added, “You’ve become aroused when I’ve punished you before, or when I instructed you to punish yourself, haven’t you? And that hurt, didn’t it?”

“Not much. It stung—especially the paddle and the hairbrush—but I was more . . .”

“What?”

“Excited,” she whispered.

He nodded in understanding. “And you like the pinch on your nipples, don’t you?” he asked gruffly, touching a crest with his forefinger. Her nerves were so exquisitely sensitized she shuddered in pleasure even from that soft caress. “If things ever become too intense between us, though, all you have to do is say ‘End it.’ That’s all. And I will. But you must say that, specifically. If you scream for me to stop, or curse at me, or beg me, I will continue according to my aim. End it. That’s what you must say, and I will. No questions asked. Do you understand, Elise?” he asked sharply.

She swallowed and nodded her head. Her vagina had clamped tight when she thought of begging him to stop, and him continuing with whatever he was doing. Why was that? Perhaps because he’d also given her the power to truly stop him? It was like a secret key, a get out of jail free card she had forever at her disposal.

“I understand,” she whispered.

His gaze lingered on her lips even when she no longer spoke. “You have come to me and been honest about your desire. Now I’ll be honest about mine. You goaded me into taking you like an animal that night in the stables. But tonight, I’ll take my pleasure of you because you have offered yourself, and I have been burning alive from wanting you.” He caressed the underside of her bound arm, then her chest, finally cupping her breast. She choked off a moan when he gently tweaked at a sapphire. “I have been holding back, chaining myself. But tonight”—he glanced at her, his expression fierce—“I’ll feast on you and I won’t come away hungry, Elise. I will take you hard . . . maybe a little savagely.”

He studied her reaction, candlelight glinting in his eyes. His pants were still gathered beneath his cock. It jumped when he said those words. She clamped her thighs together, his rich voice echoing in her head: hard . . . maybe a little savagely.

“If you want me to stop at any time, remember what I told you to say?”

She nodded. He really had been holding himself back when it came to her. Tonight, she was going to be the recipient of all that trapped passion. She craved it, but how could she not be intimidated by being the target of all that raw, pent-up sexual power as well?

“Say the words I told you to speak if you want me to stop. I want to know you remember them,” he said grimly.

“End it,” she repeated. “But I won’t want you to. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to use me for your pleasure, Lucien.”

His eyes flashed and a small snarl shaped his mouth. He opened her legs wide and took his cock into his hand.

“Then you will have your wish, ma chère.”

PART VII: When I Need You

Chapter Thirteen

Lucien had told her he’d been burning alive with need for her, and he’d meant every word he said. As he spread her pale thighs and positioned himself to take her, he indeed felt as if a fire were burning beneath his skin, racing in his blood, hollowing out his insides until there was nothing left in him but pure, blazing, cutting desire. He propped himself up on one elbow, watching as he inserted the tip of his cock into the center of her glistening, pink slit, willing her to bloom for him . . . to accept his monstrous need.

They both gasped at the sensation of him stretching her delicate tissues and embedding his cockhead in her clamping, sultry embrace. He lowered his other arm, holding himself off her, and focused on her rapt face as he pushed his cock into her body. He’d been obsessed by the idea of her pussy for the last several days, haunted by the idea of being submersed in her again. It was a sweeter agony than he either recalled or imagined.

A moment later, he bumped his testicles against her damp tissues and caught her shaky cry with his lips. He immediately began to fuck her with short strokes, examining the way her face tightened every time he jabbed at her clit on his forceful downstroke. He groaned in ecstasy. She was too small and feminine for his big, masculine body. Yet she took him without complaint. In fact, if her sublime, rapturous expression was any indication, she liked the way he filled her. The sounds of the waves hitting the breakwater and the distant hum of the city were drowned out by the throb of his heartbeat in his ears. He matched his rhythm to it, so that the pounding in his ears fell into tempo with the slap of his pelvis and balls against Elise’s skin. He withdrew his cock farther and slammed into her harder, grimacing in pleasure. She whimpered and he felt her muscular walls convulse around him. He drove deeper, harder, faster, until a cry popped out of her throat and her nipple chain jumped with each intense thrust.

“Your pussy is perfect,” he grated out, rearing over and pounding his cock high inside her. “Tell me it’s mine. Say it.”

“My pussy is yours,” she said shakily.

Her eyes sprang wide and she keened when he rocketed into her.

“That’s right. Mine,” he uttered savagely, feeling the unbearable, untenable fire rising in him. Fucking Elise truly was like throwing himself wholesale in the flames. He rolled back her hips and came up on his knees. She cried out when he pressed her knees to within inches of her chest and plowed into her. His growl of primal satisfaction twined with her scream. He rode her like that for blissful moments, the flex of her hips providing the perfect counter-rhythm to his demanding strokes, the friction divine . . . too optimal for him to exist in this taut ecstasy for long.