Page 34 of Crave Me
“Chloe, I thought I made myself clear. When we’re together, it’s my job to take care of you. I won’t let you leave here tonight without being certain you’re okay with everything.”
Okay? It’d been the most crazy and mind-bending experience I’d ever known possible.
His fingers dug into the side of my neck and I flinched at the tightness in his voice.
I dragged my eyes from the curtains and when I met his gaze, my breath almost lodged inside my throat. His gray-blues were swirling with concern, heavy and thick as it pulsed off him, and I suddenly understood.
I lifted my hand and curled it around his forearm, squeezing gently. “I promise, Simon. Everything you did to me is exactly what I always wanted. I enjoyed every crazy minute of it.”
His eyes flickered between mine and lightened as he blinked. “Okay then,” he said, lips lifting into a grin. “Then we’ll go the bathroom and I’ll clean you up before you go home. I still need to rub arnica oil on you so you don’t hurt too much tomorrow.”
He stressedtoo muchwith a wicked tilt to his voice. He wanted me thinking about him tomorrow. It was what a Dom did. Wanted his sub, his possession, to remember him and think of him when he wasn’t around. But for me, the girl who’d always wanted to behisin every sense of the word, it gave me a flicker of hope to hold on to.
“Okay, Simon. You can take care of me.”
His hand tightened on my neck before he let go, tangling our fingers together as he dragged me to the bathroom.
He didn’t bathe me, but he warmed several washcloths, and ran them over every inch of my skin. He slowed his care when he cleaned my breasts, tugging the cloth over my nipples and my pussy in a way that turned me on as I watched him in the mirror.
He smirked, setting the washcloth down on the counter and bracing me between his arms. “You’re turned on, aren’t you?” he asked, keeping his gaze frozen on mine in the mirror. Like a magnet, I couldn’t pull away from his molten stare behind his glasses. “Answer me.”
“Yes. Every time you touch me it turns me on.”
“Damn you’re sexy,” he groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder. “Stay here. Don’t move an inch.”
He speared me with a glare promising punishment if I didn’t obey and hurried out of the bathroom. When he returned, he had a condom already over his hard cock and I gasped. He was large. Every inch of him was honed and built with perfection. But his cock was beautiful. Thick and long, it stood at attention as he prowled toward me. I licked my lips, desperate for any taste of him I could have.
“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow, and you can scream and come whenever you want. Do you understand?” He stepped behind me and pulled on my hips, angling me for him. He took one of my legs, lifted and bent it until my knee was propped on the counter. I was as wide as I could possibly get.
He ran his fingers through my pussy and I leaned forward further, wrapping one hand around the faucet to help steady me.
This time when he entered me, he moved slowly. I savored every inch of him disappearing into me. My mouth dropped and my gaze fell to where we were connected.
“Play with yourself,” he said, his voice rich and husky. His jaw was tight, like he was fighting against losing himself in me. It was serious enough I didn’t hesitate. With my free hand, I rolled my clit with my fingers, and then spread them against me so I could feel the width and hardness of him as he moved.
My head fell back to his shoulder at the sensations coursing through me. Hot, fire, ice, pain, ecstasy. Was sex always supposed to feel so wonderful and terrifying?
“Simon,” I gasped, unable to tear my eyes from his in the mirror. He’d been watching his cock thrust inside me. At his name on my lips, he lifted his eyes to mine.
I wanted to reach for him, to tangle my fingers in his hair and play with the scruff along his jaw. I ached to run my hands over every inch of him like he did to me, to find all the places on his body that drove him insane with lust.
“Play with your pussy,” he whispered, turning his head and pressing his lips to my ear. It was the closest thing he’d given me to a kiss and I shuddered.
I did as he said, my climax already burning in my inner thighs spreading to my spine, igniting hotter. “I’m coming.”
His speed increased, he drove harder, but through it all, his eyes never left mine as my orgasm shook me. It rolled through me like a runaway freight train and every nerve in my body exploded with a pleasure slower and more powerful than he’d given me before.
He pushed himself deep inside me, pushed me to the tips of my toes and held me against him, his hand at my lower belly, fingers splayed so wide he covered me completely. His teeth sank into my flesh right before he groaned his released deep inside me, in places where I never should have allowed him to reach in the first place.
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My phone rang on my desk, startling me from where I’d spent the last several hours of the morning working fruitlessly on ordering and inventory. Halfway through fall, winter not even hit, and I already had to think about spring fashion. I’d been combing over supply catalogs for weeks, and every time I did, my excitement over the spring fashions diminished.
None of it excited me and I’d been wracking my brain and my suppliers all morning trying to find inspiration. I didn’t want pastels, which were the upcoming trend. I didn’t want soft and muted. I wanted bright colors with daring and bold designs.
Unfortunately, I’d also been reminded of Simon with every shift of my seat. This morning when I’d woken up and showered, I’d glanced at myself in the mirror. Steam had clouded my view, but the marks he’d left were still visible. Broken vessels on my ass cheeks made me smile. It brought back not only the memories of him spanking me so hard and so quickly I’d almost rubbed out my orgasm on the corner of the bed, but also memories of when I’d finally gotten around to leaving the hotel. He’d cupped my neck in both of his hands and grazed lips over the corner of my mouth.
It wasn’t a complete kiss, but it was something. Instead of leaving disappointed and fearful I was only a toy and a possession and a student, the small taste of him, so innocent compared to anything else we’d done, ignited hope inside me until it burned bright inside my chest.
