Seconds later, she collapsed flat onto the bed as the orgasm rocketed through her. With his free hand, he smacked her ass, hard. “Back in position little girl. I didn’t tell you to move.” She quickly crawled back onto her hands and knees, and he pumped his fingers into her again.
When she was moaning and begging again, he withdrew his hand completely and grabbed the condom he had dropped on the bed next to her and rolled it on. In one swift movement, he was inside her to the hilt. Then he pulled back and drove into her again, pulling her hips toward him as he did. She cried out at the force of his thrust, so he did it again. She clamped around him like a vise, and he knew she was going to fall off the cliff again soon. He would go with her. Increasing his speed and force, he pounded into her mercilessly, the sound of her painfully pleasured cries fueling him on.
Minutes later, they both found their release and collapsed onto the bed.
“Jesus fuck. What are you doing to me?” she asked when her breathing had regulated.
“I could ask you the same question,” he said as his finger trailed down her neck and shoulder.
Carrie sat up then and looked at him. “I’m serious Peter. I’m not submissive, but the last few days have been… hot as fuck.”
“I think maybe you’re more submissive than you think. I don’t know your past. Maybe you had a bad experience, or someone told you that you’re too stubborn to be a real submissive but baby, they were wrong.”
Carrie scowled. “Get outta my head, Mercer.” Her gaze softened. “Seriously, I’m having the time of my life. I still don’t know about the whole collaring and twenty-four seven submission thing, but you’re not half bad.” She gave him a quirky smile and hopped up to go to the bathroom and clean up.
Peter discarded his condom and crawled into bed to wait for her. For as long as he had been in the lifestyle, he held out hope of finding a long term submissive. The only break from that search had been Gigi, and look how that turned out. He scowled. Thinking of his ex after mind blowing sex with Carrie wasn’t exactly appropriate.
“What’s with the scowl?”
Peter’s lips curled upward. “Sorry baby, just tired.”
“I’m energized after that. I think I’ll go work in the living room for a little while, if you don’t mind.”
He pointed a finger at her and curled it toward him. “Come here.”
Naked, she crossed the room and stood next to the bed. He patted the spot next to him. “Let me hold you for a while. You can work after I fall asleep.” It came out sounding needier than he wanted it to, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to pull her close and drift off to sleep with her in his arms.
She gave him a shy smile and pulled back the blanket to crawl in next to him. “Sweet dreams.” She shifted close to him and laid her head on the pillow.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair. “Such a beautiful girl,” he murmured. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Carrie didn’t respond. “Did you hear me, baby?” He grinned. His girl had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Not so energized after all it would seem.
28
WHEN she woke the next morning, Peter was gone, which meant Gage was taking her to work. He was sitting on Peter’s sofa when she came out of the bedroom.
“Morning, hot stuff.”
Carrie gave him a little wave on her way to the kitchen for coffee. “I’ll be ready to leave in twenty minutes.”
“No rush.”
She finished her first cup of coffee and filled her travel mug then grabbed what she needed for a day at the office. While they were walking to Gage’s truck, he held up a hand, stopping in his tracks. Something had caught his attention in the parking garage.
“What is it?”
He shook his head. “I must be seeing things.”
In the truck, he plugged his phone in and dialed a number she recognized.
“Is Carrie OK?”
Peter’s voice filled the cab of the truck.
“I’m fine.”
“She’s fine.”
